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Pre monsoon-5

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If only I had the skill and power, I would paint the perfect rain clouds for,

All the selfless rivers, flowing tirelessly, trying to fulfill the deficiency of water.

All the lakes, that are shrinking, exposing in years their beds that many had never seen.

All the crops, that grew beautifully till it was time for some rain water to nurture them further.

All the debt ridden farmers, whose hopes are tied to the timely arrival of monsoon.

Paint clouds which would deliver rain, neither more nor less than needed, no floods, no droughts but just the right amount.

” Just right” like Goldilocks’s tale.

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Pre monsoon-3

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Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,

The tender buds to break out into clusters of petals and sepals.

 

Delicately shivering in the wet morning breeze,

Attracting bees and butterflies with their faint magnetic fragrance.

 

Waiting for the rest of the blooms to bloom,

The flowers to outnumber the leaves, the colours to contrast with the greens.

 

Bunches of reds, whites, pinks, tenderly bowing with their weights.

Intoxicating the passer-by with their sweet scent and beauty.

 

Waiting for the monsoon, so that the Earth could come alive,

Succeeding in imparting life, which only the magical rain water could give.

 

Waiting one day at a time, for the dark clouds to loom,  for that abrupt shower,

Turning into  consistent downpour.

Holy haven

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Clouds laden with water, douse the fire, set aflame by the Sun.

The holy river receives the rain water, embracing it as its own.

Gently flowing , reflecting the sky, embedded with hot embers.

Dancing, jumping to the chantes , vibrating in the air.

Meditation haven for saints and sages,

tranquility personified from long gone ages.

Rishikesh, name signifies, the one who controls all senses.

Embodiment of all virtues, Lord Vishnu, from where life commences.

                                      Photo Credit Goes To Shalini Prasad

The staircase.

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Staircase spiralling up to the heaven or descending down to hell?

Taking you to the top or to the bottom of the well?

 

Reaching up for your dreams or treading on someone’s dwell?

Lifting the spirits or making them scream and yell?

 

Helping someone climb or pulling down, only you can tell!

Laughing while climbing or crying when you fell!

 

Looking up in sweet anticipation or looking down with fear of unwell?

Initiating action or waiting lazily for the gong of the bell?

 

Climbing up or climbing down, hold tightly the hand of integrity, don’t let your soul sell.

Protect it with trust and love, conceal it in tenderness and faith’s shell.

 

And if you choose to reach the top, be like a beacon to the ships in the ocean swell.

Guiding them to safety of home, bidding troubles farewell.

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

Chasing time

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That time of year is here. Nostalgia personified. Time to count blessings, looking back and pondering what all happened. What all could not happen and what all could have happened.

As if it were just yesterday, the same day, the same time. Same flowers blooming, same migratory birds nesting, same temperature, rain, snow, chill in the air.

Like a flash it went by! Every wish sent to people, like it was written yesterday. The same parties, thankfully  surrounded by the same people. Some new additions surprisingly seeming like old acquaintances. Same cheer in the atmosphere.

Same emotions wreaking havoc. The same homeless, cold people on the roads stirring deep emotions within the soul. Same sense of helplessness, restlessness and pain.

Same sense of joy and pride watching your children grow. Love, companionship amongst young and old in the family. Same sense of gain when a new member arrives in the family. The extreme sense of loss felt like a huge void, everytime remembering those lost.

Years passing by one at a time but like on a speedboat, zooming past. Memories merging into each other like a dream, senselessly mixing people , events from past and present together.

Like a joyride, rollercoaster years, same posts, photos, comments, likes on the social media. The decorated Christmas trees, the dancing , singing , drinking, New Year’s Eve parties. Identical situations yet…

The year is brand new, time lapsed, 12 months gone, countless breaths drawn. Mind absorbing pain and pleasure like a sponge. Countless moments lost, countless moments acquired. Bonds formed and broken, relationships strengthened, weakened.

The familiarity of “Sameness” embracing in comfort. The excitement of unknown giving sense of adventure. Family, friends giving  love, hope and the strength to go on. Go on chasing time!