Desperately running out of life, I found a nest
Which provided me with a much needed rest.
I was thankful to the birdie which chirped
And gave the best to this disgusting guest.
The tree gave the shade,
And allowed the tough storm to fade.
It gave me its fruits
And reminded me of my roots.
While I looked at the sky,
Both in the day and in the night,
I caught a feeling "I wasn’t alone":
Though the time was to prone.
Life was running too hard, for me to catch,
I never had the time, to mix, match and latch.
How stupid I would have been, had I let it gone by,
And cried all night after saying “Good Bye”.
A laughter and a tear, threw the sorrow fear,
Made happiness in life look so near.
I am grateful to the tree, not for the fruit.
I am grateful to the bird, not for the chirp.
Grateful I am to the sky, to the stars and to the moon,
Not at all for the thoughts that made me a maroon.
Happiness and sorrow are part of life.
Laughter says “tear is my wife”.
We all stand on a think edge of a knife,
Yet, Life makes us to lead it king size.
Why complain when life asks “Quo Vadis?”: even the Jesus knows
Though the Peter knows, you answer and the life goes
The first drop of the rain, landing on the mysteriously beautiful and ever caring mother earth, bringing with it is the absolute fragrance of the joy with a meticulously packaged energy to the cheer mongers. Joins to this is the absolute oft forgotten breeze carrying the aroma of the wet mud. Ah! All pervading source of happiness is here to bring the start of another festivity season. This is the time to go get up and enjoy the nature’s gift to the mankind, “Thou shall join you very soon”, whispers Monsoon.
Greenery all around and muddy waters everywhere, children playing around with dirt everywhere, does anyone have a concern for the horrible wear? I guess not as the enjoyment is breathing in the air. The smiles of these faces are bringing cheer to all, children can trill and monsoon will frill, bringing all obsolete doubts to fall.
Rain does hamper our commuting; still it acts fair keeping us indoors and where is your family that was complaining? Happy faces all around, eating the sweets and singing the festival songs, farmer is happy and so is the clown. Sweat of the hot days are long gone by, wet is the mantra for the days to come by. Lets all enjoy and greet each other, dusserha and diwali will join us together.
All foretold the colors of life; depicts the rainbow with red blue and white. Sun does come down and says you a ‘hi’, brings with it the clouds which never says ‘bye bye’. Working life can get you to be a meek, while the child in you plays hide and seek. Let him come out and play to the best; good old days are long gone but life is still at its full zest.
Enjoy the monsoon, be a kid. Life is here, to be your fid.
