29.SKYLARKS TO SKYLARKS

From the green hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,

The sweetest of the hymns from dawns to dusks,

From hillside to hillside flocking in the sky,

From dales to dales, floating in high!

“In the heart of your heart who still sings?

Still glows? Still blooms? Swings and swings??

Who travels with you unseen, unseen?

Making to smile back to sweet seventeen??

Who sprays the fragrance of yester years?

Echoing the fair flute in your ears?

While waterfalls rush from the lofty hills,

Changing pearls gently sing which ever thrills?

Hearing the marvel, the imprinted grace,

Who whispers among olives, the melodious peace?”

From the green hills, chant skylarks to skylarks,

The sweetest of the hymns from dawns to dusks,

From hillside to hillside, flocking in the sky,

From dales to dales, floating in high!

“Who plunges you in the memory pool?

Gracious, radiant, gentle and cool?

Awaking the soul towards the sunny day,

Where the youth waited the footsteps gay....

Passing the ray, the merriment evergreen,

While in the sky a star seemed queen…

Who plays the harp, in the core of your heart?

Lingering the withered, never wanes the part,

The moon who lights the luminous lamps,

Anonymous ! Anonymous among clouds like lambs !!”

28.THE RHYTHM OF LIFE

Oh! My beloved morning star!

Hear the lute from afar, afar!

The spring has again brightly sprung,

The larks their songs have sweetly sung,

Butterflies flutter in tiny wings,

Pattering squirrels in palm leaf swings,

Glistening dewdrops in thin grass smile,

Blue-bells, lilies and laurels bloom awhile,

Hear the giggles of shallow streams rush,

Feel the chill of fresh oasis gush,

Listen the rain clouds drizzle with fun,

 Sunflower’s murmur towards the rising sun,

Thrill in lovely rainbow blaze,

The pretty row in horizon, amaze!

Life an ember where memories arise,

Though put in pyre, the phoenix again rise,

Even one travels with a paralyzed heart,

The shadow, the death, accompanies to part,

Everyone has to drink the cup,

The Father has given from the heaven up,

Life, a sea where waves of troubles,

To heal, to heal, one ever, ever struggles,

Fortune, a dream glowing afar,

The vanishing morning star in dawn so far,

A truth? A falsehood? In mind’s palanquin,

Just be pleased in mild moonshine,

Oh! My beloved morning star!

Hear the lute from afar, afar!

Sparrows dive through wind slowly,

Buds bloom to garlands in valley,

Petals of lotus and roses open,

Spreading sweetness to gateways unknown,

Silent stars gaze upon the doves,

Cooing beside the roof with loves,

Lamps are lit to begin the journey,

Towards the pain and pleasures of honey,

Curtains are drawn to life’s new dawn,

Cheer again, cheer again, farewell to mourn,

Enjoy the lost canopy nearby,

Fortune, a cloud roaming in the sky,

Oh! My beloved nightingale!

It rains! It rains! In all mount’s dale!!!

27.I FOUND THE INFANT.......

I found the Infant, sacred, the heavenly grace,

In the virgin’s lap, in manger, the face,

Blazing amidst the angels, the shepherds,

Who sing the praise, the glory with herds.

I found the Infant in that hut,

Dilapidated, broken, shattered which cut

Down in pain their defeated life,

In vulnerable, savage, outpouring grief.

I found the Infant in the faces sweat,

Of the tillers, in their troubled eyes wet;

And in the pale lips of the path maker,

Who toil in the sun, in the rain, in the courner;

In the maid wearing cloaks all torn,

In the eyes of the unknown kids who born

 Orphans, passing the merciless dawn;

In the patients shivering in death bed who mourn,

Disappointed, wretched, in the isolated ward

Aside dark corridors no one to guard;

In the voice, trembling, of the helpless crowd,

The prey of terrorists, amidst blasts aloud,

In the depth of desperate sunken eye,

In all the flesh and blood who weep and sigh;

And in the hands weary, the shelterless beggars,

I found Him, in their life struggles.

Never found Him, the Holy Infant,

Though I searched in palace in front-

Of luxury, in mansions of richness;

In the faces fat, in cheeks of happiness;

In the lips crimson with poisonous blood;

In the tongues of spears and sharpened sword;

Which stretch to utter just flattery pomp,

And explode to mangle with words of bomb.

Neither in the altars of temples or church,

Where only battles of powers do march,

Nor in the kingdoms of world, in the siege;

Nor in the artillery from where no refuge;

Nor in the hearts proud, so jealous,

Storming towards the humble, the gentle, the pious;

Nowhere in the flashes of gunfire sound

The grace, the glorious face never I found.

I found Him, the humility, in every manger simple,

In all the hearts humane, ardent and humble,

In the virgin’s lap, joyfully with heavenly grace,

Showering the blessings of eternal peace,

To send the rich away, their hands empty,

To bring down the kings, strong and mighty,

To fill the hungry well, to lift up the lowly,

Smiling the Infant in the manger lovely!!

26.DEATH - PHYSICAL,SPIRITUAL AND ETERNAL.

