A cute noonday

A cute thought begets many little worlds of wonder,
there on the steeped day rests the thoughts of light,
Tesla says the electricity is profound thought about thunder,
of mighty achievement of man in universe's likeness,
I kept quite when they shook the heads in betide loneliness,
creeping on the shoulders of giant as this was the first day,
in the vicinity of a quick quirkiness in the midst of the gay,
and there in the library I feel the music in purple sound,
as the thousands of sheep grazing in the fields with grayness abound,
It rained at the noon while in the mind the sun shone,
like a thread in the hair of the woman lone.

When I am gone

The earthen body shall mingle with air or the earth,
what will remain behind is a history of the spirit,
when shall the one I love pick flowers from my hearth,
and there shall rise the angelic being in merit and mirth.

Nonetheless the cryptic order of the cataclysimic end,
would open to the door of yonder's mimicing  a chapter in verse,
who shall read it but the one who picks the flowers and tend,
the memories of bygone days while let them linger in terse.

I who having been gone form the face of the human race,
would mingle in the dust of the  cosmos through the air,
hasten to uphold the face who will bring the homage and chase,
what once I was in being to her on the planet's cuspy lair.


A saintly love-joy

What is the source of happiness?
The laughter split into shards of joy,
While you smile reddened by umpteen times
of love's remembrance,
the wealth or health are merely a toy,
to make-believe the spirit of God above,
Still I share with you the treasure trove,
of saints long lived and passed now,
that their meandering about the earth,
are above the plenitude of many a row,
While we burn with joy the common hearth,
This is the source of happiness-
the silent halo of betokened love above the clouds,
The abode of nothing but pure nature's shrouds.

We the lovable On the Earth Day

Drowning in the sadness of the hour,
I pass the minutes nibbling at silence,
neither farmers nor the householders have assuaged,
the fears of a pandemonium we face,
the earth turning on its feet to go astray,
if we don't save the skies pining on oxygen,
all the hopes will fall by the way of depleting nitrogen,
we must act in haste to walk the tightrope on environment,
we must set the planet in order or with extinction we pay,
whatever comes the government,
and which so ever way we may go,
We the lovable on the earth day must set right the climate change,
or we will be left with nothing to manage