RESSURECTION

There, the colourful garden

Without its gesture

In the wake of the dusk

Smeared with dust and rubble.

Fragrance in the air,

Humming bees, and

Chirpping birds,

A joy for all,

And the love for one--where?

Lost in the depths of the earth,

Struggling against nature

For the hope to emerge

Under torrid conditions.

The beauth that is engraved

Never fails in its attire - for

The wilted flower

Born for one

After years of patient hope.

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WINGED EPISODE

Trekking through the vast terrain

Lying sprawled beyond the horizon,

I enounter a strange feeling.

On my left a vast expanse

Of green meadows.

Horses and sheep graze lazily

On the rich ground.

The plight of the bony animals

Send a wave of

Shock and distress.

Peacocks dance to the

Merriment of the coming breeze,

A scene of satisfaction and hunger.

A piercing shreik

Drew my attention,

On my right a vast expanse

Of ploughed land.

Nature waits to see

The cruel whips of the lord,

Transforms the waste

Into full bloom

Toiling under the sweat and tears.

Those watching hawks

Hold the eins that leads to

The cruel laws of bonded labour,

A scene of injustice and slavery.

With stained cheeks

And ladn heart, I continue..

An instinct stir within

For the need to revolt

To free the caged birds.

One born with love,

Lived with care,

To live in happiness

And to die in freedom.

The failure to recognize one's

Identity is the beinning of disaster,

And reformation is the

Beginning of wisdom,

A view through humanity.

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THOSE FIRST SHOWERS

A streak of lightning

And a mighty roar

Shattered the eerie silence

Of the torrid summer.

It signalled the end

Of an ordeal

That was long overdue

With a sigh of relief.

Aroused those pregnant clouds

Adrift high above

With a tender touch

To answer the nature's call.

In grief and anxiety

The parched earth

Smiled to receive

The first showers.

Those cool and loving touch

Heralds an era of

Progress and prosperity

For all alike.

The ensuing embrace

Pull us out of our hiding

With outstretched arms

a of

tender touch

TATTERED VEIL

TATTERED VEIL

Those two litle hands

When touched my shoulders,Aroused me

From semi-consciousness

To excite

Those exotic feelings

Which lay buried deep

Within.
My shy

Sensuousness arose

Whenshe whispered--

Those words

Reverberate

A thousand times.

That keeps up my emotionslively.

A short moment of excitement

Was terminated.

It finally exploded

To shatter the crystal ball

To innumerous pieces.

Time will alone

Assemble it.

Back into slumber I fall.

THE THUNDER STORM

the rain

weaves together

the thread of the bygone

and the forthcoming;

while the booming elements

herald

the virgin earth's

new sensuousness

sending probing hands

into death's deep silence

by v.jayaramdas [posted on 13/08/2008]