Leafy Meadows

 wildflowers greeted me on one side... little flowers with butterflies on the breeze ride to one oasis I stopped and I see... adam's children play and glee. The traversing path, I walked again... to the distant shelter, my eyes attain... never have I looked back and saw Never I have found, faults or flaw One group, amidst travel I spot To my eyes a beautiful scene brought... watchful parents, watching children play  contemplation of God's plan which lay In another spot, I found a wise adult chopping wood, green lush tree, chopped for pyre queued. the reason for chopping...I ask the man To my lengthening shadow, he scans... Further, I walked to the pool, where some men lay covered in clay, their hair turned gray... I asked for their names, of them  one smile I knew long is the distance traversed, though seemed miles few The children which gleefully play,  Graying now in front of me lay... Now we have come to a concave shallow A stranger saying

When you aspire to fly Little Chicken, meek and humble, When you aspire to fly, Like a fish to water and bird to sky, Just flap your wings and start the rumble.                     Little Chicken, you dream of soaring high                     Keep your feet grounded and eyes on the sky                     Little Chicken, when you feel low                     Look at the ant, let the ambition sow Little Chicken, you lazy bum Don’t sleep for the world is awake Stick to your dreams like gum Let people follow, the path you make                     Little Chicken, when you do feel not wanted                     And feel like taken for granted                     Look at the mirror, in your eyes deep                     In there you will find my wishes planted. Little Chicken When You Aspire to Fly, Break No Bones, to get a little high. When you come out and chirp your way, You can conquer the world, in a day.                     Little Chicken When Aspire to Fly,                     You nee

  A dewy dew drop, all pearly and transparent With all the hopes and happiness inherent Lands on a leaf sheaf, thin and lean With rays of the sun its body sheen.                                        A wildflower, yawned awakened                                       Seeing the dewy drop, enlivened                                       Reason for dews existence? The flower queried                                        Seeing the warmth grow, it worried. Dewy drop, naïve and cheerful, said On the lean sheaf, it sped, Wonder, why matters existence? Vanished in a whiff leaving no evidence.                                       To the flower the sheaf replied                                       Told tales of dew’s life dignified                                       To come to the aid of a fellow being                                       Permanence in deed and not in existence teaching

  A While   Yeah, it’s been a while, A while for which I long. And listen to you talk, A soothing, sweet melodies song.                                     Yeah, it’s been a while,                                 I peeked into your lovely eyes.                                 Searching in them if any                                 Concern for me lies...!!   Yeah, it’s been a while, I haven’t admired your beautiful soul How much ever, I dive into it and gape Or hide it somewhere from the world, safe                                   Yeah, it’s been a while,                                 For your presence, I starve                                 To be around you, I am assured                                 Your beautiful smile, life is insured.   A while...? you ask?  it is larger than cosmos and infinity Your thoughtful silence a blissful serenity To be around you, even for an infinity is a while Forever in my heart, shines your b

  Are we there yet…? The curious boy, looked out to a window and asked? His question was one of the innumerable he asked since the beginning of the journey. He was going to a new home, it has been quite a while now, he had been searching for a home and no one could take him inside. What would he do? Gentle as his soul was, he never complained but searched again and again and again. But no one could take this boy into their home. No there was nothing wrong with the boy, he was a good, studious, and sturdy kid. He liked reading, walking around the parks, and making an excellent companion but yet no one would take him home. He dreamed of having a house, with lots and lots of toys and things to play with, he dreamed of helping people who could not help themselves, he had bigger dreams than many of the boys of his age ever dreamed of.  It all changed that morning when in the congregation, he looked at this girl who came to meet others just like him. He looked at her and smiled, he thought t

  Alchemy… In the far in a distant land, lived a bearded wise Under a flickering lamp, who worked till sunrise. In his hand, a stone, shining white … Turned in gold all the metal with touch and delight. Me, a metal, rough and abrasive, A man with passion yet primitive. You, a philosopher's stone, shining bright turn me then into a shining armor knight. To the stereotypes' tease, let's make this blasphemy Your heart, meeting mine, creating the alchemy. Sharad