A falling feather

In the burning sky, fearing
No rain or warmth. She flows
As the wind blows around her.
Within her she flies, higher
To meet the sky, but
The wind she needs, some air
To breathe and some gravity,
Sometimes to bring her down;
When there is no cool breeze
That washes out what she knows.

She falls down softly
Without knowing why or when.
Touching the ground mildly
Not bothering anyone around
Or anything. She just wants
To fly when she can.

And before she started to think
She had reached greater heights,
Before the first wind blew her face
She had felt the sunrise.
And now she lies under a folded book.
She knows not if she was caught for good.
But she wants to fly still if the
Book opens and the wind blows.

But if to lie still is her destiny,
She does that without regret.
And never she dies trying to find anything.
But, today opening the bind
She flies to fall down to the ground.
The wind is not that soft and
The rain is much harder, but she
Knows its just a passing monsoon.
Another day will come when the sun would
Dry her silky hair and provide warmth
For her tender body. So, she
Waits for a new day or a
New moon. When there will be clearer
Skies and she could again take off,
She knows that day will come soon.

--Mohan

Day under the new moon

The new day begins
With a walk under the new moon.
No light burning in this
Hot liquid noon.

Only the rustling wind,
Hissing in your ears,
As of dusk she remembers,
As to the new day she surrenders.

The silver lining is
Lit up by stars this evening,
The new moon is only the beginning,
The new path lies under the sun,
There are many,
Which one will you take, honey?

--Mohan

Everyone as a whole

That touch, that smell
Of sweet fragrant grass.
The aroma wafting through
My nostrils, never it will pass.

Just sitting on the ground
I am sure, I can enjoy my lifetime.
And somedays I wish, everyday
This would become my pastime.

The sun, the air and everything
Else surrounding me and my friends,
Could all melt away, but still be
Until we enjoy it and till all ends.

Its not just me who is
Asking for a better tomorrow,
Where peace can reign the lives of
The tortured, obliterating their sorrow.

I just hope we will all meet each other
Someday, to celebrate the love
In our heart and the peace in our souls.
I don't know who all that will be?
But, I hope it will be everyone as a whole.

-Mohan

New dawn

Looks like a new dawn
Is beginning today,
The silver lining are
Touching each other
In unison, dancing to
The tune of the nightingale.

Far-off sirens of cement
Factories, disturb the dead,
Out of their slumber.

Exhausted with pain,
The morose morning,
Brings new delight to
The sailors face.

The break in the clouds,
Brings a wind that howls.
And the morning sun, slides
Away, with a snide look
On his face, cheating the
Earth of light.
He disappears, leaving
The world in darkness.
The dusk falls quicker than
Anticipated, as the new dawn
Ends with a new song
From the owls prey.

Casting a shadow of light
Darkness falls heavier tonight
And forgetting the fearful rain.
Sounding a heavenly noise
To no avail. You sing, "Decorate
This new day with less pain".

--Mohan

On a rainy summer night

The corroding heat was burning
The heart to give more warmth.
But, the wind never blew to
Ignite the few fenders into fire.

The eyes could never see in the glare,
They could only stoop and stare,
But, all they could see were miraged
Oasis, in a developed desert, decorated
Not with trees but, with cement jeweleries.

The bricks only built a fireplace
On the planet, not a safe haven from
The heat, as planned. It seemed better to
Sleep under a maple tree or eat a
Tasty mango than drink evergreen tea.

Water was found somewhere beyond the sea,
But, could not drown the thirst as
It was inhabited by disease. Not by
Chance could anyone greet another.
Some were tired and some were weary
Of what others might carry.

The skies broke up, the clouds patched up
And the rain came pouring in. Into the sea,
Into the only place to be found with
Locks and keys, bolted shut by unseen
Thunderstorms and lightnings and breeze.

The summer was drenched, the winds
Were cleansed and the only window left
closed was opened narrowly. The mirages
Were washed away, the oasis flowed a river.
And the jeweled ornaments lost their
Luster. And the sun calmed down to
Let more people live.

--Mohan

Lifelets

Obscured horizons, fading lightnings,

Neighbouring mountains, asphalt streets.

Still winds unknowingly flowing.

Chilled water bubbling for breath.

Hot summer, rainy nights.

Lonely rooms, mirrored skies.

Bright stars, cloudless mornings.

Moonlit skies before sunrise.

Cool sea breeze or salt sea water.

Hot tropics or the cold water falls.

Mist covered mountains or the burning desert.

Desolate caves or the sunday fair.

Clear blue skies, hanging cotton clouds.

