Little Melon Lover

A little girl lived on the banks of a curly river;
she was little, round, plump and daily getting bigger.
‘The Girl’, just that was her name;
even though it sounded so lame.

This girl loved sweets and fruits;
and most of all, she liked melons.
She bought ladles of these fruits
and bought all sorts, red & yellow, tasty & juicy melons.

Once she went to a little village town;
known for its scrumptious melons.
there she saw it, the melon worth a crown;
for truly, it was a king of all melons.

Large and round it was, with dark stripes;
green like grass, big as sailing ships.
the fruit held flavours of a hundred types;
and The girl started wetting her lips.

She had no control and bought it whole;
no flavours to spare, all of it together;
and brought it back home, brought it whole;
to enjoy all the delicious flavours together.

but alas! On the way back, it rolled off;
“Oh my melon, come back…” She cried.
it paid no heed and went off & off;
pieces of it broke off. “Oh my melon”, she cried.

but such was written in the stars;
no man (or woman) shall enjoy these tastes;
unless he (or she) shares it from Earth to Mars;
so “SPLASH!” went a large bit into water with all the tastes.

and therefore dears, if you ever see;
a melon growing large and juicy sweet.
Know that this little girl, little though was she;
was one round, plumb reason why its so sweet.

For the waters of the curly river flowed on with the sweet;
and made all the melons of the world a real treat.

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A Door Into The Past

As I see and remember my past pieces;
which are the strings binding my past;
a sequence plays before my very eyes.
They never fail to remind me;
of all I had achieved.
And never fail to sadden me;
over all I have lost.

These words written in black & blue;
and red & green.
Remind me that this whole world;
simply is mean.
Though there are people, yet none for you;
only for themselves.

Therefore, this Door Into the Past;
I must close;
but should I? They are all the memories;
of my own prose.
Different though, am I, but can I;
bear part with all?

Your Name – Bright Forever

Words may be simple;
they may be easy to read;
But Understand the power that lies behind their veil. You Can rise top great heights but you don’t choose to……. WHY?

On this plain today;
on that one tomorrow;
resurrect goodness here today;
move on there tomorrow.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Appreciate what all a tree gives;
people throw stones, he forgives;
fruits fall down, and are taken;
the tree, then happily lives.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Go ahead for you can do it;
change the world, as we know it;
mankind simply sees evils;
you go strive against it.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Float above this sky;
people will pass you by;
turn away an army by your name;
The world will, in peace fly.

For old trees may wither;

But your name is bright forever.

Remembrance of Dawn

In my eyes, a dream was drawn;
as the moon got filtered by;
& black clouds shielded the sun in the sky;
came to me, the remembrance of dawn.

The remembrance of all things, wonderful;
the beauty of all things, colourful;
it was your face that was drawn;
the memory of a friend, remarkable.

Those clouds of cheerful, cheerful rain;
all my sadness, away they did drain;
the beauty which no world may contain;
few words summarize what may remain.

My friend, you are affectionate & kind;
your memories, most beloved, i find;
what affection I can count upon;
gives to me, the remembrance of dawn.

Talk to Nature

First, the moon gets filtered by;
Then black clouds take over the sky.
Never will forget that, I;
What beauty prevails in thy.

Like the lightning clap in clouds;
That shadow when upon the moon bowed.
You announcing it out loud;
What beauty you have been bestowed

The cover of those lovely flowers;
That made this garden a glower;
Those beautiful valleys and mounts;
Such beauties in you, I can count.

No doubt as to who made you;
And those droplets of tender dew.
Allah is the one, the Almighty;
He is the Lord, your creator, the Mighty.

Song for a Friend

Splashes soft, gentle and low;

sounding on the pool of love, they echo.

Moon peeks out when all lights hide;

what love found, by your side.

In the moonlight, I saw your face;

shadowed under the night sky,  a star;

glowing bright, giving rays of admiration;

what beauty you have been bestowed.

when lightning clapped in clouds;

tender drops, slowly fell, blushed by your beauty;

beam of love went through the wet clouds;

as they heard your soft and gentle voice.

Flying Through the sky;

Angels Passing us by;

wonders unknown to the eye;

in great love, we fly.

Watery Wanderers

Lonely wanderers, wandering away;

Here and there, right and left they sway.

Nothing to keep them company;

Only each other, they accompany.

From far away, they look small;

You can reach them if you’re sky tall.

But in reality they are large;

Some large and some small.

Watery wanderers, give us rain;

Free us from the summer’s pain.

Thanks to thee, thanks to thee;

From heat, due to you, we are free.

Don’t just wander away, stay;

Tell us, why do you go away?

Why, oh why don’t you stay?

Say something, something you must say.

Lonely wanderers, wandering away;

Here and there, right and left they sway.

Nothing to keep them company;

Only each other, they accompany.

Winter – SnowFall

Some large & some small;

Snow flakes, down they fall.

Blinded but awed by the sight;

You enjoy but shiver with all your might.

Clouds of cotton fall down:

Sky takes the colour brown.

Remember  the superstition, you’re lucky if:

On you, the 1st flake falls down.

But it is beauty you will find;

Nature has given it, it’s so kind.

Enjoy it & thank nature:

For providing it, he’s so kind.

Some large & some small;

Snow flakes, down they fall.

Blinded but awed by the sight;

You enjoy but shiver with all your might.

In a Valley’s Heart

Deep down in a valley’s heart;

Who knows what lies?

Is it some beautiful lake?

Or a large ground where snow flies?

Whether the valley of Scotland;

Or the valley of Kashmir;

It’s only beauty you will find:

Brooks with small fishes & trees of Gir.

The Dal Lake and the Gulmarg;

Travelling through Kashmir you see.

Different lakes and ice far away;

Spiralling through Nainital you see.

This is what lies in a valley’s heart;

And who knows what lies?

Is it some beautiful lake?

Or a large ground where snow flies?

Deep down in a valley’s heart;

Who knows what lies?

Is it some beautiful lake?

Or a large ground where snow flies?

Nature – Where endless beauty prevails

Journeys from the haunts of coot & hern;

To join the shining river.

On its surface, lies the green fern;

It is the reminiscence of the river.

 

In the hearts of green & white valleys;

I find the nature’s endless beauty.

It never fails to please;

Us humans who love beauty.

 

The beauty of nature is endless;

You shall find it everywhere.

From a delta to a tree mess;

Even in a land which is bare.

 

So, why destroy it my friend?

Don’t you know that soon you;

Will reach a dead end?

And nothing will be left for you.