Thursday, May 27, 2021

Childhood's End

Childhood's End

A heartfelt laughter for the silliest
Of things from a child's lips
Is like adoring a blooming flower.
It is undoubtedly a celestial form
Of God from the Heavens above.

When the same laughter for the tiniest
Of things from a grown-up is indisputably
Smeared with contrived mockery,
Again with a laughter suppressed by the lips.

The joy of childhood is not just
A seed of innocence planted at birth,
But it is in the virtue of living by it
Instead of shying away from it.

The easiness of simplicity is made
Uneasy by the complexity of smugness.
It is the malice that spreads depravity
Until decadence is established as an ideal.

Innocence is the freedom to be naïve,
But willing to taste the nectar of pristine
Life all around us; but not scathing it
By wearing a crown of ignorance.

The idiocy of petty fights to win over
The balance instituted by natural order
Is argued instead of dismissing it
For glorious abuses and selfish exploits.

Instead of chewing the gift of present,
The known past and the unknown future
Stir up distress in the unconscious smile,
Even though it is the symbol of serenity.

The pretense of adulthood is a vermin
Of misery and despair to innocence;
Sadly it is nourished to a thriving child
Until the virtue is lost into oblivion.

There is a child in each one of us;
Why is it lost in the journey through time?
Aren't we all the children of God?
Aren't we all?

May 27, 2021

Monday, December 28, 2020

Delight

Delight

The doors of my mind opened
For the thoughts to wander about
The fields aided by my eyes
To admire the lush green tapestry
In a hope to make something up
For indulging in a poetic endeavor.
But I got lost in contemplation
About trivial matters triggered by
A spell in the subconsciousness
And I brooded over it now and again
Eating away all my valuable time.

Just then I felt a gentle squeeze
On my forefinger jolting me out
Of my useless and unworthy musing.
I looked down towards my kid
Whose eager little eyes pleaded
Me to carry him in my arms.
Feeling ashamed at myself,
My impulse prompted me to
Honor it with pity in my heart
Wearing a rueful smile, for there
Is no delight greater than this.




December 25, 2020

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Rendezvous With Nature

Rendezvous With Nature

The stream of words
Trickles from my mind
With no intention of
Making me conscious
Of the fact that I am
All alone in this world.
This feeling of great relief
Prospers when the draughts of
Fresh air is felt in my lungs
While my eyes relish
The spectacular view of
A calm lake on one side and
Vast paddy fields on the other.
Against the backdrop of
The setting sun, it looks like
A lush green carpet laid down
For the Gods to rest.

The long stroll on the lakeside path
Did not weaken my strength,
Nor did it cease to amaze me
As I gradually steered across
The farm of betel nut trees
Swaying with joy against
The cool evening breeze.
It is then I saw a pair of
Hornbills stealing the nuts.
When they caught me staring at them,
It was a magnificent sight
To watch them flap their wings
And fly away to the next farm.

The treasure cove of pleasure
Lies in such beauties of nature
Planted within man's reach.
It can be experienced only by
Training the senses to admire
The divinity of spiritual essence;
For life is truly untangled
When it is filled with tiny joys
That define simplicity.

September 30, 2020

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Book Review: Moriarty by Anthony Horowitz

Let me keep this short. I felt this novel is dragged. It could have been wrapped up a lot quicker than it is. But, I love the twist in this tale at the very end. I love stories with twists. Unlike the Sherlockian twist that the detective unfolds the mystery to his readers, I never foresaw a twist coming my way; and that's why it was quite an entertaining read. This is the time when I felt the drag made sense. Until this point, I felt it was moving rather slowly as the narrative seemed mundane, monotonous and unintelligent. There are some obvious loose ends as well. I think this kind of tone is deliberately set by the author for an explosive ending. Should the appearance of Sherlock Holmes took place anywhere but in the last chapter, then it would have spoiled the plot. It was a wise decision to make Holmes appear as part of a back story. Even though the story tries to set a darker tone with its gruesome scenes, it is not as good as the first: The House of Silk.


Friday, September 18, 2020

Beauty of Glory

Beauty of Glory

Even if you showcase the beauty you created,
It is not going to fetch the glory you expect.
Because you behave like everyone else;
While getting lost in pleasing others,
You lose your focus!
Then realizing the mistake with regret,
You come back to your true self
And do what you always love to do
And celebrate the glory inside you.
That is the beauty of glory.