Rhymes & Thoughts

haunt No morals are behind, No messages or divine codes to be deciphered; No judgements, no comments on any issue plaguing you or me, No lies to be dismissed, no truths to be coveted except for the life offered,  No fighting the illusions we veiled ourselves with, No shining swords or sleek arrows, Nor anything worth defending or dying for, No links to hinge onto, no they're no longer in this heart, I've run through this universe in abstract language that seeps afar, I've seen the works, I've heard lines of nectar and witnessed few of nature's art, But none of that is behind these words Nor behind this passing second you're aware of; Nothing beautiful in the world can match the ecstacy I feel now,  Like a distant star in our night sky, Like a grain of rice in a heap, Like a bee in a swarming colony, Like another ant, a leaf  Or a musical note in Beethoven's symphony, I feel belonging, to you, to myself, to that star still shining, Like a breeze of fresh life...

VOICE OF A CLOUD I'm alone, but are there really no one around? I'm detached, but don't I ever feel like walking the ground?! I ride the winds and I float above, Making the world happier and filling it with love; I'm the sense of mystery and the source of hope, I bring peace and dip the heat as I run down the slope(s); I roam free from the seas, land and round; I may look soaring, but you should know I'm too bound; With eagles flying beneath me looking for prey; For some, I may seem like gloom in grey; But I'm in no mood to look into you, I carry loads of life which is ready to spew; I know I look glorious and beautiful from your view, But you should know I'm the first one from our crew, While we're welcomed by the dance of peafowl and breeze, Our might is felt even deep within the seas, With the teetering of the trees, People's hearts turn to us and sees, They beg for our blessings and asks us to please; We are the life...

AN ODE TO RAIN Just boarded the train, After walking all the way in rain; With the train's ignorance telling me, "It's really bad, if you get wet above knee"; But I know I was almost drenched, still I realized we are our own universe, I felt, it was me, thanking myself for a good day, While others were swearing it, as I say; From just the petrichor to flooding the drains, The divine tune was audible from the trains; With every rock, the train went dancing, From station to station, listening to rain sing; It's a gentle reminder to break the routine. Its mandatory to experience it while you're a teen; Without it, world's nothing but a trash bin, And frankly, pausing life has never been a sin.                                                     -Arun Krishna G

TONIGHT'S TALE Tonight, tonight I wonder, With just the moon witnessing my solitude, I stopped to look back and yes I've progressed; But why the hole in the heart, I ponder; Maybe loneliness is a windfall of being unique; Tonight, tonight I wonder, Where are the golden fruits that I bit, With everyone around me seeing it, Lauding me, hailing me, I'm failing to see what I hit; Earned the honey, but can't feel the taste; Holding the drink, but can't take a sip; Maybe numbness is a windfall of being peculiar; Tonight, tonight I wonder, Tell me you gentle moon, I'm missing the same half as you; Tell me you radiant sun, I'm missing the same company as you; Why do they like you for missing your counterpart; Maybe separation is a windfall for having a heart; Tonight, tonight I ask, The world is filled with tasks and people wearing masks, How am I gonna find my half, Do I lift the masks or befriend Him?; ...