MIRAGE CHASING

Meandering in this arid desert

Driven by passion and thirst

Entangled in my own impinging illusions

One mirage chasing another!

Oh! Crazy mind!

Whither will I find water?

STRANDED BY THE DUNES

The hot summer heat is thickening my blood  

My face is parched and sweat is beaded on my brow

My legs are shaky and my heart is pounding

Dunes of sand rise above me as formidable mountains

The flying dust blinding my eyes, now settles down within my soul

As the eternal fatigue over powers me and thirst the killer stabs me

No water, no shade, no scope for salvation

Will the hope rain of come too Late?

Or, will it only wash away my dried up bones! 

LONESOME TREE

A lonesome tree, by  the desert plain

Left to the winds; in the wait for the rain

In dried up sorrow, and leafy tears

For better fortunes; hopes and fears

Violent gales, in a stormy weather

Hateful heat; at the verge to whither

Yet rooted to ground reality ; you silently hold on !

Nourished by life’s essence, that you have found

In Compassionate water; deep to the rocky ground!

With flexible shoots that, bend and heed

Perennial springs that, lovingly feed

And mighty roots gripping the grounded truth

No one can shake you !

Neither storms nor floods can change your course

No droughts can dry you up with remorse

Oh lonesome tree by the desert plain!

  

How mighty is your resilience!