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.

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Don't Give Up On Your Child

Don't Give Up On Your Child

Don't give up on your child.
Mind you! He is your child.
Fill him with hope.
Fill him with light.

He gets angry on you,
He may even shout at you.
He blames you, scolds you
Because he is your child.

He lies to you; steals from you.
Remember! He is your child.
Fill him with knowledge,
Guide him towards wisdom.

But don't give up on your child;
For he is gifted, he's blessed.
He looks up to you as God.
So don't let him leave you.

No matter what the world says
For it is always bound to say
But you know him better
Because he is your child.

Don't give up on your child.
Do not make him leave
Without saying goodbye.
He's your child, he's your child.

July 28, 2020

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Tree of Spirits

Tree of Spirits

There is a world far beyond our own,
Where there is a tree and not a soul.
Planted on the dark side of the horizon
It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies
Struggling to find a place in Heaven.
When the moon sneaks above the sky
Looking like a black orb without radiance,
Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer,
Then the tree glows in vibrant colors
With smoky hues of red, green and blue
Forming a grim nimbus around it.
This grotesque spectacle is conjured
By the occult of witches and warlocks
For the souls try to take forms of the past
In a hellish way to liberate themselves
From the leash of branches entwined
Within the hideous trunk from which
Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and
Mortified eyes peer into the darkness
In a despairing search for a glimpse
Of something that breathes.

August 29, 2020

This work was originally published as part of a photo prompt hosted on Instagram.