Green Pond

Rain subsided

Life is getting dry again

The days of sunshine leads me

To the nights of melancholic dreams

No more chilly winds and

Dripping droplets from nascent leaves

This wetland is getting barren again

A small patch is all that left

Devoid of human encroachment

Though surrounded by buildings 

A shall rain pond

Its surface looks as if painted green

With its layer of glowing algae

Resembling a thin grassland

Starting from the sloppy valley

Created by the heap of workshop waste

Ends at the basements of walls around

Three tree pits stands dwarf

Growing afresh with new leaves

They were razed down some months ago

There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers

Flying around

But there might be some fishes in the pond

Beneath its green belly

It never ceases to fascinate me

As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch

Aftermath every monsoon

Each time it takes different shapes

It will dry up again soon

It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon

It’s a haven for mosquitoes now

Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon

As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes

Sweethearts who love my blood

I will keep this unusual green pond

In my monsoon memories

This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.

Butterflies garden

I started walking in the morning

To see the fog and breathe the fresh air

I climbed a lonesome hill hugged by clouds

I wanted to join them at the top

I saw many happy faces trekking down

Laughing and smiling as if life is full of joy

I wondered why I could not walk like them!

Without worries about an uncertain future

Without the thoughts about a painful past

Without the fear of
the tasks, I’ve to complete

Along the road, I saw a diversion

I stood for a while

I looked at the summit

Where my favorite clouds are waiting for me

With my seat on that sculptured rock unoccupied

I am eager to reach the summit

Before someone else, occupy my kingdom

But I was tempted by the scenery

Of an unknown, haunting path

Fully covered by overgrown grasses

But I saw the intention mark of tyres

Suggesting that someone recently traveled

Through that path

The trees had a weary look with no leaves

I saw the golden leaves scattered all around

I wondered, why I didn’t notice this path before?

I’ve climbed this hill so many times

I decided to see what’s there inside that beautiful wood

Though, I feared the presence of snakes and other reptiles

I walked through the path by following the tyre marks

As I kept moving, the sun started shining more

I saw some warehouses

But there was no one around

I was eager to go farther to see what is there

I saw the blue sky through a vast opening

As the trees ceased to exist

I saw a beautiful valley and a lake

The valley looked splendid with the array of roses

A vast area divided into sectors

Housing red, blue, white, yellow

And countless other types of roses

As I reached amidst the roses

I saw a jeep parked on the lakefront

An old man was sailing slowly in his boat

I think it was the gardener

As I looked around, I was stunned

At first glance, it looked like the rain of golden leaves

As I watched carefully, I realized

It’s a flock of Colourful butterflies, each a masterpiece

Flew down from the hill and took their fiefdoms

Each rose for a butterfly, peacefully closed their wings

Sipped the honey with pleasure

And then flapped their wings and flew up

Moving towards other roses

They resembled the migratory birds that travel in groups

With some butterflies, sticking in smaller groups

And enjoying lighter moments

I looked at the art patterns in their wings

Any painter will be proud of it to paint

These butterflies were enjoying their freedom

Flying with happiness as if nothing else matters

It looked as if a colony of butterflies

And I was like an intruder, but well welcomed

As some butterflies came and sat on me

As more and more of them kept coming

I chose to say goodbye to them and walked back

As I tracked back through that road

I noticed the humps of leaves spread across

The land beneath the trees

Those leaves were bed for thousands of butterflies

They left their bodies behind in this heaven

Their souls are still flying around

Don’t know where they are from

But they came here to their own paradise

A place to celebrate their short life

To enjoy and bid adieu to this world 

This poem is inspired by a video I saw on tv, which showed millions of butterflies traveling to a place together. The pictures are taken by drz and Stergo .

Falling leaves

Green

Green
It’s everywhere to see

In grass

In leaves

In water

In vegetables

Green

It’s the color of nature

It’s the symbol of serenity

It’s the attire of prosperity

It’s holy color for many

It’s there in the flags

Green

It’s the embodiment of purity

A source for clean life

An inspiring color to paint

Those who embrace it

Nature is close to their heart

Green

It covers Hills and valleys

Shades the mountains

And make them romantic

Green

A beauty to enjoy

Through the eyes of morning sun

Joyous spirit to paste on faces

During Holi

Green

Without it, this world will look soulless

This poem is written for  kidoo sister Saumya.She asked me if i can write a poem on green for her.

