It's my time

One step a day, I keep moving ahead,

Kicking the pebbles on my way,

The road leads where, I might not know,

But the path feels right, for sure I can say.

For I can see the bright golden sun,

Guiding my trail in heavenly light,

The breeze seems cheerful on my side,

While the warmth of the sky just feels right.

No one can stop me at this moment,

For it is my life and it is my time,

The birds will sing to my music,

And the butterflies will dance to my chime.

I am getting closer to the stars each day,

As they paint the horizon to welcome me,

And the silver moon prepares a cozy bed,

Everything is in place, from where I can see…

18^th February 2019

THE SPRING SINGS...

It’s here, it’s here,
The season of our dreams,
Feel the scent at some distance,
It’s not so far, it seems.

I can hear its sound,
As the birds chirp their way,
To the bright green leaves,
Where they eat, sleep and stay.

I can smell its fragrance,
From the flowers new born,
As they paint the world pretty,
Working dusk to the dawn.

I can see the happy colours,
Sprinkling glee on my eyes,
Enchanting reds and pinks and purples,
And orange trumpet vines.

I can feel its soft warmth,
As the sun touches my face,
Pats my cheeks with glow,
And brings me back my grace.

I can taste its beauty now,
For the world seems all right,
The skies are blue and the grasses green,
It’s a perfect pleasurable sight.

It’s here, it’s here,
The Spring of my dreams,
The grey days are over now,
With euphoria my heart beams.

5th February 2019
©sugandhswani_

THE SONG OF YOUNG SUMMER!

This is a song for you, Oh Summer!

About how I miss your younger days,

When your innocence brought a smile,

With bright and shiny delight on my face!

Your mornings were fresh,

And smelled of the sun so warm,

The birds chirped in glee as they broke their fast,

And busy with their routine, the bees did swarm.

The noon was rather a silent time,

One could barely hear the humdrum hymn,

Of a hammer, as somewhere near, a mason sang

His mundane song that was boring and grim.

The children waited for the sun to go down,

They would run in the evenings all over the street,

Jumping, laughing, cycling and singing,

And licking the ice cones to beat the heat!

 

Not before their mothers called them,

The crickets buzzed announcing twilight,

The Jasmine filled our hearts with fragrance,

And the trees cajoled the birds that went out of sight!

And when the night came, the city hardly slept,

For somewhere or the other, the power went out,

So fighting the mosquitoes, we sat on our terrace,

While glowing merrily, the fireflies would flout!

I miss those days and those summers even more,

That have adulted into hatred and spite,

Just like us, as we grow, from pure, untainted beings,

To adults, paying innocence as a price!

“The summer of today is a brutal beast”,

They say, “Killing the meek on its way”,

Or maybe we have lost, our sense of wonder,

Our appreciation of nature in all its days!!

3^rd June 2016

THE WIND OR THE SUN????

Hush! Let me hear the sound of the wind

That blows by my ears and whispers a word,

A word of invite to a mysterious land

That is unseen and unheard.

 

“Follow the leaves that blow with me,

Those which are dry and long dead,

Dead, but are now alive in their spirit,

To sleep forever in the snuggest bed”

“There you will find real emotions and blues

That are fake, fraudulent and untrue,

Untrue in this world full of pretentions,

So come with me to darkness new!”

“You sound like the charming serpent!”

I say to the wind, “and lure me to take the final call,

A call that will end all sorrows forever

And will rid me of scrapes, big or small.”

“But wait! let me look at the message of the sun

It has been trying to show me a stream

The stream of light that holds me back

And lures me to take a dip in the dream.”

“It’s the dream of holding my head high

As I fight all the darkness spread around

And then sleep in contentment of my victory

Over my fears that keep me bound!”

 So I shun the wind and open my arms

To the radiance of a tough but warm sun,

And take on the spirit of a true fighter

And not give up till am happy and done.

28th September

2011

Dreams come true!!!

There did rest on the hill top, 

Three giant green trees so tall,

In the beautiful bond of friendship;

They lived together through spring and fall.

One sunny morn as they discussed their lives,

Their greatest dreams became the talk.

Nature heard them in full serenity

Wind too was calm on that silent rock.

The first tree uttered in full pride

“I want to be the box holding the most precious jewel

On the Earth as I watch,

On me, the whole world will drool.

The second tree too had a great dream to share

“I want to sail on the vast deep blue,

And be the ship that carries the greatest king,

To his golden kingdom, I will sail him through!”

The third one listened patiently to them until

He was asked what his real dream was.

He simply said “I don’t want to be cut ever,

I wish to grow tall and be the closest to God!”

The three slept that night smiling

As their dreams shone with moonlight.

Came there a woodcutter at dawn,

And alas! They vanished before sunlight!

The first tree was cut neatly by the carpenter,

Not into a box for a precious stone,

But into a routine box that was taken

By a farmer who left it in the fields alone!

The second tree became a tiny boat,

That carried the fishermen to the coast,

And not a huge ship for a great king,

Of his giant kingdom who could boast.

The third poor tree was of no use,

“A waste!” thought the woodcutter as he kept it aside,

Into a room that was dark and lonesome

Where its’ tears it could silently hide!

The three friends lost all hope in life,

Their dreams were shattered to the core.

Silenced by the judgment of destiny against them

The cloak of sorrow forever they wore.

A day came when a child was born,

In the house of a shepherd extremely poor,

He had no place to keep his baby,

Till he saw a box outside his door.

He grabbed the box and filled it with hay,

For his little jewel to rest snug and warm.

And safe slept the baby in all times

In sun, in rain and in the storm.

The child grew and he sailed in a boat,

Along with some fishermen he met someday.

And as the storms hit them hard,

This man uttered “Peace!” and the storms went bay!

One holy Friday the sad third tree

Was brought out into the light,

The whole world saw it was the closest to God,

As on it, that man was then crucified!!!

12th April 2012

 - Inspired by a story I heard in my childhood

OH TRAVELLER!

You traverse your path Oh Lonely traveler,

The endless voyage across nights and days,

The one that follows you forever and ever,

I am that shadow, my existence says!

You walk in the morning through the ups and downs,

Kicking the pebbles on the uneasy street,

The one that shows you direction ahead,

I will be that light to guide your feet.

As you make your way through the desert in the noon,

Lost in the layers...thick dunes of sand,

The one that relieves your throat so dry,

I will be that drop of water on that land.

When the sun is setting and you sit on a rock,

To relax for a while beside the sea,

The one that brushes your face and combs your hair,

I will be that breeze and give peace to thee.

Once again you start when its twilight,

And climb ahead on the snowy heights,

The one that caresses you as you shiver,

I will be that warmth and hold you tight.

When you feel scared in the silence of the dark,

Amidst the woods and the whining trees,

The one that whispers, “You are not alone!”

I will be that buzz of the crickets around thee.

And once you are tired and rest in your bed,

On your way to a sun brand new,

The one that blesses you with beautiful dreams,

I will be that star and shall guard you!!!!

31st August 2011