THE PILGRIMAGE TO PEACE
My soul craves for travel
a long pilgrimage for peace
far far beyond the borders;
into the lap of hills,
into the womb of forests,
he plunges himself
into the train of winds, hops over caravans of clouds.
to quench his thirst
for silence glimmering over the yonder horizon.
and to escape from the grotesque colonies of naked trees that haunt his dreams forever.
he dreams for a journey into a dream where the whole world of living beings fly on wings scattering sweet syllables in the air;
where even a leaf before it falls to the ground plays around sailing in a boat of song.
where the sun comes into the drawing room of the sky, as hills wake up, woods wake up,
to wander about like a dreamy nomad.
where rows and rows of tall trees take out long processions of silences; where the marriage of earth and sky is solemnized in the cathedral of blue hills; where a nameless bird merely sitting in the branch turns the surroundings into a tune, where red-gum and sandalwood trees bath in puddles of evening, and arrive with drops of red flowers hanging from tips of leaves,
where the moon like a child crawls over the roof of the house and tempts you to clasp him with your hands-
To the valleys of that dream my soul long to go beyond the reach of those haunting naked trees; this is the pilgrimage to peace- –
– Seshendra Sharma, INDIA
I wonder as to why this happens to me all the time
Every time I step out from home, why am I shadowed at prime?
At first, I assumed that it was his love for me
But then felt that his possessiveness was gigantic like a sea
Then, I presumed that he cares a lot for me
But then felt that too much of caring irritates any
Not able to control my anger, one day, I asked him
“Dad, why do you stalk me where ever I go? I am 6 years old and I can take my care”
He said “My only fear is that you are a girl, kid”
His reply was weird and I couldn’t understand
I just shrugged and went to play
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“Sweet Melodies of birds and animals flowing;
Cool breeze that carry scents and aromas of multicoloured flowers keep blowing;
In the skies above, the rainbow, distinctly glowing;
Will all become a dream for future generation that growing?
Still have time to save our nature mother;
Plant tree or seedling in our yard;
Turn off water tap when not in need;
Recycle all waste paper, plastics and wastes for reuse;
Use energy efficient bulbs that are for better cause;
Stop polluting earth by industrial shift;
Give healthy and safe land to next generation as a gift;”
By : Muthu Kumar, INDIA
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the 10th of
The open sea,
the wild wind,
the carpet of
the players of
the busy admirers of Chandra
and, here, am I –
they must be
a fool, a mad,
with pen and
Continue reading “Mandal Bijoy Beg”
THE NATIONS VOICE
I am walking
Behind me my people are walking
This nation’s map with many voices
This atmosphere with different colours are moving Continue reading “Sailaja Mithra.India.”
Thy name is ‘ Twitter’ !
So many faces on
binding the mind !
Bond ? Continue reading “M. Veereswara Rao AP. India.”