My Pug Marks

The sun shone bright, And the breeze blew light, Chrysanthemums were in full blossom, And the weather was just awesome. The cows were grazing, Over the grass, moist due to yester’s drizzling, Young kids played, And the cherry plants swayed. A day – so perfect it was, And the kids – so happy they were. Seagulls cried at the nearby shore, But their din was eclipsed, when the skies silently roared, The black eagles flew above, So how could someone sight a dove? The power was unleashed – without any sound, The cows were slain, as if devoured by a hound, It was just a tiny atom, Cinders were all that were left of a beautiful chrysanthemum. There was nothing left after the quiet storm, Nippon was burning in a big cauldron, Their skins peeled and throats dried, And it was the last time, the dying seagull cried, It was a fine day, and people were merry, So what was the cause of all their woes and worry? An atom, a tiny-miny atom. The laughter that was, and is never to be again, A couple of bom...

Thousands were involved, millions were to view, The world had come to a standstill, A giant monster stood there – waiting to be launched. And it roared upwards, Releasing gallons of gases – defying gravity, Everyone was dazed and extremely happy, Another ship went there – to fill the vacuum, Millions cheered, thousands hugged, After all, it was an achievement… Deep inside the earth, Clasped in darkness, Burdened by the soil, It lay there, ready to burst, With an unfathomable force, It rose and rose…for days… Till it conquered and surfaced on the earth, A seedling had won the battle against all odds… No one even clapped, no one even bothered, In spite of the achievement…

The bon fire was lit, in a chilly night, The month of cold was at its greatest height, But the wood burnt, and burnt, To provide the campers much needed warmth, The golden flames were a solace to the eyes, The flames were huge as they danced, From the nearby tree, a squirrel glanced. Soon the party was over, And thick sand was dumped, But red, still the embers burnt, All was still, in the dark of night, And from somewhere, somehow, A wind blew, a wind of memories from the past, And the golden flame revived…

The refreshing breeze flows alight, When the skies cry with all their might, It’s raining hard, real hard, A truly amazing sight… As the first drops fall on mud, They vanish without a trace, Gulped down by parched earth, Vanquishing its eternal thirst. Big drops of water fall on street, Creating myriad patterns as they speak, Falling in hurry and spate, A sound so ethereal…only Mother Nature could create. Large and huge; form the puddles, Jumping kids dancing with glee, As if god has answered their final plea! I see a droplet fall from a leaf, Reluctant, unwilling to leave, Its stays there till eternity…till it finally bows, Its so pure and serene, Grass looks a refreshing green, And a solitary bird, sitting on a ledge calmly preens… All the sounds fill my heart, The distant shrill of a peacock, The croak of a frog, And the moo of a cow pulling a creaky cart. Its almost over now, With just needle like mist falling… On that fine blade of grass, I can see an unknown insect crawling. Stan...