Sunday 6 September 2009

Race... towards new light

Reaching for the stars
Hands ache, toes sore
Eyes burn with unshed tears
of disappointments galore

Consequences of decisions
made in imprudent haste
Tormenting the helpless mind
Reflecting years led in waste

All this reckless race
Seemingly towards prosperity
To satisfy needs or is it wants?
Who stopped to think of the disparity?

Cannot remember the roads tread
Wonder what mysteries detours held
What was left behind? What lies ahead?
At this crossroad, the whole being tired

Somewhere in between lies forgotten
The worth of self, teachings of life
wealth of experiences, of strife
The race goes on, it has to be run
With a perspective to reach the sun

Saturday 5 September 2009

Precious Nothings!

Morning dew on the lush green grass
Sight of seagulls as they fly across
First rays of light on the horizon
Scent of earth during the first rain

New borns of nature in early spring
Sound of cuckoos when they sing
Enchanting colours of the late fall
Magical sight of a dense snowfall

Silvery sky on a full moon night
Sparkling stars of new moon night
Lightning etched against starless sky
Clouds shifting on a dark stormy night

Cool salty breeze at the sea shore
Waves hitting rocks and the encore
Snowcapped mountains reflected on lakes
Wild flowers peeping out of large meadows

Wind in the hair when parasailing
Smell of an incense when burning
Silence reigning in the deep valleys
Aroma of coffee when it brews

They are imprinted on my mind
Making an impact so profound
Nature and senses joining hands
To build a treasury of precious nothings