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Falling with the Rain
Parag Rastogi
The rain has come today
As if to say good-bye.
Droplets fall thick and fast
The trees themselves bowing low.
And the wind rustles the leaves
And the electricity is gone again,
They come together conspiratorially
To murmur, gossip, plot and chat.
Perhaps the rain too
Started its journey
Some time ago, until, becoming drops
It fell again.
Perhaps we do too
Start our journey in a place
Times ago, until, becoming drops
We fall back and relive.
The drops moistened the ground
Beneath our feet.
When we first came here
These same drops, and…
“The goodly smell of rain
On dry ground.”
Raindrops, teardrops, come and go
The cheeks dry again
And then perhaps,
We realise.
That it was all
So beautiful because
One day it would
All end.
I think one of the eucalyptus trees
Just dropped a leaf.
One among the many thousand
Our feet crushed every day.
In this burgeoning spring,
Farewells brush us,
Passing, fleeting,
Todays that hold no hint
Of tomorrow’s clouds.
Like those raindrops
That drenched us now and then
And the blades of grass,
That bore us, and will bear
More raindrops,
Silent witnesses to the years. |
Dark Evolution
Ayushman Jamwal
The cool sunshine caresses
our feeble palms,
In the light of day, ahead we see a road,
Paved by the stones of unknown lands,
A meandering serpent, sipping the morning dew,
Disappearing into the void of the sky,
The tired winds speak,
‘Tis curiosity that pushes our minds,
It’s destiny that plants our steps.
We laughed, we cried,
We sweated, we bled.
We saw souls resting by the sides,
But the footsteps passing away into the silent deep,
Burned our spirits into seeing what lay beyond.
The tired voices holding a glowing trident,
Wise and weary, enlightening the paths with noble light,
We raised the sceptre in a moment, our eyes shimmering in the mirror of
stars.
With thoughts by which we grew on this life,
Surging energy in these veins,
Keeping order among the new children of this road.
Eyes of glory bright above our heads,
But ‘twas a Griffin’s vision to the stale meat of our clan,
The voices leading us with words,
Sparking the visions of heroes,
Now with blind power blocked the resurrecting light.
But we stand cloaked in darkness,
Pondering over betrayed virtues,
Thundering in disbelief.
A drug of fickle fate,
Unable to intoxicate a mind of ages.
Quiet embers shall begin to light,
Polishing our weapons forged by them,
Who walk unfazed in their wisdom,
Defending the lost faith.
Not with fury, with reason we shall endure,
Perish even, but the air shall carry the silent fires.
The impulse of these hearts,
Shall resound till quenched with principles,
For we are the pillars on which they stand proud,
And the cracks within ourselves,
Shall crumble them to weakness! |
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