Nightingale

Once a weary soul was aslumber
under a cool shade, his tired body
was soaking the cool of the tree
shade after a tortuous journey.

His slumber was gently disturbed
By sweet chirping of the birds
Which were resting there just like him
Chatting and chattering away from sun.

All of a sudden his reverie was broken
By the melody most divine
A nightingale started its solitary song
As if by magic all else hushed up.

He laid awake with his eyes closed
Listening to that tiny bird
Pouring its heart out selflessly
Soothing every soul with pure love.

Suddenly the strain was shattered
By a raucous caw, the tiny bird
Flew away hurt and scared by a rogue
The man snapped out of his slumber.

Opened his eyes, saw the tyrant and muttered
in a tone half furious and half amused..
Beauty is placed alike everywhere by God
Some adore it, some possess, and some abuse.

spring fairy

Every morning she walks alone.
Her eyes lost in distant hills,
her hands busy gathering
Wild red poppies burning like flame.

She picks up a huge bunch
of flaming red poppies
and golden sunflowers and
stiches them together as garland.

Or she gathers them together
in a bunch, wears them around
her head like a crown and pretends
she is the fairy of spring

Wears those rubies and nugget of gold
On her head full of golden, curly
tumbling locks, cascading all over
her body, her pretty rosy cheek

She stands in the morning
sunshine, glowing like a
Greek goddess, oblivious of
the eyes full of love and smile.

That are cast toward that sight divine
a beautiful spirit, shining in morning sun
Immersed in own beauty and grace
reflecting the early morn spring sunshine.

golden butterfly

I saw her for the first time in the bushes
beyond those high hills, beside the fall
was just sitting there alone in early dawn
the flowers were aplenty, the breeze sweet.

I was watching the sun rays turning the
Water to pink and then red and back to crystal
Little birds singing softly from one tree to another
Flying hither and thither were hundreds of dreams.

Colours splattered on their tiny wings
butterflies were kissing each and every flower
every thing was oh so lovely I was almost drunk
suddenly I felt as if the sun has come down there.

A beautiful golden butterfly was gliding from one
to the other flower with the charming grace
of a beautiful ballerina, lighting up every flower
it touched, as if lending it its golden glow.

It glided from one flower to the other one
like a ray of sun touching and kissing each flower
glowing up each and every flower with its light
it slowly glided away like a beautiful living dream.