Flowing cool winds, mist covered mountains.

Evergreen trees, chirruping birds,

Sunset to bed. Morning sunshine.

Smoke from a far off forest fire,

A flying jet is a meteorite.

A falling star is a flying comet.

An eagle is a glowing chariot.

And a white screen is unprismed light.

A black window is the passed away sunlight.

A street light is a glowing firefly.

A firefly is a burning seaweed.

The wind is gaseous water.

The water is matured wine.

Man is a accidental miracle,

And god is just a spectacle.

--Mohan

Like shifting sand dunes

I love to look at the sky,
And see the flow mirrored in my eye.
Every ray of light filtering through,
Endless thoughts, like clouds hanging
Around the mist that the winds blew,
They circle around, ever lasting.

Like on a summer's rainy day,
The clouds they tried to find a way.
To bring their joyous notes of rhyme,
The water dancing to the rain, in tune
Trying to put every step in time,
Before their actions become immune.

And before long the heat vacates,
Giving the illusion, the sun dissipates.
And I bring the clouds back together,
To shun the light that the day threw
But so wrong I was, and I did not bother
To know; Without the sun, no plant ever grew.

The clouds dissolved on their own,
To give new light, to shine on the unknown.
And ever so happy the world looked,
As two nightingales in unison sang.
To their voice, I listened hooked.
Till from afar I heard a bowstring twang.

And dead lay the two nightingales,
In the dark, their faces didn't look pale.
Died my heart, with their poignant tune
And before I could take the next gasp,
Our life's like a shifting sand dune.
I wondered, this truth will I ever grasp?

--Mohan

Breaking the bounds of ecstasy

Every breath,
Every sound,
Everything that resonates
My senses and brings them loud.

Every rustle
Every breeze,
Every feel that elates me
To the boundless reality.

Every thing that makes me real,
Every thing that makes me feel.
Every wonder that makes me kneel,
To its unreal countenance in ethereal.

Too joyful to counter sorrow,
Too light to feel the weight,
Too straight to bend in doubt,
In a hurry to stop and wait!

What feeling of energy,
Flowing in my lethargy.
Bring me a glass of water,
If its death that's around,
Who cares, I will die with laughter.

--Mohan

My girl, time!

Many different paths, cut
Through by this endless river.
She flows calmly like a
Leisurely serpent regretting her fears.

She touches the cold shining
Edges of pride and honour.
She brings peace to the
Planets revolving set to
Revolt with disorder.

How, I would love to walk with her
To my wit's end.
My hassled brain seems too slow
To comprehend, how easy it would be
If to her I surrender.

Take me to you,
For you live within yourself,
And if I am with you I would
Truly be a part of me.
Take me to you, I'll ask you,
I will not beg, for nothing
I've to hide from you.
No pity you have to show me.
Take me to you, and my wish
Will be done.

--Mohan

Remembered

The words are forged in grains of sand,
And are erased by that next rolling wave.
Forgotten past, of unsung tyrrants,
And heroes who, with glory, sleep in grave.

And maestros of music, masters of words
Rhythmed the words to suit the sun,
They sung of those gods who sleep beneath
Where, no one can find them, but none.

And all those martyrs, madmen and sailors
Who travelled and trudged, to find a port.
Where they felt they could rest unhindered
Forever they thought they would find god's fort.

Of all those men and women and children
Who left no mark, but a footprint unseen.
They are remembered here, in this song,
I promise I'll go wherever they had been.

--Mohan

It will all end

Have you ever wondered,
At the blue ocean sky?
Stretching far, never ending,
Circling back to where you stand,
And as you stand there,
Suffocating on its breath.
You will know, that
It will all end.

When the waves cease
To lap the damp ocean floor.
And the mirrored music of
The sun brings you home.
When every breath you take
Is made inside a granite floor,
One thought crosses your mind and
You will know, it will all end.

--Mohan

Cold summer shine

And the cold summer shine,

Brings the monument of time.
And I see your funny face,
Reliving the moments.

With the boy from somewhere else,
Have a cup of tea with the elves,
Take me home in this fancy night,
Where the sun turned off the light.

The windows are growling in the dark,
No one to care, no crook on the doors,
The breeze is taking leave, out of sight,
Bring me some of the heaven's might.

No pleasure in your sorrow, I can see.
Turn off your mindless misery.
Take me to the unknown destiny,
Where we can fight over eternity.

Just laughing, in this cold summer shine,
Listening to voices in fat disguise,
Run to the hills so far away,
Become a part of this burning day.

--Mohan