It's midnight;
sky a black silky velvet,
moon a malignant metal disc,
with an ethereal glow;
a serenade of heaven's black,
support a chorus of stars
Ocean waves lap lazily,
a dancing hem of a long , flowing gown,
a jumbled concoction of grey and blue,
glowing like melted platinum,
in lasers of moonlight,
spilling onto the sand with a loud sigh.
I close my eyes,
nestling deeper into my deck chair,
letting in fresh ocean air
into a grateful pair of lungs.
It is the same ocean back home-I muse,
the same sky, the same moon, the same stars,
and yet it's different here,
a surreal calm that feels almost godly,
I pull the locally bought scratchy kaross, over my body and close my eyes,
the haunting lullaby of the waves ,
the swell and sigh are now distant,
as the sleep catches on,
under a shimmering moonlit sky.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 2:04 PM UTC
As if triggered by a button on remote,
life **** starts
growing into a crescendo
humanity swarming like a robot, rhyming with the relentless cacophony
Air a strange mix of perfume , sweat and burnt gasoline
with a dash of smoke from a nearby factory,
torpid clouds in the blue oblivious of the commotion down under
parked like boats safely moored in the celestial harbour.
And then it is all over in a jiffy
as the dark descends.
deserted, silent, litter strewn streets manifest under an incandescent crescent moon in all its glory
and a thousand stars explode
like beacons of hope for lost souls of the world,
a homeless urchin in rags meanwhile,
crouches defensively,
preparing for a likely sleepless night
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 4:07 AM UTC
I walk lazily by the sea,
over the cushion of a sandy beach,
as gentle on the eye
as a vintage sepia photograph
from my archives,
steady warmth emanates
from the golden grains
I listen to percussion of waves
rising and falling with rhythmic ease,
buzzing with its dormant strength,
crawling gently to the shore,
kindling its own symphony,
horizon impeccably stitched with a silver line,
hemmed to perfection,
as if by a loving adept seamstress
far away streamers of tapered light,
flow through cracks
in languorus clouds,
a solitary albatross with sleek efficient wings,
streaks out towards distant horizon
bidding adieu to a departing sun.
I settle down on the floury beach,
soaking the sun of dusk,
breathing in the salty air
life is so much like the sea I reflect,
sometimes at peace,
sometimes a raging storm,
so take bad in your stride,
dont beat yourself too hard,
stay undeterred, undefeated
for there is always hope
for a better tomorrow.
Winter always turns to spring.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
The forest river in her generous curves
shines blue amid leafy greens
whispering sweet notes
in cascading water strings
rustic hues of submerged pebbles
more priceless than precious jewels
babbling and burbling it dances on
chords of sunlight spear down
bathing it's surface in white
like a thousand diamonds
blessed with an inner fire
The mountain stands regally in background
an imposing presence
of sky penetrating majesty
brooches of snow cover the lofty peaks
a weeping waterfall
oozing from a deep ****
in the rock face
glinting brightly feeding the river
the lifeblood of forest
I scoop a hand through water
and drink my fill
leaning back against a rock
I close my eyes
sweet aroma of forest
drifts into my nostrils
I reflect on the beauty of it all
could heavens be any different
I wonder...
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC
Hope is bravery with rationale
hope is not some quixotic dream
it's the steely will to seek the good,
to forge ahead undeterred,
seeking the light
hope is the starlight that whispers of the sun.
it comes riding on a galloping horse
reaching out to the horizons of victory
it's the pilot light in icy winds
it's courage from bravest part of your soul
hope is seeing beauty on a dark night,
when the inky black sky hugs the stars
as a mother to her newborn,
hope is the power to see such beauty
and reach out to it with a naked heart
it's the light that forms a rope
and anchors you to the resolve of a better tomorrow
Hope is the way you smile
the way you pause
gathering strength to make a prudent choice
to breath and let love guide you
it's a belief in yourself
it's the way you walk ever confident
holding your head a little higher
hope is a firm resolve not to give up
Hope is an unyielding decision.
. .
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Spring is in the air
so is love and hope
air warm and welcoming
fields a parsley-green
happy calves lowing in the fields
a carnival of scents linger in the air
daisies and edelweiss scatter the meadows
feeding happily on strands
of light beams from the sky
nodding and dancing
in appreciation and delight
an optimist is the human personification of spring
like nature's fight to bring forth
new life, new beginning, a new order,
spelling death of winter
may death and disease
be doomed too
and bring life to life in 2021
-pradeep
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 2:44 AM UTC
He sits alone in confines of four walls
as melancholic silence descends
barring the crackling sound of fireplace
offering some solace on a dark cold night
incessant bouts of unforgiving pain linger
tears blur the vision cleansing his cheeks
barely pausing at wrinkles
streaming into his mouth
so he could taste his own pain and sorrow
she left a week ago consumed by covid
leaving behind sadness
like death by a thousand paper cuts...
hope is seeing light despite darkness she whispers
though life has fated we never cross paths again
I will never let you face this world alone
this bond of life and death
is unbreakable .
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
Sprigs and Spurs from pines and plants
freshly scented by the almighty
sway over my head
as I intrude into a different land
a different world
not the one I have known all along
squirrels run up and down trees
measuring them up
chattering hopping randomly on gentle giants
upon ground lie the dead
fallen in storms long ago
twisted like driftwood,
in random patterns like seaside waves;
yet not forgotten.
elegant and serene in death
protected by an umbrella of greens
praying in whispers for departed souls
it's a world of creatures as varied as chalk and cheese
the flora and fauna
in complete harmony
wildflowers and fallen leaves
crunch beneath my bare feet
I breathe the forest air
and close my eyes
it's a feeling of being truly alive
under nascent rays of the sun
that creep through trees
gentle and soft on the skin
create calming variegated impressions on the ground
I trudge along
taking in fragrance of minty grass
pampering my lungs
and wonder
why can't my world be as this
why can't we learn to live in rhythm
be at peace
unify in diversity
-pradeep
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Petrichor in moist air
quenched soil, wet asphalt
rain soaked trees and flower beds
ethereal humidity
subtle haze in patches
contrasted by a slice of sun
occasionally peeping through
shrouds of vagrant greyish white clouds
floating lazily in a labyrinth
against a deep blue sky
beaming moving images
of light and shade on the ground
like projector of a cinema screen
conspiring to reassemble
for another bout of rain
On the distant horizon
emerges in all its glory and sparkle
resting royally on billions of suspended water drops
pretty frame of a rainbow
encompassing the landscape
nature in its prime and sublime
I sit sipping a cup of tea
against the window
hoping and wishing
maybe some day
sins of humans
the hatred, the caste divide, the racism
would be washed away too
and buried deep
into the damp soil
after the rain.
Maybe some day..
..
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC