Friday, May 29, 2009

Next Year When it Floods...

Flood transpire, Every year it does.
And when it happens, it happens very cruelly.
It washes away the drains, houses,
Green Leaves, branches, trees, bamboo seats
Underneath the huge tree.

Since last few days I have been trying to gather
Few straws, leaves, stones and some dreams
This time when it floods
I will take along all these,
And rush towards your village
With my dreams too.

Will try my best to prevent the rushing water
And when I will loose all my dreams against the flood
Then I will lie down myself in front of the water.
My heart, my chest will fight against the cruel torrent.
This time when the floods come towards your village
I will Jump myself to stop every drop of water.

This time before even sadness touches your heart
I will jump myself to stop every breeze of sadness.

BURDEN by Shobha Goswami

One of Shobha Goswami's finest paintings that I am so impressed with that at the first glance I could not resist myself linking it to my blog. She is one of the finest painters in the contemporary times and who is highly inspired by Nature's beauty. To know more about her works please click NISARGA Art Prints

my room

In one of the rooms of mine he studies,in another one he takes his meal, in one of them he sings ,sleeps in the other. He rents all the four rooms of my heart He is none but sorrow. - Nilim Kumar