Seductive British Winter

Deciduous trees in winter
Resembles as if the hair of a spinster.

Black and brown in colour,
With lots of curls of love-odor.

Leafless trees with bare branches,
As the misty and cold winter approaches.

The trees' twig and bough,
Looks like, if nature has tied hair swirls, clips & bows.

Snow falls in extreme cold;
Later phase of winter has a commendable hold.

A veil is falling on the nature-queen,
From the milky-way, it is seen..

On the trees and on the slanting houses,
Snow is everywhere; it's density rises.

As bewitching as imagined,
Seems like mantels-pearl and diamond,

Knotted in the ivory wedding gown,
From mysterious heights, so delicate is the creation.

A Christian bride roams hither and thither,
Comes from her protective hiding shelter.









  

The Last Station

Life’s journey seems to be never-ending
Each day we run fast to do the pending

We wake up with new expectation

Mourn if don’t fetch the destination

The journey resembles as if travelling by a train;
People come and go in each station.

Just like one was with the grandparent
Departure has occurred in the present.

Never the past station comes
Nostalgic memory over-shadows

We come across new relations and friends,
As if new passengers in each junctions

The ultimate station is death
 Alone we go as alone we were at birth

Or death is a gateway to the here-after
When body perishes, soul remains for-ever.

Man with ego will end in dust
Man with love remains in the soul.

The English Summer

The sun approaches here
Creates a mesmerizing sphere,

Like a beautiful wave of joy
Spellbinds everybody like a toy,

Ray of spectrum come and go,
Rarely as a cast of magician's flow,

Happiness,love and beauty,
Waves like the roaring forties,

Song of leaves and flowers,
Percolates everywhere,
Very-often misty and it showers,
As if nature-queen encloses there,

British sun plays hide and seek,
Weather tries to trap through its trick.

Here sun is a symbol of freshness,
Creates some enchantment,
 Move-over a touch of softness
All love to glitter in its light.

God's lovely keep-sake
Dawn to dusk feels me awake.

Mortal vs Immortal

Who has seen that internal canvas?
Within these biological organs.
Something intrinsic,something extra-ordinary
That is the soul's integrity
Which is pure and absolute
Its rhythm,its harmony-How to compute?

Man has become a superman;
Rather he is only an ordinary man!
He has no command over death
He is being controlled by that supreme faith

Where is the magnificent Painter?
Who has constructed the soul,entire.

Christ,Rama,Buddha-All are gods,
They have charismatic authority over us.
They have all died,
To show man is mortal & will meet death.

But the soul is immortal,
It is lively and eternal.
Death cannot touch it's platform,
It is not perishable & without any form.