The golden nightingale.....

The legend says

There is a nightingale of gold

Soaring high in the sky

Fluttering its wings to great heights

Singing thy mystical sound of a loud whistling crescendo

Oh thy! Its nearest to perfection the one that I would surrender last of all

Oh thy beauty was beyond comparison

Now the legend says and I convey

Thy nightingale was not seen to all

A glimpse marked, dawn of a new hope

Princess Gulzaar had a glimpse of it

Awe Struck by its beauty and charm

Her heart swelled for the golden nightingale

The king at once ordered

To bring the golden nightingale

A handsome reward fit for the king

Who so ever brought the golden nigh tangle

Days churned to months

But none had bought it oh heart!

The princess eyes now swollen and red

Would not eat and drink

As if in the golden nigh tangle

Lies her heart and her sleep

Ah! On what little things happiness depends

All tried to capture the nigh tangle dear

None even near for a glimpse

Then came along the peasant’s son

With the loveliest rose of all

Its fragrance mesmerized one and all

Left all in moonstruck awe.

For the love of the nigh tangle for the rose

Is known well by one and all

The sweet nightingale came at once

Sat on the hands of the farmers son

Mesmerized with its fragrance it could not flutter its wings and soar

The peasants son awaiting for this

Caught thy nigh tangle with both his hands

And after a period of seven months

Did the princess break a smile

A golden cage for the golden nigh tangle

Oh this cruel materialistic world

Blinded by the gold’s glitter to see this earths warmth

All waited for the sun to set

So thy nigh tangle may sing lovely song

Waiting till the break of the dawn

But not a whistle did thy blow

For it had vowed not to sing in this cage of dread

Summer then rains and now winter

Not once did thy blow a whistle

Like charcoals turning white ash

The happy and the pompous kingdom was no longer the same

As if the happiness of the kingdom

Was captured in the golden cage

But nor the wisest sage nor the king himself

Could ever predict the same

Than one day at the crack of the dusk

The nigh tangle blew a soft whistle

But legend holds it could be heard

Through the far far cities of the west

It sang a song so full of pain its eyes brimming with tears

All hearts cracked to hear the plight

To hear the plight of the nigh tangle oh dear!

The nigh tangle cried its sorrow till the crack of the dawn

To understand the pain the nigh tangle had faced

There heads all down with shame

The princess all horrified with this tale

Opened the cage for its dear

The nightingale eye now sparkling

To be in the air of freedom

Fluttering its wings thy flew to the high branches of the gulmohar tree

And sang out its loveliest songs

All was once again merry and happy

In the kingdom of the north

The legend holds the nigh tangle is still by sight

Flies and sings its lovely songs

And when some one has a glimpse

It marks the era of a new dawn.

                                                 ……. Gaurav Gupta 

The last thought..

My life it seems has come to it end
I lay in the bed waiting for my turn
The incessant lights are slowly fading away
The voices are all drowning and faint

I feel lonely  being all alone
But I cannot defy it, for its well known
Alone I have come and alone I must go
But I feel lonely and dreaded
To go on the journey of no return

Success

labouring In the wee hours of the morning
Miles and miles I have to travel before I sleep
Tired and detoriated oh yes I am
But my goals have not yet been accomplished

I will strive to go on and on
Many obstacles are yet to come
But I do not fear them oh my !
Step by store I shall clear the dark past

The morning star is mine and mine alone
The Gods may not favour me
And the planets may not be on my side
But I shall still strive and survive
And make the outshining glory mine

A poem dedicated to my special group of friends..

The journey it seems has come to halt

The roaring winds now calming down

Weighed by the years of joy they shared

Memories is all that stay behind

It was not a common day

Nor the day of the peasants or the sage

For the sun was not in its place

And the moon was all odd as I can say

The six of them met on this funny day

Oh by Jove ! For the laughter and the joy that they shared

The journey for them had only begun

Laid down by the sweetness and bitterness of life

My heart aches when I am reminded of the day

When they shall part for there way

No joy , no beauty nor king sollomns riches

Can fill the sorrow in my heart

If I could then I would and if I could then I would

Freeze the moments so dear to me

And  live my life in the oh dear past.

But no mighty fist or bribery in deed can stop the sand dunes of time

Memories is all I have to remember my beautiful past.

Old and aged by the passing years..

Old and aged by the passing years

With no greed and only a few needs

To manage the rest of there years

With hearts big enough

To love the whole world;

Old and aged by the passing years

They are the guiding lights to children

Whom they so fondly adore

To them children lovingly call, Grand Parents.

Old and aged by the passing years.

They have an expiernce of a hundred years
To differentiate between good and evil

No matter how old, they are always ready

To help the world even by the passing years

Old and aged by the passing years

Oh children dear they call , to tell them a story

Of pigs with wings and prince and kings

and devils with chopped up horns.

To children’s they are there heroes

Oh Grand Pa ,Oh Grand Ma they call to them

Old and aged by the passing years

But one day when the ever smiling face

Sleeps in peace and the light from there hearts slowly fades away

A new star is lit up in the night sky

Its time to bid them goodbye

Old and aged by the passing years.

The Kiss Of a Butterfly…..

The orange rays were entangled with white.

The butterfly wings came fluttering by

A flutter here and a twitter there , but not a  moment of rest you needed thy.

Miles I traveled and many mountains did I climb and not a moment did u leave me behind 

Butterfly Oh butterfly  come here thy

Butterfly Oh butterfly don’t leave me behind

I stand here waiting for you

A Glimpse and a smile is all it takes to touch up the past.

I wait and wait for you

Butterfly oh butterfly perhaps you love the sky.

ME MYSELF BEHIND THE LANE…..

                          

                                                               

Behind the lane, I lay half-dead;

Rolled up in bandage and covered with dust.

For the materialistic world had forsaken me;

Had not it been for the brutal leprosy.

People came and spat by me, kicked me hard;

And, passed away. What was my sin? God knows.

For I had none to care and none to gainsay.

Behind the lane, I lay fallen half dead

The accustomed kind of day had passed

In the twilight I lay weeping the days pain away

I looked up when the twilight being my solitary company

Was blocked by an anonymous stature.

A brutal world thought me as I lay in the grime

Perhaps waiting for the upcoming pain.

Behind the lane I lay fallen half dead.

But the figure came by and sat by me

Come with me oh heavenly saint!

The words were sweet

Sweeter than the scent of the musk deer

Sweeter than the honey of the hydria bees

Sweeter than the love of a mother

For had not it been countless years

For my ears to perceive such words, oh dear!

Who are you oh merciful one?

Out of the blue the clouds grew dark!

As if signifying the fear of twinge in the mans eyes

Oh forgive me heavenly saint for I am the one who

Took advantage of your sorrow!

He took me to his dwelling and showed me

The one to be pitied and loved but alas

It was none but his own dear wife

Oh heavenly saint son of God 

I have realized my mistake

For which my eyes could not perceive

You thou showed  it  to me , dear lord. Oh heavenly father

I do realize my gaffe

Nevertheless, alas its too late too repay