DISCOVERY

DISCOVERY

Not far ago not far away,

There was a girl, little and gay,

She had a dream and ideas so rare,

Her folks were there, smiles and care.

And she was growing secure n sound,

In a place which was cozy n brown,

Her world was so full of her,

And a tinge of innocence in her eyes.

Those eyes which grandma loved,

And the sparkle that for ever glow,

But time is so beautiful and never still,

She had to move as its time to be in real.

And she tried places where she wanted to be,

Where her dreams can see a light n the day,

But her theories were unheard by people there,

And she was left lonely and scared.

She went to a place she never imagined,

She met people she could never think of,

No fauna and flora she ever dreamt of,

But still those eyes held that glory.

She reincarnated her fragile thoughts,

To make them suit to what people care,

She did things which were applauded,

She was not at all herself then.

And she was not scared anymore,

But solitude was her mentor now,

She feared betraying her true dreams,

For the sake of smiles so fake.

And yet, she allowed the wind to blow her,

And allowed those flowers she loved to fall,

She saw the change which she accepted,

Saw them with her eyes not so bright.

She turned to her mentor more often now,

And that dark silence hugs her in sleep,

And she dreams in black and white,

She thought maybe she is colorblind.

And then one fine sunny day,

She witnessed a butterfly from a cocoon,

And she was aghast as she realized,

How a struggle bears great colours.

And she knew then, it is her decided struggle,

And no red blue and green will be there, until,

She nutures what she sees, and bare what pains,

To get the light she once brimmed with,

And hold on and yet move with time,

To the destiny she always planned,

People had to be convinced,

Its time for them to change, not her,

And one day when she will reach her place,

A poetry will be there to let the people know.

Keshie singh

(22-12-2007)

TO MY NATION

Blessings to my nation,
Compared to my soul within,
As majestic as a tigress,
And as huge as her daunting self.

The fined look and set eyes,
Are showers and cascades of wealth,
As shiny as white gold and,
As warm as the soft winter sun.

The warmth, which never hurts,
But instill in you love and fear,
Love, which it showers on you?
And fear of doing nothing wrong.

The roaring as powerful as a tempest,
Sounds like the voice of unity,
Threatening, yes it is, for intruders,
But song, a message for cub’s safety.

The teeth as sharp as sword,
Is as sharp as the words,
Which are true, the words,
As sublime as dew rising above turquoise hue.

Truth of words and deeds,
Are pierced into the flesh of sinners,
The blood tasted are devoured,
Proclaims the power of the tigress.

The fur, which provides warmth,
Is the warmth of coal in a hut,
No riches than escapes us,
And no pearl slips through our hands.

The pearls of toil adorns our forehead,
And we grow treasure on its fields,
The shine of golden colored fur,
Is the shine of golden dusk.

The powerful limbs is like,
The power of mind,
The power through which are nation shines,
Like star shines on the sea.

The sea of music and melody,
Is intoxicating smell of florets,
The dulcets we sing are notes of power,
The power our nation possesses.

:-keshie

TIME

As I leave my delible Impressions,
On indelible time,
I realize the glory of those great times,
Every action of mine is no instinct,
Every word spoken is no oracle’s dream,
The moment when one great mind thought,
Thought of abstract ideas like great wall,
Or the strength of a soldier,
In a battlefield,
Or the courage of a common,
To speak uncommon verses,
Are flags of unspoken instinct?
The nerves that weigh us low,
Elevated them to golden moments,
Secured and printed in sand of time,
On a desert where I have lost myself,
Lost to find these golden mirages,
The light of which will show me, my path,
The path I will travel to leave some marks,
For others to follow.

-keshie

THE HORSE STORY

The green fields and the blue sky,
Smell of hay and gallops and runs,
The sweet air I breathe,
And stories my mother told,
About masters she met,
And friends she made and love,
Were the young days I spent,
To make me strong and bold.

