Nature Poetry.....Rains and Riches

Rains and Riches

You sure have missed something
if
you wait for the rain to stop...
and
you just want to see the rainbow

You sure have missed the romance
of
the falling rain !

This fantasy
and
the fable
that there is a pot of gold
at
the end of the rainbow....

if it excites you ...
then you sure have
missed something !

In it truest sense
rainbow should appear
before
the rain...
then
at its end
there would be:
not only a pot of gold
but
a shower of rubies
and
gems
and diamonds !

there are no better riches
than
singing the song
of rain !!!

Nature Poetry......Garden Games

GARDEN GAMES



This time I saw a bougainvillea bush
Swaying and swinging in the breeze
I saw more than the twigs and thorn
Pink-red flowers and dancing leaves

What I saw in the garden when
This time a bougainvillea swung and swayed
A fancy duel was being enacted
A naughty little game, being played !

Wind armed with invisible tricks
And an all-pervading open-armed embrace
Pinned down the healthy bush
Which, not worried, went down with grace

And mighty wind, greatly pleased with this
Released its hold of the armless hug
The bush, equal to the challenge, bowed
Back as if with a gentle shrug

And then to tease the erstwhile conqueror
Leaves of the bush made a flirting dance
Then wind came back with a stronger force
Now it seemed, the bush didn’t stand a chance

This alternating win and loss
This leafy flirt and faceless toss
Went on for an hour and quarter
And unknowingly made me smarter

This time someone made me see
A rare , new kind of beauty !!

NATURE POETRY....PAINTING OF AN AUGUST SKY

The sky was clear, pale blue, after some showers,
A stray white cloud floated in a corner, a rainbow appeared
And I decided to paint( this glorious sight) !

While I was getting started with my brushes and paint,
The sky , suddenly changed !

The entire blue canvas was now covered with yellow-white clouds,

thickly coated with paint, it seemed.

I had painted these clouds for only a few moments when

these clouds again changed into a thin layer of grey-brown paint !

I mixed fresh colours and was thinning the paint when
Someone quickly put orange yellow streaks on to the now almost invisible clouds !

I took a short breather, thought I will paint the trees first
And let the sky dry out it’s paint !

But while I was mixing green and dark green,
The sky turned red and the trees too, had been repainted !

For hour and a half, I made gallant efforts to paint the open sky
But an invisible painter was painting and repainting…
Putting fresh colour and new strokes…..

…And all I had in the end were
some yellow,
some brown, some red-green
and some wet blue patches
on my painting sheet !

NATURE POETRY....LEAVES

"LEAVES"


Leaves every time leave an indelible impression
On my mind


My heart goes out to these heart shaped leaves

And I often yearn to touch the green stars in the near sky…


Some leaves are like dangling rubies…
…While others are like some artist’s careless brush strokes….

All leaves possess the recipe of making sunlight more beautiful

…and all leaves know the precise angle at which
they should dance… to filter the ethereal gold…

And when the leaves dry up….they come down…
In a rhythmic fall…and then…
...they spread a carpet of yellow…and amber…and brown….and red….

And if you walk on this carpet of magic…

Your heart shall simply fly !!!

Leaves every time leave an indelible impression on my mind !