The wheels of the cart roll over the dusty road,

Birds fly up, chasing their kindred, with hopes so broad,

The sun glazes gracefully at the sight,

The grass is soft, dew gleams in the morning light.

Far away, someone’s gathering the cattle,

A crow speeds past to get some food, amid the battle,

Somewhere, someone walks down to the field,

To adore, tend and harness his labour’s yield.

The cup of tree is as warm as it could be,

Freshness drips from the leaves,

Everywhere it’s the sound of running feet,

The rustle of kids is indeed a watching treat.

The shop opens up, drawing a large crowd,

Women frequent the counter, some hide under a shroud,

Business props up during this time of the day,

People want every sort of thing, to go their way.

The breeze posses the freshness of the morning,

Daylight stirs up a new yearning---

To work harder than yesterday,

To strive hard to get up and have a say.

CHILL

The sun bows down, as graceful as ever,

Mist creeps around, its origins are known never,

By and by, chill settles upon the plains,

Every beating heart searches for shelter, deserted are the lanes.

Night descends slow and steady, brings a calm,

That soothes nerves and wounds, acting as a balm,

Every pain undergoes scrutiny, love is found,

Darkness casts fear, that is inwards bound.

The black veil covers all, it spares none,

The shiny, green patches, they are all gone,

Tears come out of the grass, as they bear the night,

They blink and beam in the morning, when the sun brings bright.

The ground, the very soil is devoid of warmth,

Its alien, cold and unfriendly, mist is in swarms,

The air is still, anticipation is high,

The wait for dawn is prolonged, under the wintry sigh!

LESS LIGHT THAN NECESSARY

The horizon is blurred, lost in the distance,

Inadequate light spoils the union,

“Live and let live:, the people say now,

Nature should not be given space for oblivion.

The season’s sweet smelling air cleans me,

My eyes get a sight to freshen up,

I do not want to blink my eyelids,

Lest the scene breaks alike a china-cup.

The air is cool, runs along every inch of my body,

I shiver in the gathering darkness,

Gloom is nowhere in the vicinity,

My mind jumps around with sudden madness.

Darkness does not chase away the feelings,

It rather induces the mood,

And tens to fine-tune it into something-

That is appealing and burns like dry wood!

Yonder in the far stretched skies,

A frenzied dream of beauty lies,

She stands in royal elegance,

But I stare at her with allegiance.

Her eyes look at me with passion,

I admire her gaze of firm station,

Still she looks for something in the brown eyes,

Hopes for a commitment and bonding sans lies.

She passes me in the brightly lit street,

I look at her, as does she, with eyes so discreet,

Still we miss a heart-beat sometime there,

Its attraction with nothing to spare.

I don’t understand the words she uses,

I never felt the feelings she expected me to-

Don’t know why I screw everything up,

I want her, I love her and this feeling is difficult to cope.

A SEAT ON THE LAWNS AT NIGHT

Wisps of cloud float past the silvery orb,

Casting streams of white light all around,

The ever-changing kaleidoscope of life, none can curb,

With the pleasant greeting, when spring is home-ward bound.

Soft, feathery air touches like the waves of the sea,

Blowing away the tiredness and heat,

The grass below is lush and bushy,

Sleep comes over with a reckoning, that is hard to beat.

A world of bliss, adorned with sweetness awaits me,

I float in the waters of tranquility,

Everywhere around me I feel the pleasant breeze,

I was this imagination was true in reality.

Every inch of my body enjoys this sensation,

I feel  the airy touch, with much pleasure and comfort,

Destiny bids me with anticipation,

But once back, I regret to leave that windy spot.

LOST, AM I???

The sun shines hard above the trees,

Its rays don’t penetrate the top, but it does tease,

The trees to grow higher and higher,

The forest is dark, unfamiliar and untrustworthy like a liar.

Every bark , every trunk is the same,

The small, windy road is like a game,

Every twist, every bend makes me feel lost,

The stillness if death, I hate it the most.

A warm breeze blows through the trees,

It adds to the sweat along my muddy crease,

Adrenalin floods in my veins knowing that I have strayed.

I want some hot soup along with some good brown bread.

My legs ache due to exhaustion,

I feel the sound of a chopper and some trepidation,

Hope is renewed in me as I think I am saved,

My rescue team noticed me as I waved.