The Sun and Rain Song

 No clouds in the sky,

The birds chirp, twitter and fly,

The bright yellow flowers smile.

The shadows of  coconut trees dance once in a while

Its bright and hot all around,

summer doing the summer dance with its pounding rays and hot wind sound.

No escape, nowhere to go,

from the heat and the sun and the nature's hit summer show.

The kids are fed-up, they want the rain.

They want the sky to pound the ground until only puddles remain.

and a myriad of lightning flashes to suddenly flare,

and water to make the now sunny street wet and bare.

Oh Please! let it rain, let it rain.

you could let the sun remain.

Then we can see, real world becoming a fantasy.

A great reprieve from summer for you and me.

A rainbow will be there to show,

colours and designs and thoughts so kids minds know,

That there is celestial magic at work everyday,

shaping us up in every possible way.

Oh please, let us see, the sun and the rain or just the rain.

this beautiful fantasticality.

 

Timelessness

 The call of the earth or the pull of the world.

The smile of the soul or the grin on achieving a goal.

The peace of the river or the unrest of the sea,

Encasing oneself in a golden cage or setting oneself free.

The legacy of yesterday, the situation of today and the promise of tomorrow.

Like the rising sun throwing away its nightly shadow.

The endless whirl of night and day,

The powerful swirl of success and money may

overshadow the thirst of freedom and peace,

or increase the yearning for everything to cease.

We have but one unique today.

every second is unique in its own way.

it is the hope for a better life that leads you to be,

striving hard everyday than wish for the enlightenment and divinity.

Make each day count, do not ever be,

wallowing in the knowledge of our mortality and stupidity in the emotional shackles of misery.

Be happy and present and you will see,

The world with its light and its darkness,

birth and death, all smiling happily.

And that happiness will momentarily set you free!

Things that make me smile

A child wiping away an old man's tears,

The smell of rain and the roll of thunder after a sunny day,

The widening of a traveller's smile when his hometown nears,

The swell of a mother's pride for her soldier son's bravery miles away.

The constant half smile on a wrinkled, weary face,

A lonely bride contemplating her reflection, in glimmering lace,

Happy babies trying to walk and trying to talk,

Seeing a handsome stranger during a moonlit walk.

A tired and overworked man humming once in a while,

coming home to my mother's smile,

moonbathing and thinking of magic under the bright grey sky,

after a fight, watching two lovers make up and cry.

A kid getting inspired to be a superhero,

A girl in a burkha, dancing in an imaginary show,

Seeing a hint of a rainbow or a glimpse of a shooting star,

heavy rain in the desert, stretching wide and far.

The thought that the whole world is my home.

the love of my family due to which I will never be alone.  

A Miracle

Her world sees the morning sun,
shining on her house,
she wakes up and breaks into the usual run,
and hurries to the office in her black trouser and white blouse.

Her day passes in a dream,
meeting and greeting people she has never seen,
after she has spoken and lunched,
she spends the rest of the day in front of her computer, serious and hunched.

She reaches her home after the sun sets, when the moon is bright,
she tiredly makes dinner and is then out like a light.
sometimes she laughs with her friends,
sometimes she buys clothes of the latest trends,
sometimes she visits her parents and brothers in her native place
sometimes she cooks for her relatives from her home base

The days simply blended into years,
she still has no time for happiness or tears,
One day when the sky was a brilliant blue.
she woke up and decided on what she would do.

She would go by herself to a resort by the beaches,
pamper herself, eat a lot of food till she bleaches.
she would break herself off from her daily routine,
Today, she would treat herself like a queen.

So, she packed all the trendy dresses she never wore,
said goodbye to her world and walked out of the door.
The beaches were serene, the crowd was sparse but she was full of glee,
she splashed in the water, sang songs with the hotel singer and swayed to the music happily.

While leaving, she bumped into a man with happy eyes,
and chatted with him the whole day, the whole night, until sunrise.
He was a traveller, his world was colorful and strange,
his words were like poetry, beautiful and powerful.

His eyes reflected the sun as it rose,
'what will you do today?  he asked softly.

'nothing important, that's for sure', she said morosely.

' then why don't you come with me to Spain, be a traveller, sing in the wilds and dance in the rain'.

She thought of a thousand reasons to say no, but they all slipped her mind, in vain.

' but will that make me happy', she asked desperately and sadly, trying not to cry.

'not sure my lady, there is only one  thing that can make you happy from birth and until the day you die'.

He pointed down and she looked at her reflection until the water retreated into the sea.

It's not the when and how or the why and what for, she realized and the thought set her free.

' I was happy talking to you', she said laughing.

' but we didn't say anything of importance and that proves that happiness is not a result of anything'

Smiling, she nodded and said 'you changed my life in one day but don't really know me.

Let's meet after my office hours and then decide what we can make out of today and see'

So then they returned to their respective lives.

The traveller travelled and the engineer strived.

But they were both happy souls now.

Happy, stupid, healthy and free.

And they lived their lives and thrived.

She married a wonderful guy her parents chose,

He merrily globetrotted for a decade until he fell for a woman full of woes.

Happiness like entropy increased with every passing day.

Every hour and every way.

Life is a miracle, a beautiful dream,

Inspite of what it may seem.