New dawn

Looks like a new dawn
Is beginning today,
The silver lining are
Touching each other
In unison, dancing to
The tune of the nightingale.

Far-off sirens of cement
Factories, disturb the dead,
Out of their slumber.

Exhausted with pain,
The morose morning,
Brings new delight to
The sailors face.

The break in the clouds,
Brings a wind that howls.
And the morning sun, slides
Away, with a snide look
On his face, cheating the
Earth of light.
He disappears, leaving
The world in darkness.
The dusk falls quicker than
Anticipated, as the new dawn
Ends with a new song
From the owls prey.

Casting a shadow of light
Darkness falls heavier tonight
And forgetting the fearful rain.
Sounding a heavenly noise
To no avail. You sing, "Decorate
This new day with less pain".

--Mohan

On a rainy summer night

The corroding heat was burning
The heart to give more warmth.
But, the wind never blew to
Ignite the few fenders into fire.

The eyes could never see in the glare,
They could only stoop and stare,
But, all they could see were miraged
Oasis, in a developed desert, decorated
Not with trees but, with cement jeweleries.

The bricks only built a fireplace
On the planet, not a safe haven from
The heat, as planned. It seemed better to
Sleep under a maple tree or eat a
Tasty mango than drink evergreen tea.

Water was found somewhere beyond the sea,
But, could not drown the thirst as
It was inhabited by disease. Not by
Chance could anyone greet another.
Some were tired and some were weary
Of what others might carry.

The skies broke up, the clouds patched up
And the rain came pouring in. Into the sea,
Into the only place to be found with
Locks and keys, bolted shut by unseen
Thunderstorms and lightnings and breeze.

The summer was drenched, the winds
Were cleansed and the only window left
closed was opened narrowly. The mirages
Were washed away, the oasis flowed a river.
And the jeweled ornaments lost their
Luster. And the sun calmed down to
Let more people live.

--Mohan

Lifelets

Obscured horizons, fading lightnings,

Neighbouring mountains, asphalt streets.

Still winds unknowingly flowing.

Chilled water bubbling for breath.

Hot summer, rainy nights.

Lonely rooms, mirrored skies.

Bright stars, cloudless mornings.

Moonlit skies before sunrise.

Cool sea breeze or salt sea water.

Hot tropics or the cold water falls.

Mist covered mountains or the burning desert.

Desolate caves or the sunday fair.

Clear blue skies, hanging cotton clouds.

Flowing cool winds, mist covered mountains.

Evergreen trees, chirruping birds,

Sunset to bed. Morning sunshine.

Smoke from a far off forest fire,

A flying jet is a meteorite.

A falling star is a flying comet.

An eagle is a glowing chariot.

And a white screen is unprismed light.

A black window is the passed away sunlight.

A street light is a glowing firefly.

A firefly is a burning seaweed.

The wind is gaseous water.

The water is matured wine.

Man is a accidental miracle,

And god is just a spectacle.

--Mohan