Wish to be a vagabond

Of glorious nature,
Of the morning wind.
I wish I could sing,
More than any being.

But, is that power
Given to me,
Which to the poor
Comes inherently?

As a tramp I do
Wish to go away some day,
Like my heroes of odes
Sailed away on their better day.

With sun on my shoulders
And wind in my face.
I wish I could walk too
To that eternal place.

--Mohan

Nature's sway

The cherries hanging in the wild,
Like an angry, thoughtful, carefree child.
Flow in bunches of red and green,
Like no other flower or fruit ever seen.

Glowing their shadows on the wet tarmac street
Oscillating, scintillating, in the autumn wind.
Giving sweet to every passer by,
Without hesitation and doubt, with no tired sigh.

Never tired with swaying from side to side,
Never showing it, but still biding their time
Waiting not, but enjoying the nature's ride.
Never expecting for their fragrance one single dime.

Teaching everyone around to be bright and gay,
As long as they are around, everything's the right way.
If life was given to actually be taken away,
Then is it not better to sing to nature's sway.

--Mohan

Heavenly blemish

Heavenly blemish on this earthly stain,
Every tear drop felt like rain,
Sorrow it was, unbound by the drooping clouds
Marauding a new path, evading the crowds.

Feeling the pain to be of insecure leash,
It would run away surely, to become another's pastiche.

Then the happiness will come leaping out of the bushes,
As the new cloud regains color, quicker it rushes--
Into the sea, to gather more moisture,
It cannot eat much water, with an old man's denture.

Funny it seems to many who look aghast,
But the monsoon ended, not soon, but at last.

--Mohan

Queen of life

To the beauty of thee, that
I know not come forth from where.
To that playful laughter I hear
From every bough, in everywhere.
Where are you hidden, oh queen of life?
Where have you kept your secrets untouched.

And like I lay dead, upon
The very land you have grown.
Where did I disappear when you
Took your last moments blink?

Oh beauty! Oh nature
You lay there unhindered
In your sleep, dreaming,
Brewing new quantities.

Ask for anything from I,
I will sacrifice.
To make new things happen,
In this opportune moment
I will never die.

Ask me for more if you want,
I will not deny.
Whatever be it that you ask.
I will give myself to you.
With misery or exhaustion,
I know, I can never sigh.
And with so much beauty around,
I am sure, I can never lie.

--Mohan