It all started the day,
the divine droplet disturbed
the slumbering waters.
as if the drop ensouled music
the song of the sea began.
The silence deep inside,
the ballads musing the sailors,
the waltz with the wind,
and percussion of the hauling waves,
finally the chorus rendered to the shores.
The serene prayer offered
on the new moon day.
The heavy rock played
to impress the full moon.
cosmos drenched with the maddening rage.
sometimes the sky joins
with it's own musical mood.
the winds sing the symphony
with shouts of the thunder
and the rains applause for the brilliant show.
Every day, a new mood
Every wave, a new rhythm
Every surf, a new song
looking at the sea I wonder
of what decadence the divine droplet was?
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
God Of Imperfection
when inspirations fail to inspire
and creativity shouts to be heard
Dejected and devoured I try to revive
hands crippled with laziness
pen drawing otiose lines
Thoughts flew far beyond the thoughtful nest
dreamy eyes void of dreams
descriptive ideas just a paradox!
imperfection invites me to be it's god
barren land was once a poetic playground
sun flowers, the staunch devotees of the sun
waterfalls, the disheveled hair of a meditating sage
but no more, the blue sky is a creative canvas
no more the caw of a crow, a secret mystic song
the still river, no more is the mirror of the sky
Where did it all go?
I scream with a fallible voice
did the imperfect darkness swallow the creative light?
just then, a sun shines
from nothingness, a whole conceives
and imperfection is pregnant with the inspiration
perfection means the end
and imperfection, a constant worship
"Choose!” says the GOD of Imperfection
and creativity shouts to be heard
Dejected and devoured I try to revive
hands crippled with laziness
pen drawing otiose lines
Thoughts flew far beyond the thoughtful nest
dreamy eyes void of dreams
descriptive ideas just a paradox!
imperfection invites me to be it's god
barren land was once a poetic playground
sun flowers, the staunch devotees of the sun
waterfalls, the disheveled hair of a meditating sage
but no more, the blue sky is a creative canvas
no more the caw of a crow, a secret mystic song
the still river, no more is the mirror of the sky
Where did it all go?
I scream with a fallible voice
did the imperfect darkness swallow the creative light?
just then, a sun shines
from nothingness, a whole conceives
and imperfection is pregnant with the inspiration
perfection means the end
and imperfection, a constant worship
"Choose!” says the GOD of Imperfection
Monday, August 4, 2008
Thoughts on a birthday
One more seed
inspires, a new garden revives
One more Sky
conquered, a new sky awaits
One more step
trod, a new journey invites
One more dream
realised, a new dream transends
One more wish
fulfilled, a new prayer starts
One more blessing
reached, a new bliss engulfs
One more candle
lit, a new light awakes
one more day
ends, a new year begins
inspires, a new garden revives
One more Sky
conquered, a new sky awaits
One more step
trod, a new journey invites
One more dream
realised, a new dream transends
One more wish
fulfilled, a new prayer starts
One more blessing
reached, a new bliss engulfs
One more candle
lit, a new light awakes
one more day
ends, a new year begins
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