Beyond a certain measure,
what worth are your treasures?
Beyond a certain need,
your hoarding turns into greed.
Have you ever seen the colors
of souls that float away like feathers?
Or know their race, country, religion,
food, clothes, houses they lived in?
And if seeing is really believing,
then all these would mean nothing,
for red is the blood in our veins,
and the air we breathe is the same.
The Maker did not discriminate
or create the boundaries of hate.
These were invented by a few who
never cared for the common good.
The results have always been dire,
forcing us deeper into a dark mire.
‘Til we realize the need to change –
a step at a time; it’s not too late.
For in the end, all that matters is
how much you loved, laughed and lived.
For in the end, we’ll lie side by side
like grains of sand, and blades of grass.
The sunlight bouncing off
the leaves on the trees
leaves bright motifs on
the floor through the grills.
The whispering wind
blowing ever so slowly
makes every moving thing
rejoice in joyous dancing.
The koel singing softly –
Songs floating in the breeze.
What could the notes mean?
Maybe love’s sweet melody.
The sun looking handsome
rising in the eastern skies
frowns glaringly by noon
like a lover tired of waiting.
The hills turning brown
with their sun burnt faces
tell stories of their own
to anyone who listens.
The sky showing its colors
without any cloudy specks
is that Eternal Artist’s canvas
with Art that can’t be imitated.
The beautiful summer day then
bids adieu as evening creeps
with the sun setting in the west,
its tete-a-tete a complete mystery.
These days, these golden days
in beauty are truly unparalleled.
O sands of time – pray stop and stay!
These summer days are all I crave!