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.

A miracle sheep

The night was terrible and icy cold as it was covered in a thick blanket of fog. The area was covered in dense jungle. From nowhere I found myself standing in the middle of the dense forest, so quivering. I turned to left side; I could hardly see a very old bridge, nearby, there are group of lad, holding each bottle alcohol in their hands and were cracking so much of noise. Their eco sound could be heard as if sounding far behind the mountain.  Most probably they must be a night wanderers. Seeing their indecent behavior I was frighten. Then, I turned behind when I saw I was being followed by a flock of dogs and their owners. Perhaps they were hunters. The dogs seemed malicious and might gnaw me bitterly. In fact, I thought how dreadful moment it was being in an inescapable situation. I thought i was a dead meat that night. The dog’s owners were giants with black complexion. Seeing their appearance seemed like one would get faint in scare. 

At opposite direction, may be five minutes walk from where I was standing, I could see as if like a cone shape of rock, poising just before me. I became vigilant, identifying what actually it could be. When I was visualizing the image i heard a mellifluous water flow. The urgency of soothing sound and an image galvanized me into action to move forward to see that rock like a cone shape. But I couldn’t move even a step forward as those strangers were coming closer to me. I was plunged in trapped. A few minutes later, I heard a soft voice;

“Be calm”

I wondered, my eyes widened in search whose voice that could be. Observing the situation I could have no expectation if anyone could help me get out of this.  

Second time I heard the same voice.

“I m here nearby you, look down”

As I looked down I found a white sheep, very adorable one. No human was there who can speak.

The third time I heard the voice again;

“Do not be scared I m with you”

I actually felt someone was with me, embracing and defending me from dangerous. I introspect, who was that miracle?

I looked at the gangs they were still sipping and yelling at me. Then I looked behind while i saw the dogs and men had stopped tottering. However they were nearer to me.

As i slowly bent down and patted on sheep I heard a voice was whispering inside the sheep, absolutely not human. It genuinely was incredible creature. Really it was amazing one. I moved closer to sheep and listened carefully. I sensed it was a miracle voice of the sheep’s only.  

While I was listening to him I took a glance at that image. By that time fogy had given a way to a brighter vision. I saw a chorten (Buddhist shrine/sacred relics) and stream, gently flowing down through the dense forest. How lively it was to see an image like a cone shape was actually the chorten.

“Look, a guy is coming from opposite direction to abduct you”, sheep whispered.

I observed stranger was coming closer; so, i plead him to help me before he could get me. In anyways he seems no reluctant in helping me. He was readiness to do anything I would ask.

“Close you’re eyes and think about me”

 I did exactly what he said to me. May be after five minutes later when I opened my eyes I found I was still laying on bed. By the time, the dawn had been already set forth and my room was lightening with sun’s rays. It was time for me to wake up for morning ablution.

I realize it was just a dream, perhaps a nightmare, not in reality. 

Indeed, I will miss the dream, especially a miracle sheep.  

pain can't be seen 

I'm mentally wilt 
but 
i behave physically 
strong,
is only 
  to 
strengthen  
another's 
heart.
  

Juvenile

Once there was a time

When I envied my elder sisters

Who were grown up; elegantly!

I envied nothing but to

Grow like them; quick and elegant,

And, halt when I am grown enough

To remain juvenile ever;

Wishing no death to take me away  

From the motherly abode!

Hanging from my mother’s close hand

As if I feared eagles’ snatch,

Away from her, mother’s care!

I trudged across bridges

To school; I was enrolled then,

To read books, experience school life;

Give every exam

And get passed;

By then I was in adulthood.

Today, everywhere I go

I hear people asking each other’s ‘age’

They ask my age too!

Blatantly!

Against what I had wished—

To be ‘juvenile’ forever—

I realize I’ve become a sister my own,

Of my younger sisters!

It’s amazing to sit and watch—

The passing life—

That moves so gentle like rivers’ flow

And the sun that rises only to set;

Age passes, adding wrinkles

To a laughing face

In his journey from

Womb to tomb;

Palace of birth to inferno of death!

Now,

I wish no one asks me how old I am!

As all existing souls grow old and die,

No fetus remains fetus forever;

No wishes hold true to truths;

Once pushed out of womb,

You are destined to keep walking

And when your legs twist you

You are destined to stop—

Like it or not—

Near the graveyard,

Your indestructible home!

Before me fate hovers

A beam of sun rays can’t illuminate

And fierce storms can’t destroy,

A sharp knife is too blunt to mow

And no human can hide from its fear,  

It befalls on us; good or bad

Nothing can stop it

And it always hovers before us,

‘Yes’ I m talking of ‘fate’. 

Before me fate hovers  

Invisibly in the eternal space  

Or is it sitting next to me?

Guiding me through his wills

Taking me to a place unknown;

  

After life left me alone

With all loveable things abducted;

After losing life in the living;

After being in both hell and heaven;   

After crying my grief out;

After being betrayed by my lover;

I married to ‘fate’

And chose to live by its shadow,

It is years since I eloped with fate.

Sages say fate is an answer to the past calls

What you sow in the past reaps now

I confront many circumstances

Which I believe is my reap

With the versatile fate

I learn to live or live to learn  

And walk to end.