g's world

It was one lovely time, the time when sunshine caressed my face with a friendly ray and dried leaves played longingly under my feet. I had a smile which spread forever, I had a smile deep rooted within my heart, the warmth and hope that prolonged from within the organ beneath my ribs. That time when I had a pair of little and soft hands to hold on to me tight, finges entwined into one another. That lovely bud of rose which bloomed hearing the miner's lost songs of "the hanging tree" and the healer's hands crushing leaves to let into the mouth of the ill and striken. The hybrid rose which strikes terror into my being, haunts my sleep and taunts with the unstricken arrow. That silver splay of hope which spread from the hover craft, that pearly bane which spread onto the innocent child's hands, that which used to spread hope of bread and medicine in the arena, that which contained the little bundle of distress, licked my body wi...

The winds howled like the midnight street dogs While the moist air caressed my cheeks,  It cooled my brow, brought me back to the then.  Lying on the stony pillow, I was, My balcony wide open, lending my privacy to anyone passing by,  Did I at the least care, ironically not.  Back from a long lost reality, I was, The time when I had found innocence in every child’s smile, Truth in every friend’s word, A blend of passion and talent in every artist’s hand, Bountiful faith in every theist’s eyes, There were green, brown and the transparent,  Boundless and not possessed they were, The unclaimed lands of a generous king.  They replenished and were so.  It loomed on me, they barely exist, And in the turbulent present, They dissolved like snow under sun, The chill lasting longer in memory. Rather there is, brimming coffers behind the artist’s success, Greed and uncouth desire in many theists’ eyes, The ghosts of innocence in the c...

Feeling the fresh brown dust on my feet, listening to the screeches of the tawny owl, and the rustling noise from the lonely bats' wings, seeing the yellow leaves succeeding one another, looking at the blue, blue sky with rare snowy clouds, and diamond like stars twinkling in the moonless sky. breezy winds smashing onto my face, and rustling my greasy black hair. The smell of moist mud and the green crickets, though my nostrils, filling into my lungs, my breath long and heavy, I take into me, also with the fragrance of the evening flowers.  sensing the falling waters nearby, sensing the freshness of the fall through my skin, listening, observing around me the serenity of the bounty, the abundance of whom they call the almighty, feeling, drenching and seeing the denseness around, sighting the verity within resembling the outside. I sit there in my dreams, unassuming, I sit there for a long time without my intervening thoughts, I sit there blank as a white she...

She is still there, staring into the wide navy blanket, with diamond stones strewn all over, she sits there with widened eyes moist with pearly tears, lips dry and speechless she is,staring into nothing, that rules everything underneath. She slowly walks out into the sandy shores, she rattles the waves with her tremendous arms, but straightens herself on seeing the silvery bliss, the silvery bliss pouring out from the huge hole in the nightly spread, the pathway to heaven, welcoming her into innocence. She ignores the rare invite and drowns herself into the joyous cloak of transparency,though a bit salty, she plunges fathoms deep into the solemn main,and rolls herself onto the coarse shores of powdered gold, thus she brings the shores in communion with frivolity. She leaves them behind just to dance with the denser green, she rocks forward and back, shaking off the heart of every man in there, their hearts fall at her feet, in colours of green, yellow, red and b...

I was trodding in the pathway, lonely as my heart, murmuring to myself, my own thoughts, Autumn leaves were strewn and the floor was cold, the sky was pale like an old man's beard. The trees seemed dark in their own dream worlds, the breeze was mellow and fresh like pine. when I looked up to the sky surrounded by clouds, it seemed hazy and about to rain. True to my feelings, it started to pour, tiny drops at first, glistening like pearl, under the rarest rays of the young sun. Heavier it seemed to become, fatter drops of rain,drenching my soul, cold and refreshing, they fell on to my head, made their way from strands of black hair, to my chin like dusk.And suddenly they dropped, rapid with a heavy plonk, landed safely on to my clothes, soaking them with joy. From the sky they raced, more and more, heavier and heavier, happier and happier, millions fell to the ground forming tiny puddles,many on the trees, on the lonely bench, on the electric wires, and a f...

Being happy, being contented and helpful to others, making others around us happy are the rarest priced possession that a person can ever get. There are so many people in this world waiting to meet a person like that and they yearn to be so. But, people live a life of endless lies and active concealment, they never tend to accept what they are when other people comment on their behavior, they never analyse their own mistakes behind those comments, but their ego comes in front of them and casts a huge curtain and there they are, getting angry, getting irritated about the comments, getting hurt and defending themselves. Their heart throbs with anger, and always accepts only flattery or genuine praise. When a person praises them, highlighting their good qualities, they readily accept their words with a huge smile on their faces, but when the same person remarks upon their minuses, they retard themselves and the other person, they are bounded by the huge barrier of ego and makes the wh...

Tiny pearls fell from the velvety spread, they glistened like dew drops on the greenest leaf. the great fall ended in a "plonk", which made the pearls scatter into tiny shimmering pieces. the rock turned chill, and the weather shrill, the waves of worry long gone, and happiness struck like a gong. the sound of the shattering pearls, were welcomed among the beings, some ran for shelter, while some paced slowly, enjoying the shower. the sorrows of the heart, deep like the oceans were dispersed, like a juvenile pond, by the chilling droplets. which came from heaven, to bring light through the dark. when they found their way, to the broken lands of the mourning peasant, he looked up to the sky and whispered, with tearful eyes, "Alas! God's shower is here". when they landed on a child's arms, she caressed them with a smile on her face, and rushed into her room, and searched happily, for the paper boats her mother had lovingly made. ...