Under The Starry Sky

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the passing hazy days,

   Thoughts juggling scads of unfamiliar ways,

   The fire in my heart, ablaze.

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the babe’s cry,

   Mother trying to soothe his distressing high,

   Father trying to bag the night’s supply.

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the Red Cap’s march,

   The rise of liberty, the fall of monarch,

   What was the belief that resulted in this morn’s anarch?

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering the gloom my heart feels,

   Blurred echoes of conflicts, that my mind conceals,

   Yet there is a glimmer of promise to ease my grieve.

 

Myriads of lies, oceans of words,

   Silent prayers, clamorous rows,

   Legions of mortals, eternal cosmos,

   I wonder if the starry sky has some room for another secret to hold.

The Wild Cat Woes

The first ray of light hits the bars;
   His thoughts erupt out, but are crestfallen and dark.
The uproarious, stone-blind nighttime finally desists in a gleam;
   Conscious that there's a flimsy day ahead full of crashed dreams.
In his heart prevails a sky full of stars;
   The awakening, illumination of hope when he used to walk on his path.
The cherished, enchanting echoes of the forest spellbind him;
   Each enclosed, innocent, desperate face, of his lovely life, remind him.
He is enigmatic about why food is not satisfactory and water not sweet;
   Why, these new beings, seem so heartless and days full of grieves.
Are the pro-fusing, thriving fields sickened of him?
   Or is it a joke that will end in bliss?
He drowns into a pool of memories of his good old days;
   When joy seemed real and enthusiasm was in vibrant ablaze.
Yes, he was optimistic that his cheerful heydays would again, his life, en-light;
   But now this wild cat had another uproarious, stone-blind night.

A Journey To Remember

Disheartened and dis-consolation feelings had taken over my physique;

   Pessimism was slowly and stealthily ceasing over me.

At the end of the tunnel, I could see a bright beam of light;

   Maybe it delineated that there is happiness after the sorrowful times.

When the tunnel ended, a beautiful view of the city came before us;

   Tall and short buildings, all built on Mother Earth's crust.

I think it was trying to portray that there are many hurdles in our life;

   We should assimilate to take them in our stride as they might help us at the next arise.

After a few moments, we saw a lovely wonder of nature;

   Dunderberg Mountains along with which flowed, the Hudson River.

I watched this serene scene which gave me a lot of peace;

   Did it whisper that being calm and pure is the only way to the highest peak?

As we went on, along came the mighty and grassy woods;

   Some were still a sapling, while some a century old by their looks.

I heard them talk about the hearts of the human crowd;

   Strong and bent oaks survived, while the frail coniferous were blemished by the wood-cutters moving about. 

We got nearer to our point of disembarkation with every second that we moved;

   I was thinking deep, sinking into a pensive mood.

My spirits rose and told me that nature has all the answers that we'll ever require on our life's path;

   The strength and relish that it bestows on us, will also long last.

As we alighted, tears of content rolled down my cheeks;

   My heart was euphoric and will never forget these marvels of nature which it had seen.