Awaiting the arrival of the day,
When I will be taught to carry,
My masters and their mistress,
Taught me the patience I need,
And one day the ironsmith came,
And those shoes of iron,
Black tough and gray,
Was nailed into my soft flesh,
I limped then ran and galloped,
Higher and higher in air.

The stable was the place I spent my days,
But one day I was taken to an open field,
Saddled I was with a hard seat,
And a leather rope cutting my lips,
And a leather on one side of my both eyes,
And my master with light strokes,
Lighting and guiding my path.
I was taught to control the joy,
And mask the murk of sadness,
And taught to behave like a man,
Strong bold and gentle.

And smoothly but steadily,
I carried the madames on my back,
How gentle was their hold,
And how light, like feather were they.
But for harder days my creation was,
And soon I was bought or sold,
The pain of the heavy carriage I drag,
Doubled the pain of my mother’s separation,
And I kicked and ran in wilderness,
And ran my way through races I won.

Men spent their money and gained,
And women loved my gait,
The master I was serving then,
Loved and gambled me in every race.
And “goldfinder” was the name I had,
And how I sailed against the time,
People believed that I would never get old.
But age have their ways, they always had.
And farming was I have to do, all day long.
Sweat and labour then made me tired,
And I was left in forest to fend and search,
Search for unanswered curiosity,
Was I born to be a man, or a horse?



11 jan 2005
keshie

TEACHERS

YOUR GUIDANCE VALUABLE AND PRECIOUS,
UNDER WHICH OUR MIND GROWS.
YOUR VALUES AND TALKS PROMPTS,
TO SURPASS ALL DOUBTS,OF ALL SORTS.

WE ARE THE BREAKERS,AND WAVE PLUGGERS,
BUT YOU ARE THE OCEAN,AND OUR DREAMERS,
WHEN WE WORK YOUR DREAM COMES TRUE,
WHEN YOU WORK THE GOALS ARE SURE,TO ACHIEVE

DAYS DIM AND NIGHT ENGULFS,
BUT WHEN WE FOLLOW YOU,
DAYS BRIGHT AND NIGHT FASCINATES,
AND NO CRIPLE IN OUR PATH,IRRITATES.

HISTORY,GEOGRAPHY,SCIENCE AND MATHS,
MUST HAVE TAKEN OUR BETTER PARTS,
WITHOUT YOUR LECTURES AND NOTES,
WE WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN A CHILD TO BOAST FOR.

EMOTIONS AND OUTLOOK ,
NEVER SO WIDE’
WITHOUT YOUR STEPS,
THE WORLD WOULD HAVE’
NEVER SO BRIGHT,
AT LAST I CONCLUDE,
YOUR ASSIGNMENTS THOUGH ELUDE,
BUT WITHOUT THEM ,
WE WOULD HAVE BEEN TODDLERS,
WITH NO LANGUAGE TO EXPPESS’
BUT TO REGRET……

SWAN SONG

It is true that I am feeling bad,
But the heart breaking experience which I had,
Forces me to go away and never return,
For fire in place of love had my soul burnt,
And as I decides to uproot the envy,
The thorns once close to me pierce my ivy,
And roses melt into my own blood,
And my heart drowns in my tears those floods,
Last days of my pain is a boon or a bane,
But I am going away and that is for sure,
And I will not come back with a soul, which is pure,
So wish me for the guilt and regret I suffer not,
Or else I came on a cradle and will departure-,
On the death ‘s cot!

Keshie(29th oct. 2004)

NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS 2002!

Sumptuous flowers and leafy garlands,
Last year my life was all about,
But , this year again there’s new resolutions,
To which I am sworn and bound.

New friends and promises to keep,
With hand stretched, but never in need.
Aroma of love and endless care,
In soul and mind and everywhere

To bring warmth to caressed heart,
And tender touch to flinted soul,
Not to be a saint or stoic or sage,
But ,a human being of course.

This year I hope to keep,
Oaths and promises undone,
With clear mind and saturated soul,
I am keen to walk once again
Road of casualty with life”’s sense !