Present days
Present days all are spending in the dry hell
Just having big task moving fingers on cell
Watching TV without a break all day
To kill valuable time, it’s the easiest way.
No one has interest to come out amid nature
They don’t have any interest in future
All are feeling good as leading life as calm
No one has interest to taste the love warm
Adults are busy with works and ramifications
Kids are skipping stress with examinations
Rich men tasting full moon’s bright light
But common man leading his life as weight
Everyone should feel happy to get birth
On the green grass and bluish earth
If everyone feels days are moving as drift
God will be ready to bless with a fabulous gift.
Prasad Babu PSV
Petrichor
Heart swirls coiling
redolence up in air
If ambience brings hearty
rain music in a summer
Scorching noon, farmers
Living at distant pastoral
place hope of blooming
and beholding green dreams.
Rain warms them as new
aurora, their supine bodies
under straw-roof, become
captive of a healthy spirit!
Rain drops inaugurate joy
dampening cruel-summer noon.
Petrichor purifies air by its
solace and musty odor!
The countryside grasps
holy scent, freshness marches
around welcoming green
pine forest, from where
the foggy cuckoo flew away
last evening singing
her melody for frog !
Fertile season of farmer
would appear with
petrichor as new aurora!
If frogs croak, exotica of sky
will never fall down!
Dampness in air starts
speaking to peasants’ mind
unlike a feast of a king
before war! Yolo! Time
would come to rejoice
hope of farmer, beauty
in paddy field, real water
in a desert-heart dances
to petrichor swirls up
with a bliss of art!
Clean and funky rain drops
melt vanity of spores.
If geosmin were to be late
to energise mind, summer
would have to wait raining
to bleed terra firma
spraying fragrance as holistic
as smoking myrrh!
Would you were a bright star
could see the village
as they behold. But if you
smell steaming asphalt sure,
you are being in city ride
on boulevard far from
summer joy at the village
you left before!
Pranjit Sarma
Riding the waves
Oh! I’m a surfer
And just a surfer
over the rougher seas
storming, sliding, swaying
without worrying for tomorrow
neither for fabulous future
just riding on my own
and riding as a fierce empress
without my crown
to meet my sea-warrior
left behind, at the shore
and before it’s too
I must ride, and accomplish the violent wave of ride.
It isn’t easy to transform myself
When I am lone rover
Like free rover-rider
Snaking the waves
Marching the currents
And fighting the high tides
With the power
Ruling inside me…
bursting, banging, bashing
For a reason to prove.
I’m a surfer, the surfer
Riding the waves
embracing the grey storm
embarking on deep blue oceans
Trying to explore the things
I wanna change someday.
All I need, my other half surfer
To be with me, on my surfboard
Because I’m dying to dive together
Because I don’t wanna be a lone rider
Because I wanna come home
Because I wanna breathe our summer love
And share my adventurous voyage…
The voyage that reminds us
Like the sea-warrior, together we are soul-survivor
For together, we can win the world
And riding the waves without you…
Is like a furious whirlwind devastating my soul.
Priyanka Raj