Life, Musings, Misadventures, Epiphanies by Arun Raj

I spread my hands and feel the breeze. To fly, I wish to every GOD I know; ‘With this passing gale take me along, and tease Me with streams of air as chilled as snow. Where humming birds and hunting hawks Stray ever so free into the limitless enclose. The sky I wish to talk to it so, closely and near That, a fall to the floor becomes an insignified fear.’ I spread my hands and feel the breeze. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. Beautiful and starkly angelic at first sight Could look at me and shine a gaily Smile; that would flight me off to the pearly gates. Where blessed souls and winged spirits Flow with graceful movements - an elegant sight. With her to sail on the sparkly waters of virgin seas Devoid of destinations and directing pleas. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. I hold my lover’s hands – in rousing bliss. First drops of rain on her blushing cheek Roll with a flaunted cheer in its splashing and drips Off her chin into my palm. As if a thousand kisses Bequeath on ...

The Story: Far far away, in a forest land, where flowers, trees and animals inhabited in a related together in love and care – Blooming Dale. For each other, they cared and spread both hands. Two lovers – Miraya of the tulips clan and Mannath of the tall oaks stable, of this virtuous city had to bid adieu for seven days. Their love was spoken of for its different shades of kindness and boldness. Today the call of duty, took Mannath away for guarding the walls of the forest. Day 1: As the grand army of blooming dale, strode along to protect all its roots, Mannath looks at the distant shine of the city lights and writes his journal for the day. Although in your absence, I still felt an air of your care, In my proxim air. Awing my thoughts of you, So fresh, as the freshest flowers, And the most memorable day dreams. Day 2: They splashed through the valleys and rivers en route. Mannath could only reminisce of how the morning dew shined on Miraya’s petals. I know that you are now Miles away...

Tell life to take second rung, As unto you lies a world unsung. Take sips of the lazy, swift flow breeze, Strumming leaves on branches to discrete notes. Gleaming droplets of early fog at sunshine break, From a windowsill; for you always in drape. The lazy drop that splits a thousand pieces on fall, Puts space and time in a suspended stall. Long tread have many in search of peace, The Kings, the Peasants and Princes of Greece. Some though not, but others did find, Pleasures in songs or spiritual bliss. Few here absorb right my subject – so beautiful, Understated, unsung she cares for a us – a ton. In Morning dew, chirping birds, the wildest lions, Tall tree oaks and oceans wides, she lives – Mother Nature. GO GREEN, FOR US & OUR FUTURE GENERATIONS :D