Savage Summer Solace

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking for something bereaved,

Of wilderness and the nature's touch,

And the unnatural serenity of the hunters path.

I roam around these lush lands,

Hoping to fulfill what once was,

Of the dreams of a little boy,

Running through the lands in joyous harmony.

I roam around these lush lands,

Humming to a tune so foriegn,

Of the land before times of sorrow,

And the time of the wild wild nature.

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking to find the lost fauna,

Of animals and plants going extinct,

Kneeling in penance to my future kin.

I roam around these lush lands,

The distant future but a hopeful thought,

Of children playing and discovering something anew,

For we are but mother natures fledglings.

I roam around these lush lands,

Planting seedlings everyday with hope,

Of nature's might to bloom once more,

To see Gaia's true beauty once more.

Transcendent Love

The stars twinkled in her eyes tonight,
As she grasped onto the memories so bright,
Each day looking past herself,
Onto the tiny tot that smiled aloof.

She pushed past her tiredness,
She rushed past her pain,
Each day each night she looked on,
With a face full of bliss at her child.

Her child; her life's love,
Her true love at first sight,
She reared him for 9 months,
Looking past the birth pain.

At last he arrived; her child,
Ah! What a miracle of life,
She looked mesmerized at her son,
Onto her beautiful creation.

She reared him in care,
Taking care of all his needs,
She remained silent in the shadows,
For her sons happiness she prayed.

She stayed with him through and through,
She watched the tiny tot grow and grow,
Her little baby now a man,
Stands before her for her blessings.

She watched him rush past for work,
For he had his own family of four to feed,
She watched him rear his own child,
And saw a reflection of herself in him.

She smiled blissfully,
She smiled contendly,
For she had reared a child,
For she had reared a wonderful human.

A human who knew the truths of life,
Who viewed things with kindness,
One who became a wonderful husband and father,
One who became a wonderful son.

Onto the stars she stared tonight,
Unreeling the scenes of her life,
Blissfully smiling at her past,
Sitting aloof under the stars.

A Tempest Of Sorts

Wind of the solitude,

Streamed for a breeze,

The calm bequeaths me,

As I envision the storm.

There lying before me,

A child yells for his mother,

As people huddle,

For they have lost their sole will.

It has struck fast,

A tempest of sorts,

Taking away our land,

And away our very brethren.

Breeze after breeze,

Hitting harder as time passes on,

Oh! please stop my Lord,

For we cannot move on.

Into the eye of the storm,

I hear wails on and on,

As I see people getting flung around,

Oh my! What is this state we are on?

Oh! Ravicious wind please smooth on,

Please forgive us if we have done wrong,

Leave for the far away,

As it is hard for us to leave all.

Trashing our ancestral land,

We cannot tread on,

Because connected are we with this fine land,

That has given us our own.

As time passed on,

And the dust swept by,

I then saw what was left behind,

Heaps of bodies mistaken as trash,

Thrown askew in despairs form.

Ah! This is not the dream I envision,

For in my sight and my vision,

I see a future of peace,

Not drugged with misery.

But alas! Man doth art know thy mistakes,

The path thy treaded on,

Briddled with mistakes and further storms,

Being unable to conquer all.

Try to unite as one,

Cultivate this harmonious symphony,

Be one with nature's form,

For then you would hear this heart's beat.

For then you would hear the nature's beat,

That has skipped through generations,

To be one with those destined,

With a green thumb and a beauty of a mind,

To be one with those destined,

To save what is left of a crumbling heart.

Aviary: Anguish Of A Withered Soul

I know what a caged bird feels, Alas!
Squatting in its wretched perch,
A being chiseled out of clay,
Longing for the day she can fly to the blue.

Each day the longing envelopes,
As she looks for the very clue,
The clue of her life that's waiting to lurk,
As the predator turns to its toes.

She knows as all caged birds do,
That one day she will flee,
And with that freedom she will glee,
As onwards to the sky she shall glide.

The wind shall hit her,
As she sails through the storms,
The smooth tidings and the heavy rain's,
She shall brave them all.

Longing for that happiness,
Beating her wings determined to be free,
She beats till her blood sheds on the bar,
She beats till it stains with her tears.

She awaits for the very day,
Knowing not whether she would attain,
That one thing she longs for,
Alas! I know what a caged bird feels.

Heartfelt

The shifting gazes,
A mocking look,
Gale of the unknown,
As he traversed the creek.

Footpaths thought long lost,
Into the familiar he traveled,
One foot at a time,
Anticipation as his beat.

A house at a distance blurred,
As his eyes gave out,
Tears roll down his face,
His feet refusing to give.

Hope and confusion in the eyes,
Onwards he looks,
A  mother and child reflected,
Kindled in his soul of truth.

The handle turns,
As the light falls,
A woman is seen,
Sewing sweater in a corner.

'Mother' the man croaks,
His sound lost to the creek,
As if like a gurgling stream,
All that came was a quaking voice.

A head turns abrupt,
Shock reflected in the eyes,
A man at the doorstep,
Blurred due to the incoming light.

She saw a face once thought  lost,
Tears dealing rich,
One step at a time she took,
Hoping the Mirage was real.

She ran towards her son,
Holding her baby in her arms,
Hands running all through,
Looking at her child.

Words were naught as she looked,
Onto the war torned body of her son,
Scars criss crossed his body,
Revealing a tale of valor.

The mother and son stood at the doorway,
As twin stars in the celestial sky,
The morning mist seemed to creep in,
As they looked onwards at each other,

A true smile dawned on their faces,
Smiles reflected through the eyes,
Their life renewed with hope,
As their soul harbored at home.