A falling feather

In the burning sky, fearing
No rain or warmth. She flows
As the wind blows around her.
Within her she flies, higher
To meet the sky, but
The wind she needs, some air
To breathe and some gravity,
Sometimes to bring her down;
When there is no cool breeze
That washes out what she knows.

She falls down softly
Without knowing why or when.
Touching the ground mildly
Not bothering anyone around
Or anything. She just wants
To fly when she can.

And before she started to think
She had reached greater heights,
Before the first wind blew her face
She had felt the sunrise.
And now she lies under a folded book.
She knows not if she was caught for good.
But she wants to fly still if the
Book opens and the wind blows.

But if to lie still is her destiny,
She does that without regret.
And never she dies trying to find anything.
But, today opening the bind
She flies to fall down to the ground.
The wind is not that soft and
The rain is much harder, but she
Knows its just a passing monsoon.
Another day will come when the sun would
Dry her silky hair and provide warmth
For her tender body. So, she
Waits for a new day or a
New moon. When there will be clearer
Skies and she could again take off,
She knows that day will come soon.

--Mohan

Day under the new moon

The new day begins
With a walk under the new moon.
No light burning in this
Hot liquid noon.

Only the rustling wind,
Hissing in your ears,
As of dusk she remembers,
As to the new day she surrenders.

The silver lining is
Lit up by stars this evening,
The new moon is only the beginning,
The new path lies under the sun,
There are many,
Which one will you take, honey?

--Mohan

Everyone as a whole

That touch, that smell
Of sweet fragrant grass.
The aroma wafting through
My nostrils, never it will pass.

Just sitting on the ground
I am sure, I can enjoy my lifetime.
And somedays I wish, everyday
This would become my pastime.

The sun, the air and everything
Else surrounding me and my friends,
Could all melt away, but still be
Until we enjoy it and till all ends.

Its not just me who is
Asking for a better tomorrow,
Where peace can reign the lives of
The tortured, obliterating their sorrow.

I just hope we will all meet each other
Someday, to celebrate the love
In our heart and the peace in our souls.
I don't know who all that will be?
But, I hope it will be everyone as a whole.

-Mohan