moon

How sad sky must be feeling

when cloud overtakes,

veiled seeing the earth    

How happy sun must be feeling

when no cloud appears to block his way

for sparkling on an indigent souls

in the very samsaric world  

How despair we feel

when a rays of hope

dissolve in the darken cloud

when no sun brings grin on dingiest face

Oh! The Lord Guru

I believe you’re omnipresent

I bend at your feet

with pray-

Let the moon always shines   

in the terrible and greediest night,

glisten the darken cloud

into blue skies,

bring smile on sufferers face

at least by the torch of moon

to walk ahead

through hell of darkness

to the heavenly abode

Parents are our Soothing Rhythm

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Leaving our parents

for a stranger

who later becomes our soul-mate

so-called “husband or wife or lover”

All of a sudden

he/she means a world to us

then we become busy like bees life

losing ourselves in love world

like bee engrosses into honey

as the time adds for an hours                   

and the months adds for years

love sometimes doesn't go well  

when our lover leaves us alone 

who was once everything to us

becomes a great sources for sorrows  

it’s an amazing thing we experience

when we are child

we pester our parents

and cry loudly and shamelessly for

‘a toy we love’

but in the adulthood

when we are grown up

we cry silently for losing ‘a person we love’

and letting him or her go where wishes to-

 

we become alone -'single' 

when by the time everything around us

would be seems different

life we had in the childhood is no same

in this single life-

How sad it is of

retrieving the past life

we go away from parents for searching happiness

but we return back to parents

with torn life-

heart wounded with sorrows-

despaired hopes- 

disillusion for trust and faith

we had for someone

now along with us

we bring worries even

in parents lives
making their lives miserable 

After then

once again we become a child

to our parents

who measurelessly loves and cares us

like before with no changes

even after everything collapse

Who we left for our own happiness

becomes ‘soothing rhythm’ (parents)

of our own sorrows and dismay we possess 

in later life

Thus,

i define love we get from our parents is non-fiction

and love we get from our life-partner is

sometimes fiction - 

Judgement is left to my readers 
to believe it or not 
if parents are lovable than lovers
or lovers are lovable than parents 

Three of us, me and my two friends always walk home on foot after the class. Walking has become our everyday routine. To pass the time we do chitchat while tottering along the road side until we arrive home. In fact gossiping and to chitchat is a common activity for every human being and so we do the same.  But we normally talk about our younger days and where our future would be landed up in next few years. We exchange our views and opinions each other but not about others criticism. Thus, we become aware of what is like and dislike of anther person and through this three of us become an intimate friendship like a sister to one parents. The strongest weapon for which needed in mending friendship is to share a certain feelings and to have patience in understanding others inconvenience. If you be optimistic you will woo the friendship. This is what I believe. To condense my blathering and to not waste your precious time in reading this let me directly yank to the next theme.

It was on Wednesday. Weather was too harsh, scorching our face into reddish skin. When we were strolling my friend unintentionally blew a whistle. Immediately another one started mimicking her.  By seeing them whistling I was thrown to nostalgia of my days at village. I intervened their whistling by telling whistling is a belief that my native people practice. When I was a child I accompanied with my mother in the field for helping. While she was filtering barley from other unwanted things she often whistled. I wondered and asked, why she was whistling frequently. She said that she was calling the wind to exorcise dust from barley. I can vividly visualize how aesthetically she used to whistle. After hearing me they were amazed as their native too has the same belief. We looked at each other in grinned. 

We were completely engrossed in whistling, imitating each other and laughing crazily. Instead of being vigilant in watching out we were lost in relishing. Suddenly my friend screamed “see eagle” it is coming to us”. When I twisted my neck to glance at it, yes she was right. I could see its silhouette, wings widely stretches, flying in the sky heading towards us. We had no idea what it was aiming for. It directly flew just over our head and we all were in terrible thought if it could pierce on our coward but the foremost brain. I defense head with my two hands. When I looked at them they too veiled their head with the college bags. We were scared to eagle. It hovered just above us and whirled for transience.

I held my head up and watched where it will fly over. Perhaps eagle might have visualized us bigger than it so it has left us. I was wondering where it would hovers next. It suddenly descends and with its beak attempted to catch a dog which was innocently sniffing into the bushes for scavenging. Even that dog was bigger than its size. When I was young I heard that eagle hunts for hens and cocks as their food but not the dogs. May be eagle must be in starvation and might has seen dog smaller enough to catch for food. There were some other dogs nearby but it attempted at the smaller one. it was unfortunate day for eagle as it could not hold a grip on dog and it must be heavier than eagle's own weight, so the eagle lost its prey. On that day the dog was supposed to be victim but was lucky enough to stay alive. In yelped dog ran away as fast as it could hide itself from the eagle's sight. My friends were laughing seeing the dog frightened.

It was contrasting scenery that someone could think beyond our imagination; Dog scavenging on garbage that something to eat, and the eagle tirelessly flying over in the vast skies, wandering and hungrily longing for food. Finally the eagle went back with a stalk.

We were actually whistling to call the wind but instead the eagle loomed before us without our knowledge or anticipation. This is terrible and amazing things to happen and see.

My request to you all is while you are walking, stop for a while and sense the beauty of nature. Look and observe what’s happening around. You will see the cycle of life in the world and that is your education for better enlightenment of life.

The earth is beautiful but our impure thoughts and minds visualize it as ugly.