Marina Beach

Beaches are always so close to my heart

Since i live in a place with lot of beaches

I was excited about seeing a beach

That i saw on TV,ravaged by tsunami

Marina beach,chennai's own beach

Me and my friend hired an auto

As we didn't know the route

On the way,i felt the chennai heat

As if blowers are blowing hot air

from the sides

It turned to be just a short journey

But,we just couldn't prevent ourself

over paying ever greedy service provider

At first i looked forward

I asked myself, where is the sea?

I was surprised to see the long sand beach

so long and wide

I said to myself,oh my god

Its simply the biggest beach i ever visited

We walked towards the sea

It seemed that the distance isn't getting shorter

I thought,the long beach could

easily accommodate handful of football pitches

We saw the vendors on the beach

Serving colorful fish delicacies

and other snacks in various stalls

At a distance we saw the crowd

enjoying the waves in their little groups

Some were riding horses for fun

Some were walking along the beach

Some were sitting and watching the waves

Daring ones swam in those waves

Some who wanted to feel the waves

walked towards the waves

When the waves splashed with force

some were screaming and running backwards

Some fell down,and on lookers laughed

Some groups stood together

As if they wanted to conquer the waves

We went to have our feet wet

But i didnt feel the wave to be the that strong

Like the ones i normally see in my native beach

May be i was expecting alot about the waves

But surely felt the warm afternoon breeze of the sea

Some attention seeking guys

Showed their stunts in waves

To impress the beautiful ladies out there

Some girls were so busy in enticing

the guys who stared at them

We saw so many romantic couples

At one glance,we felt

Most of them were students

Who bunked classes from colleges

To have some romance on the beach

Families enjoyed their time in beach

letting kids to play on the sand

Some built castles and houses

Some were just running around

There were groups of students

In company of their teachers

Seeing the beach as part of tour

In short there were hundreds

who were excited about the waves and beach

I think,its a place that draws diverse hearts

With one passion

We tested out the fruit salad from a stall

Its a respite from the burning heat

Big open area and bright sun above

There are no place to hide

As we sat down , we saw some crabs walking around

Vendors came up with ground nuts and other stuffs

We saw some kids throwing bottles into sea

And then trying to snatch it back from the waves

A group was so immersed in that game

But one kid stood out from all

As he went towards the waves with a plastic board

May be a junk one.

He swam bit through the waves carrying it

Then he laid over the board and he floated

As the waves started coming towards beach

It seemed he was more of like laid surfing

For a kid to do such an act,was amazing

No one else dared to go that far like he did

Surely he got some appreciation from stunned eyes

As we had to return to railway station

We said good bye to the waves

And walked towards the bus stop

On our way we saw some burrows on beach

we went and watched it closely

Stunned by the scene

Yes,there were some tin cans containing water

from the depth of beach

We saw some kids filling thrown away bottles

with the water from those burrows

There were so many such filled bottled

Arranged  beside those burrows

I never saw such burrows in any beach before

Surprisingly,

many vendors stalls nearby had such water bottles,

we were less shocked though

We walked past the body sized posters of filmstars

may be for taking photos for the visitors by standing aside

We walked past the beautiful sculptured park

Saw many people resting there

Though buses came

I don't know why,i insisted on walking

Though we were tired,

May be i thought the distance was less

Or may be i liked the tiled walkway

With sculptured barriers on the side

While we walked ,we kept looking at the beach

Saw many upcoming lawns aside

Sprinkled with water

There were series of parks at some distance

Lost count of colleges and railwaystations

We kept walking in search of a Gandhi statue

Simply the beach was so long

I was envious,cos its so beautiful

May be i was too excited about walking

and watching the beach

But it took a toll on my friend

Who had a long journey undue at night

I wished to see the sun set though

But i had a train to catch

So kept on walking

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