THE LADY

She walks alone, in the paths unknown,

Her eyes shone like the sun,

Heavenly curves just to stun,

Her every step is giving life to stone.

Her redolence is inimitable,

Very breath is breeze,

Asking for time to freeze,

The trance makes me babble.

Her beauty is beyond expression,

It’s turning me blind,

Playing with my mind,

Makes me mad in incantation.

For those who have not seen her,

You have not seen beauty,

She is beauties deity,

Seeing her what is beauty you’ll infer.

Dressed in green like the plains,

Dark hair like the night sky,

Tanned skin like the dried clay,

Her smile pure like the purest rains.

Man who with his machination,

Looted her plundered,

Exploited her abused,

now she stands beyond recognition.

Her majestic clothes all tattered,

Fragrance forsaken for foul fumes,

Texture has become pale as dunes,

Her purest form all maligned.

Oh the once eternal Mother Nature

How did u lose your stature?

THE WHEEL OF TIME

Let the motion of time shape your life.
Like motion of potter’s wheel shapes a pot,
Making new strokes with every rotation,
Learn the ways of life with time’s motion.

Sometime time makes a beautiful curve,
Sometime time leaves you with a burning scar,
These strokes rest in his holy hands trust them,
Let them shape in his hands be like potter’s clay.

If like metal which can not be shaped,
You will remain unshaped by time,
Many people like Hitler were like metal,
Like a metal struck in a wheel can destroy it,
They rust away in time leaving time scared.

Neither be too flexible like water,
Water which will not retain its shape,
People like water just scatter away,
They forget what time thought them,
So does the time also forgets them,

Like clay endure the scars & enjoy the curves,
Help others do the same
Then you will make mark in time
Never expect anything from life
The potter (god) likes giving surprises

This a piece of my creativity which i like to share.In here it discuses the mans nature which is paradox of both rigidity & flexibility.A person must walk a tight rope between these 2 poles to enjoy the life.This is the poem where I felt the 4 years in time shaping me to a good human being.The four years in my college, which I will cherish & nourish for rest of my life.

   by

Mr.Q?