Nature eyes

my eyes are green with envy for she lives in every lesf and every flower........

Just for haven

A scarecrow in the middle of the field,

Rivulets slipping down the hills

Naiive cattles with ringing bells,

A lonely bird on the bare tree tells,

The story of this farm wee bit old,

In every grain,kept and sold.

Morn full of beams of sun

Where leaves shines and birds run,

To flaunt around and make up a show,

Where flowers smile all in a row.

Billowing crops in the air so light,

Call for a haven,just so right.

Tall palm trees at the foot of the hill.

Orchids of mango trees stand stll.

Buttery stones with all sizes big,

Some smiling faces, some shapes antique.

Soil that smells of you and me

And the hills and the sky and the crops and the tree.

Green meadow to dance and play

And rest on the heights and folds of hay,

Under the sky, wide and dark

With pools and palms of twinkling stars.

How am I blessed to have these eyes

To see all nature where heaven lies.

How do I ....????

Like a pen filled with ink writes

while an empty one embosses sheet

My heart refrains from getting gorged

By your love that makes its beat.

The moment you are near to me

My heart lives an age.

I feel like getting drowned

by a love-tied,honey-purged sage.

Your stare bores a hole in me

through which your side is seen

I will never forget your naughty signs

and your wicked smiles umpteen.

You tease, you smile, you fight

To get you my reaction.

But how clever am I,

to count each and evry refraction.

You do not show what you think

And think I do not know.

But let me tell you one little thing

I will follow wherever you go.

My heart propels with you so close

that I could feel it saying

Let him hold me so tight and firm

and forget that rules are staying.

I am scared ending up as a dupe

with a filched heart and a rich stealer.

who robs my peace evrytime he loves

leaves me like a kid in the cradle.

Hangovers

O really , this time the height of boredom is beyond the clouds somewhere. I havent received 'maati' yet and I am on the same intial three pages of the book presently in my custody. Writers would die seeing the pathetic way of reading their writings the way I do. After attending weddings the hangovers become pertinent and put a hard break pushing us into the same mundane routine.Weddings mean dancing, gatherings, fun and falling back into old times with flood of relatives. Satisfying the prodigious apetite and deciding the menu card makes us the kings and queens of the home. All the night-outs to mock and fleer at the night that it doesn't matter how much it tries to put us into slumber,we will go on jumping into fun.The customes and mores with old songs by old ladies of home feel us so connected and rural that we start forgetting all the things we left behind. 

This time the fields, fruit laden orchids, antique grandparent homes, faded old photographs of our parents in their youth, the customised hills with temples, beautiful canals and dams drenching the skin of the earth with cold,sweet water refreshed and revived me with the magnificient background I belong to. It was  astonishing to see the swords, ancient earthen pots, secret doors in the rooms were we slept when we were child but could realise only now that my home itself is no less than a museum full of adventures and histories.The gigantic doors with fine carvings of old architectural patterns, beautiful lintels offering me to fall everytime I pass the doorway, deep covered wells that really appear to be a deep black hole in the chest of the earth making us hysterically scared, big broad courtyard in the centre of the house where the company of stars in the night and the busyness of the day could build best 24 hours of life. While pulling water out of a handpump we really felt that we had strived to get something like pure, luke warm, sweet fluid from the bottom of the soil which was preserved only for us to take the charm of it.The morning sunlight also seems coming straight from the castle of the sun into our home without any interruptions washing every corner with its freshness.I feel proud to have such a big, magnificient and ancient village and it gives me the feeling that I am connected to the history that must have anticipated us coming and vicariously repeating all such great moments of past.