              (1)    

      Falls the golden lamp, the brain,

      Snap the nerves, the silver chain,

      Breaks the rope of cords at the well,

      The water jar, the liver shatters, the knell,

       Arms tremble, turns hair white,

       Ears deaf, legs weak, disappear teeth bright,

       Grow dim the sun, the stars, the moon,

       In the streets hears the cry, the mourn,

Comes the ruler of all mankind,

The crown less king, the icy hand,

Where the clock of life stops to wind,

To go back to soil, the curtain behind.

Wisdom or madness burns in wood,

Where laughter and pleasure do no good,

Knowledge and foolishness never shine,

None can cheer himself with wine,

Rich and poor face the same lot,

The wings of death break earthen pot,

Can anyone chase the wind ever?

Asks David’s son, the philosopher.

To the dust mortal bodies return,

Go back to God the breath, no turn,

Sin, the sin of Eden brought the death

To the whole race who takes birth.

(ii)

           

            Alas! The people! Dead spiritually!

         Who do actions filthy, immorally,

            Worship idols, fight, being jealous,

Angry, envious, and ambitious,

Separate into groups, forming parties,

Get drunk, boundless, become enemies,

Have orgies, do witchcraft, fraud,

Will never possess the kingdom of God.

Put to death, the nature, human,

With all its desires and passion,

Let the spirit direct life always,

Who has given it with immense grace,

Who does produce joy and patience,

Self control, kindness and peace,

The blooms of humility and goodness,

The fragrance of love and faithfulness.

Wants of human nature; of the spirit,

Two enemies in one’s soul, which fight,

Let the spirit control, no doubt,

Let the spirit lead, do not wait,

To a death, spiritual, it may lead

Doom of the soul, its good deed.

Spiritually dead, arise, awake,

Belong to Christ to your own sake.

(iii)

Sat the faithful, the true heir,

With eyes, a flame of glowing fire,

Wearing many crowns on His head,

Robe, His robe, covered with blood,

To the final judgement, the fight,

From the throne great and white,

With justice, judges, The Word of God,

The Truth, the Almighty, the Lamb, the Lord,

Followed the armies, the angels of heaven,

Him who dressed in clear white linen,

On white horses, triumphantly, He rode,

Out His mouth came the sharp sword,

            To rule with the iron rod, to defeat,

            The beast, the armies, the false prophet,

            From His presence suddenly fled,

            The earth, the heaven but the dead

            Great and small alike stood,

Books of Living were soon opened,

To judge the deeds of all those dead,

The sea, the world gave whom they held.

Into the Lake of Fire were thrown,

The death, the names those not seen...

In the Lake of Fire, the second death,

If not in the book, the eternal death.

(iv)

Set the hearts in holy heaven,

In Christ, on His magnificent throne,

At the right-hand side of the God

There, keep minds in His abode,

Take off old self, desires of earth,

Things here, human, put to death,

Put on bravely the new pure self,

Realize Christ, the sole real life.

Clothe yourselves with the best kindness,

Compassion, humility and gentleness,

Patience, the lantern, the light may give,

Tolerance with one another to forgive,

Add love which may gracefully bind,

In perfect unity, the people, all kind,

Let the peace of Christ alone guide,

In all decisions far and wide.

Sing! Sing! Psalms and holy hymn,

The sacred songs of thanks to Him!

The King of Kings! Be yourselves proud!

The Lord of Lords!  Birds, Praise aloud!

The people of God, the righteous, the chosen,

The loved, the fortunate to be His own,

Will rejoice with Him, the jewel gaudy,

When He appears in His glory!!

Obliged to: Genesis, Ecclesiastes, Galatians, Revelation & Colossians.

25.SUNSET

May I sit in this pleasant shade,

In the  bed, the withered leaves made,

In the scattered flowers pretty clad,

Once again to make me glad.

Watching  the tiny sparrows’ flirt

From flower to flower while they flit,

May dreams blossom here again,

Dissolving lassitude, remorse pain.

While the branches swaying with shrill

Pitch of gentle wind hill to hill,

Let the breath join the breath cool,

As the mist over a silent pool.

May I rest in the shadow awhile,

To melt the tears in the smile,

May a light breeze touch the face still,

Making the cheeks redden with thrill.

While the larks float over the dale,

Waits alone a serene nightingale,

Forgets to sing? Forgets to sing??

Whispers moonlight hugging its wing.

While the buds blossom in shadows lurk,

Waits alone a red madder in murk,

Forgets to bloom? Forgets to bloom??

Hum tiny bees encircling in gloom.

While celestial lights brightly blush,

Waits alone a stream to gush,

Forgets to flow? Forgets to flow??

Warble the pebbles together to go.

While it snows, it snows and snows,

Waits alone a branch among rows,

Forgets to chill? Forgets to chill??

Rustle tender leaves unfolding to fill.

While it rains, it rains and rains,

Waits alone a cloud again, again

Forgets to drizzle? Forgets to drizzle??

Blows bugle a hornbill with bristle.

May I sit in this pleasant shade,

In the  bed, withered leaves made,

In the scattered flowers pretty clad,

Once again to make me glad!