The White Globe

I wonder what it would be like to be a part of a white globe. It would be just plain white and serene as the color itself. No boundaries to divide countries, and may be a lot of snow to add to the “whiteness.” No black lines that divide different places, but only colorful cultures that help us know which one’s India and which one’s China. Without lines it will be tough to demarcate one country from the other. But at least then we’ll know the difference between latitudes and longitudes! That might be how we’ll have to locate where we are on the now green-brown-blue ball that we call the globe. With no borders and territories, it would feel great to be a world citizen. This might be a distant dream for a lot of us dreamers. No harm in dreaming though, as we never know, one fine day the dream might come true. The dream has a globe where people hold no grudges, a world where wholesome happiness is the only emotion that exists. People in the white globe would have unpolluted white minds. There would be no war and no winners, no terror and no terrorists, no fights and no fear, but only peace. I would love to be a part of that white globe.

Confined

I can hear the wind whistling
I can hear the rain's rhyme
I can hear the the birds chirping
I can imagine the trees swaying
In the midst of the mundane
I am confined
Confined in the arms of monotony

I want to feel the whistling wind
I want to feel the rain
I want to see the chirping birds
I want to see the swaying trees
I want no longer to be confined
I want to be free
From the confines of the inevitable
The inevitable monotony

The Monsoon Musical

As raindrops kiss the parched earth
And quench her thirst
We're treated with a pleasant petrichor
While the pretty performers prepare for a show
A show for all us earthlings
Everyone's served, not just the first

Here comes the monsoon musical
With a script like no other
And characters so unique
They bring for us song and dance
A performance that takes us to trance

One by one come the performers
First come the raindrops
That dance carelessly in synchrony
To the symphony of rainfall
A beat here, then one there
And then here and there

Then sneaks in the graceful lighting
For a special appearance
And lights up the show
While thunder the drummer
Drums in the backdrop
Always out of sight
Be it day or night

True to their roles
The performers play selflessly
The previous year and this one
They'll visit next year too

It's their season
When they need no reason
To do what they do
Not a bit of dreary drama
That's for us
The monsoon musical

Destiny's Trail

There's a mighty mountain,
Hidden behind a blanket of mist
Invisible to the eyes of the ignorant
Visible only to the one looking forever

It stands in all its might
Calling out to the lover
Showing the way
To tread the trails of destiny

Shades of The Sky

The sun goes down the horizon
Leaving the sky a crimson red
Soon the dusk takes over
And spreads a shade of gray

The black of the cloudless night
Wraps around its blanket
Dissolving all the colors
Leaving behind a hope
That it'll end with a new day

"Not so soon," says lighting
And lights up the night sky
Streaks of light dance around
Then comes thunder play

These are the shades I see
On a rainy day
Waiting for the shades of tomorrow
The shades of the sky
On yet another new day