Silent Dream

Silent Dream On the track leading to life’s destiny The train chained By chattering thoughts Speeds on non-stop. The restless mind crowded with the Wagons of happiness and sorrows Is embedded in exuberant past and present. Those alternate moments of joy and woe Are marked permanently on the pebbled path of life, Its swiftness unconceivable. Even the mighty hands of knowledge and science Cannot slow it down. As it moves on uninterrupted Unaware of the ones, left alone in the desert sand The myriads of the lonely souls Mingled and lost with the whistling wind of obstacles Floats in the air in despair. The heaven and sky shed tears of rain to quell the anguish While mother earth opens her arms. Fleeting images of the hills and plains, And the tunes of the birdsongs Whispering to the moon and sun Give melody to my silent muse. These hovering invisible fleets of thoughts, Run forever on the track of my silent dream.

A Spared Bill

A  Spared Bill

I overhear the clicking of coins

in his hand-held container.

As I approach nearer, he shakes it

more rapidly with a rhythm.

I turn my head to glance,

and see an old man in his tattered cloth,

looking anxiously toward

all those people who pass by.

He catches my attention

with his toothless grin.  

He captures me in his unhidden smile

while I fumble inside my purse.

Alas, the coins are missing.

A dollar bill pops up!

While I drop the bill into his container

it does not make a clicking sound,

but he looks happier in his toothless grin.

March on Timeline

March on Timeline

On the timeline of life’s path

Marching on,  

As fast as a deer

And slow like a snail’s move,

Quiet noise of self

Stirred out into the bowl of peace,

Churned into a buttery compassion

Brave heart stumbles into a wish

Where peace and love be

Found wrapped up in a humble fold.

It is March, another addition to my life’s  

Existence. Today I need to hold on the

Path I have chosen to share happiness

To the world at large.

 So is my choice to march on at any pace given to me.

Bent Creek

Bent Creek

                                                                                                            

My daily walk usually starts from the left side of our lane but today I decide to turn right.  Again I walk up the slight hill, then immediately turn left to cross the small bridge over the creek. A ripple to soft music whispers and lures me.

I can’t help but stall my walk; turn toward the creek and peep through the net fencing. It looks so calm and gentle with a melodious tune of flow. I send my greetings to it and in response the creek giggles though the ripples while it continues its journey. I continue to view it as solemn silence and peace enter me.

The Last Glimpse

The Last Glimpse.

On the deck of the Sapphire Princess

By the Eastern horizon

An enchanted moment of glory

Dreamlike,

The sun casts a a smile of rainbow

A final farewell before its deep plunge

Into the ocean.

The parting, a sad transition

Clouds stands stunned

Ready to shed tears of rain.

Sky’s hue turns ashen

As the smoldering fire of sunshine vanishes

I stand still longing to capture

A glimpse of the rainbow 

Beyond comprehension

Only secluded images of the

Moment of glory remains.

                                         Written by Jamuna Advani on 29th December,2012