Winding up one summer's day...

It's late afternoon... discernibly hot, lazy and a trifle breezy. Can hear the cacophony of honking vehicles minus the urgency of a normal weekday traffic, could be the unscheduled holiday declared right in the middle of the week... being the birth anniversary of the great legend. Feel a trifle dull, besides its sultry outside and I can see pedestrians, meandering listlessly, perhaps winding homewards.  Some stand huddled around the small ramshackle tea-kiosk just across, a hot cuppa on a hot day perhaps brings fortified relief.  The clock shows its well past four...dusk is more than an hour away, can spy a few birds gliding aimlessly across the rusty-blue skies, a few lines emerge across the realms of my mind:


Waiting for Dusk..


As dusk drawn neigh,
I heave a sigh,
A day in my life is done,


When the skies turn dark,
The stars will mark,
My prayer's the God's did shun,


Darkness whispers night long,
To shadows in a muted throng,
Dreams which were lost and won.


Dawn will colour another day,
Much ado to make hay, 
And life will watch the fun.


I urge myself to leave office.. perhaps the quietude of home beckons. The noisy street below and the drone of construction work on the adjoining plot suddenly seems unbearable. Shall come back tomorrow, I solace myself, to wage another battle with life. Even though I can boast of no victories today, for it was a grim day of survival - gritty perhaps but then I live to fight another day.  At the end what really counts, for me, for anyone is - Survival.  And that the God's have kindly bestowed.


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Dancing

Summer Rains..

Looking at the rains today.. I remembered a summer long ago.  It would rain almost every day, just at dusk, like it is raining now.  They were painful times.. and my heart would feel heavy.  Yet, the pain would inevitably bring old memories, which would caress the soul with its balm of loneliness and a strange comfort that I would never be alone again.  Pain can be a strange companion.. haunting but loyal, perhaps it never leaves us completely.  It is strange when we embrace its cold nothingness.. for often its our's forever, teaching us golden lessons which are priceless.


Summer Rains..


It would rain that summer when dusk fell,
Pensive I would watch tiny rivulets swell,
Flowing rainwater... carrying little dry twigs, 
And the trees wearing drenched green wigs.


The wild wind whispering songs of past,
Spraying droplets the clouds would cast,
Thunder sounding like the drums of heaven,
Darkness shrouding the stars like craven.


Sounds on earth as the rains did pour,
Reminiscing thoughts long lost in yore,
Craving for souls long gone from my life,
Just grovelling around in pain and strife.


Only thoughts remain of that sultry summer,
When thunder sounded like a crazed drummer,
The lightning had revealed demons of dark,
Deep scars within which left it's mark. 

Dusk draws neigh...

Dusk quietly gathers outside my window...it's slow subtle steps inch snail-like towards the darkness. I can see the skies painted a shade of pale yellow with streaks of crimson and grey, there are clouds high up which may bring rain at night.  Has been a hot day, so typically May and its just the first day of the month. A gently breeze blows rustling the leaves on the mango tree just across from where I sit, can see the ripening mangoes rocking in their golden  redness, looking splendid and so tempting.  
Can hear the cacophony of birds returning to their nests.. their day is done, unlike us, they do not have the luxury of a holiday, every day is a working day.  Wonder if they know what holiday's are all about.. but perhaps they enjoy their work and day much more than what we do. I always feel animals and birds live more in the present, for they do not care to think or hoard for the future like humans.  Blissful life really...today I cannot see the evening star, perhaps the clouds cover it.  When I was a child I would be told to make a wish moment the evening star was out, there were a few lines which was prayer like, I would need to recite it, but I have long since forgotten it, much like I no longer wish when I see the evening star.  Just today, I feel like composing the lines.. my own for the evening star:


Star light, star bright.. I wish I may, I wish I might,
Fulfill my desires prayed for.. be it day or at night
Moon light, moon bright.. I wish I could, I wish I may,
Be happy always and spread joy.. in life's glorious way,
Lord of the Heavens... angels & fairies heed my prayerful call,
Send me goodness, bless my home...and  may I do good to all.


May the days ahead.. bring forth the best to all the denizens of this nation - usher in lasting peace, health and prosperity and propel us forward into a bright and glorious future.