He pulled a worn blanket over his shoulder
Hoping it will keep him warm till dawn
Just when he thought it couldn't get any colder
The flickering light over his head was gone!

He followed his routine by thanking the Almighty
For the meagre meal and the blanket old
He had saved some berries from those he sold
He knew these days no one believed in charity.

Just as everyone was settling down for the night
They saw an old man beg for food a few steps ahead
Most of them decided to ignore him instead
But the young guy couldn't bear to see his plight!

He took his shaking hand and gave a warm smile
He fed the old man the berries he had saved
And some water that the man so craved
These precious moments still made his life worthwhile!

He woke up next morning to people staring at his begging bowl
Were his eyes playing a cruel joke?
He thought he might just have a stroke!
There was a pile of gold coins and a scroll!

The man leapt with joy on reading the contents
It was none other than the brave king on his ritual tour
Looking to help the needy, the poor
Indeed the young man had been chosen after the previous night's events!

The sunrays fall on the misty hills
Making the dew drops appear like crystals clear
Seems like the plants too shed a tear
As the night departs with its chills.

A light breeze sways the jungle dense
The leaves rustle in a melody
The chirping birds join the symphony
As the divine music makes perfect sense.

The flowers blossom in various shades
A host of natural bouquets
The rain drizzles in light sprays
Over the trees and over the blades.

This natural beauty lasts for hours few
As dusk starts to creep in with its shadows
There is not a sound anymore in the meadows
Only the crickets chirp taking their clue.

The fog sets in once again
As the process will repeat itself tomorrow
Just as joy always replaces sorrow
The sun will encore brighten this terrain!

He stands tall through scorching heat
Its a noble deed, an amazing feat.
His burning frame is a welcome solace
For a tired being with a lightening pace.

He gives us a chance to breathe fresh air
But man we know is never fair.
They amputate his limbs to expand their territory
For ages its always been the same story.

Every part of his generous anatomy
Is slaughtered for boosting the economy.
His various shades of green soothe our strained eyes
Yet in oblivion he often dies

The torment of these beings needs an epic reforming
Its also the reason for the much hyped 'global warming'
Save trees my friend if you wish to survive
Because without trees its impossible to thrive!

Love is blind, say the sagacious and wise
Then how do these lovers talk through their eyes?

Love is a feeling of constant bliss
Then why is it every second they yearn for that kiss?

Love makes one weak in the knees
Then how do lovers sail the most turbulent seas?

Love brings despair, love brings pain
Then why do lovers call themselves sane?

Love is selfless, love is divine
Then why do they find the need to cross the line?

Love is happiness love is purity
Its a shame lovers fall prey to insecurity.

Love is an emotion which is unpredictable
Yet love is a force most powerful, most stable.

Her face is lit with a beautiful smile
As she calms her racing heart
Its finally the end of a long trial
She can no longer be apart.

His promise to be with her soon
Brings goosebumps, mistakenly a tear,
She breaks into giggles and hums a tune
Caught unaware by feelings of fear.

She brushes away the premonitions
And puts on an elegant dress
It is his last day, his last mission
She awaits his touch, his caress.

Her happiness knows no bounds
She is like an eagle soaring high
Interrupted by a sudden ringing sound
She hangs up the phone with a piercing
cry.

Cursing fate for being so brutal
Is her mind playing sinister tricks?
At last, she braces herself to plan a funeral
To Rise from ashes, he is no phoenix.

The vast, grainy ocean in front of me
Compels me to find an escape
I see shadows but not a single breathing shape
Yet the ocean stretches on for eternity.

I feel famished I feel parched
Mirages ****** my sanity
Its a long way to reality
My legs on the burning sand feel torched!

Suddenly I chance upon a miracle
A fresh, new-born shrub
Wondering, am I being too cynical?

And I am filled with hope, I am filled with will.
I will emulate this Cactus shrub
Something even the harsh desert can't ****.

Those were the times when walking far
Was a leisure for one and all
There were no ridges there was no wall
And no countries suffered because of war.

Those were the times when friends were true
And a happy feast would last for hours
There were no bikes there were no cars
Yet distances amongst people never grew.

These are the times of lightening speed
The times of instant gratification
Where machines are better companions at times of need.

These are the times we live to see
Times we call the millenium
For all the problems today do those times still the key?