The Poetry Marathon

Indeed a first ray of sun,

Towards us from the heaven had come…

Stars studded in the eyes that shine,

Would rule the world with her sweet charming smile…

Those tiny little eyes,

Tried to speak more than twice…

Calmness on her face,

Will surely embrace the grace…

Melody’s of her voice,

Are surely to spread happiness and rejoice…

Thou tiny now do seem her hand,

But its grip will not let apart any relation to strand…

With such small are those feet,

Yet willing to attain the maximum possible speed…

Rolling down from arm to arm,

Raising the voice acts her only alarm…

Finding comfort in all that she’s laid,

At utmost comfort her voice too does fade…

Anxious is such,

Listens to all with un-uttered words,

Don’t know if understands as such,

But yes does not wink her eyes too much…

Such a magnet is she full of grace,

That eye get stuck forgetting times pace…

What do I believe…

The picture or my sight,

Or the fact that now my heart shifted to the right…

Are those colors to wonder?

Or it’s just the nature’s know blunder…?

Are the clouds there to surrender?

Or its just they are enjoying to wander…

Those peaks having covered rainbow along with the glow,

Certainly are there to put nature’s super hit show…

Mesmerizes the mind, by creation such an illusion,

Hypnotizes the soul, while forcing all sense’s to exclusion…

For earth and sky’s romance, seems a perfect place,

Where both come together, to enjoy each other’s grace…

Past had face to resurface,

To check if wounds are fresh,

Found them to be gone,

Was trying to move on,

Dulled all grace,

Lastly had tears,

Wounded,

And it,

Left.

A childhood dream to reside by the nature’s realm,

Scrapping skyscraper’s world, where nature’s not seen…

Needling people chasing material beauty,

Forgetting natural responsibility towards conversational duty…

Saluting the work that a forest ranger does,

Beating all the odds even the gumboots does he dons…

Protecting the nature in at least spreading the green,

Amidst also grows flowers of various colors and periwinkle too seen…

Even creating a cushion for clouds to dwell,

Unlike the skyscraper’s that just tear them to hell…

The year’s favorite time,

When happiness seems to shine…

Shorter are the days, lengthier the nights,

For celebrations to prolong, along, carols and rhymes…

Lightened up are the streets, buildings and shrines,

For merriness mixes with blood, running to and fro the spines…

Along the freezing ice from the sky,

Adding the warmth, lifting the spirits even a notch high…

Besides food for the thought, the delicacies delighted,

Not just satisfying the body, but even to soul to get enlighted…

All the smile spreading gifts, adding preaching to teach,

Festival spirits to spread to each and everyone’s reach…

Not just marking of a beginning,

But celebrating the successful ending…

Taking experience from the learning’s of past,

Leading optimistic goals for the future’s vast…

This too shall pass,

To every low, a high will surpass…

After the darkest of hour, brightness surely shall embark,

One happy memory is enough, to keep away the sadness’s mark…

This too shall pass,

Like the things that now had become past…

Sustaining the present is the only sole key,

To unlock living, waiting for the right place and time to be…

This too shall pass,

Again, for the flowers to be placed in the vase…

Blossoms to again bloom over the park,

Sky to shine bright, clearing the clouds dark…

This too shall pass,

For nature too to have one last laugh…

Living creatures to interact with all,

Laughter to be heard breaking from the grievance’s cell…

Life provides lots of chance,

To gain experience and get enhance…

On individuals does it lays,

To interpret or just read as it says…

Where most just follow the rules adopting shelter behind existing shield,

To be the change you want to see in the world, is what he strived to yield…

With struggle, hardships and all the odds in his the favor,

He embarked the journey, experimenting with truth, to become a savior…

Humanity over money and patience over violence,

Taught the entire race the virtue of non violence…

Backing Dialogues to mark the actions,

Loaded with weapon of Satyagrah, got almost all the sanctions…

Imparted preaching only after self implementing,

Taught to tame the inner demon for external’s destructing…

For life could be limited and very simple,

But thought need to be high with efforts making them achievable…

(My Experiments with truth – Mahatma Gandhi)

Normal, as just as a word,

Stands too relative and not absurd…

The word, thou always gets, read the same,

It’s altogether a dependency, on the various situational games…

Care free attitude, at a time was so very dear,

All of a sudden, fear just took everything all over…

A time got fixed for all the movements and transits,

Prior which was left on the individual’s exhibits…

Distance between places, always remained tame,

But now it was people, between whom the spaces were not the same…

Masks and shield took such a place over face,

As putting the clothes, on the body, to increase grace…

Houses, that limited the faces in the days,

Were now being full, with corporate to education having stopped interface…

Dependency for varied skills did reduce,

A sense of preventive, took rebirth, putting independence to optimal use…

With all changing as fast as the wink of an eye,

The word normal too evolved, bidding the older version good bye…

Cleared the dew,

To see the picture, so, very true…

Something that till now was just perceived,

Out of illusion, was now able to be viewed…

Moisture till now, sole was the factor,

Unknowing if it was the eye or the weather to dither…

Fearing a turbulence coming,

Sets a comfort in stopping…

Trying to wait till the clearance outside,

Forgetting to wipe the things right from inside…

For most of the views are always derived,

Waiting by the halt, when passing is achieved…

Wandering by the sea,

Shore was something to see…

With the sun too trying to take a dip,

As if cooling self after the heat’s heap…

The silent water touching the feet,

By waves too, descending, as if preparing to sleep…

Brought something crashing beneath the feet,

Initially feeling a stone or some junk lying by the watery sheet…

Lifted it up, to find it absurd,

An old wine bottle with some paper insert…

Interesting did it look,

With some scribbling along attached a hook…

Sat in peace, resting anxiety and excitement,

To have a close look, examining the object…

A year mentioned was way older than the self,

Of an era that by now had totally exhausted itself…

By now was so very clear,

A time capsule was it, the one was holding near…

Struggled to get the sheet, that looked like a letter,

Slowly worked it out, wanting to read the matter…

Strange were the writings in form of some objects,

Had sea, mountains, ships, pirates, danger as subjects…

Behind were words to find the place,

Dare for adventure, to become king of the space…