Bliss: An attempt to express, part two

Nothing more did I want now,
Than the faint lightning in the cloud.
That signaled to the sky,
The clime was not sleeping around.
It brings more delight to my heart as I take this walk.
I see the rain now passing stranger lands in its path.

Darkness covers the dusk-bathed sky in seconds,
As the half-moon tries to fight
The clouds trying to tie it in chains.
And, now that the home is very near,
The day has decided I should no more
See the sky in clear.

As I now come to my house, un-tired and un-sorry,
I walk up to the roof, to sit and stare,
And look to the sky with no avail.

The moon is finally caught in the bowling ball of the clouds,
Striving to get out of the clutches on hold.
He seems now to be in more hurry than the sun,
To dip into the day, to meet someone.

And for one flirting moment the thought crosses my mind,
That the sun and moon are playing tag,
And the moon to this day has never failed to lag.

The looming stars now come slowly into focus,
And reminds me of the gods doing hocus-pocus!
Only the eagles fly above the sky here,
As they search for a mice running somewhere near.
The sounds not so distant of utensils and vessels,
The smell of air does here, remind you of fear.
That some uncouthly disease is looming near.

As the darkness deepens and the stars are brighter,
It is time now to slip into my room,
And pass the rest of the night, in the glowing light’s gloom.

So, obey I do, to this calling of the night.
To wake up again to the morrow morning bright.

Stop now I will, this writing of the ode,
And ask for one last time, the question I’ve asked before.
Tell me my friend, if not this,
Then what else is god’s abode?

--Mohan

Bliss: An attempt to express, Part one

There is a rainbow to the east,
To the west is the sun.
There is a nightingale on an electric wire,
Sending shockwaves through my brain.
Over hanging clouds are bringing
Lighter and lighter rain.

There is a sparrow on a lone stone,
There is a duck in the lake,
Which is reflecting the sun,
As he dips into the clouds,
To hide from my stare.

I’m sitting on the pavement with
The lake spread out in my eyes.
What can be more awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

I can listen to the muteness,
Tu-hoo tu-hoo sings the bird.
Tri-ti-di-dri sings another,
Reminding me of sounds unheard.
Tin-in-tin-in is the noise which is
So much in tune. Me listening,
To every trouble, I’m now immune.

The waving clouds bring delight to a heart lost in thought.
The flowers enhance, the ducks warning cry,
As a stray dog chases it trying to catch it in vain.
What more is awesome than this?
You tell me my friend.

A lone woman passes by, just another passer-by.
And the sounds of a rickshaw pulling nearby.
Gets dissolved in the lake, which has heard so much more
And is yet not saturated with the speeches unknown.
The grass growing wild, has bushes bloomed in gay,
So free the spirit of a thorn lost in hay!
The juggling bees make a sound,
As two nightingales, in playtime chase around.

The sun now beneath the western clouds waves goodbye.
Tell, what is more serene, than a friendly smile?

Not far away, a coconut orchard sways in sync with the wind,
The pond heron is crying, it is hurt it seems.
Nor can the lake heal, nor can I
I just watch the bush sparrows flying closer by.
The ground is another sea, for a small insect on jelly-stones.
The rock like an island meditating on its own.

For so long, lost in the sea, now I look up,
There is a moon in the air, and pink clouds too up there.
The darker clouds overhead are now in the east,
I wonder if it is raining, and another taking a walk like this.

Where the moon seems like a kite,
Tied to a long threaded cloud.
As the lights on the ground, come around.
They wake up to the nil sounds of an ode singing,
In the distance, as the sun is sinking.
The rays now look brighter than the morn,
When the sun in the east is actually born.

The sounds of the festivities of a near-by town,
Now engulfs the silent air, as a silent stranger walks alone.
Nature gives more life to things,
And brings more life on this planet trying to find,
A fiend, a friend, a feast or just some wine!
Nature it brings more to me,
Than all the past that has passed me by.

Tell me my friend what more can I wish,
Than this unworldly unusual feast?
Tell me what more is amazing than this,
Than to listen to the sounds of nature’s bliss?

--Mohan