The lakeside...

The tranquil waters, with an occasional frog croaking about, and a lonesome lotus surrounded by its fulsome widespread pale green leaves. The solitary rocks, the snaky lane leading to the thickets, and the thoughtful tree at the lakeside .The blue of the lake meeting the blue of the sky at the farthest point making the murky waters meet the dusky horizon.
Sitting there under the tree away from the rush of life and away from all that is important ,he breathes in the tranquility around and become one with the nature .Like the rock , the flower and the tree having no will of their own , he too becomes the part of the placid lakeside .At the end of it that is what he is , isn’t he another creation ,only the difference being he is got the tools to think, sense and apply..

A new moment...

Heart beats for a new moment it can cherish, a new memory that it can relive , something to look back to and remember as happy days during trying times.Coz the trying times will come and the flower of the happy life will wither and burn in the torments of its heated travails.
A plain smile, a word of concern, times spend together , words exchanged without being uttered,will bring joy to the pained heart later when everything would get veiled by unheard of sorrow.

The unsaid story of the ruins..

The ruins speak the story of a resplendent past. Even today you feel as if you can hear the horses walking past you, the blacksmith at their work, the artisans displaying the wares and can easily imagine the political intrigue and silent love blossoming in the precincts of the nearly dilapidated palace, that was once the witnesser of a time of high activity, of rampant power plays, of flowing drinks, of war strategies and political marriages.
Those ruined gardens and empty water ponds sing the song of prosperity that abound there once upon a time when the queen used to step on the bed of roses and into the scented waters and a cool zephyr flew by .All those hymns, those tales of love tell the story of a colourful and cruel past when a son plotted to kill his father for the power and when a traitor led to the doom of a golden era.

The new dawn....

The garden is abloom with a melange of hues , everywhere another flower blooms entrancing every one from honey bee to humans.The new hope springs and takes its first breath of air in turn scenting the atmosphere around giving joy to a dropping heart and giving voice to unsaid words.

As I make out the sun setting down and grey night slowly paving its way, taking in its wake all the iridiscent colours, covering everything with a black blanket, providing everyone reason to rest before another ray of light comes up to wake them and heralds a new dawn....