To Restful Shores of the Free I Ride


Bereft of chains that bind your soul
On a solitary breeze I find my guide
Far from death and the madding crowd
To restful shores of the free I ride

The trees of the sands I leave behind
As the wind lifts me to a wishful sea
Above the lands and the vengeful wild
From a time forlorn to a spirit free

Below the clouds of the big bright blue
As the sun beats down a long lost lane
A little boy chased the leaves of fall
And farther they flew the faster he ran

The leaves flew far from his open hands
And alone he stood in the timeless rain
For those who left on that evening dark
Were far gone, never to be back again

A wild wind howled on the fateful night
Alone he walked through the lonely lane
With an empty soul from an empty time
Through sun, the storm and eternal pain

Then a phoenix wailed an endless cry
As the roses bloomed in final goodbye
In the holy light from a moonless night
His spirit was freed to the endless sky

Bereft of chains that bound his soul
In joyous winds he found his guides
Far from death and the madding crowd
To restful shores of the free he rides


Hidden Lessons


It was raining. I was sitting inside the car and looking out of the window. Far outside, the sights were a treat for the eyes. A vast expanse of the wet and the wild greens tickled the senses into submission. With a hint of the morning mist still left and the smell of the wet leaves filling the serene land, everything looked blessed. Much closer to my eyes though, a completely different story was unfolding. The window glass was the stage. And the drops of water on it, the characters. Every drop of water from the top was trying to descend, some were instantly successful, others had to wait for a long time. Some just couldn’t do it. They were stuck at the top till the rains stopped, the sun came out of its reverie and dried the droplet away. But it was quite interesting to see how the successful ones went about fullfilling their ambition. They would walk some distance on their own, take help from the neighbouring droplet, merge with it and then rush ahead with doubled ambition and spirit. After a little travel, they will again merge with another droplet and would go about their mission faster than ever before. Before you know, they are at the bottom, at their destination. Successful. Their journey is over. Rest are still trying. Some of them might reach later. Some of them won’t. Some wouldn’t even get started.

Fascinating story. Sitting inside that car and watching this play out in front of me, all I could think about was how everything fits so easily, beautifully. A lesson on life. A goal, a road and a time-limit. We are not forever. We can only last as along as we are allowed to, by factors in and beyond our control. Within that time, we have a choice. To stand or to move. Some move back, some stay still and the rest move ahead. Some move faster than others. They are either lucky to find the right road or they’re just clever enough to find it on their own. Some take some time to get set on the right path. The rest try to but things never work out and they stay lost in the woods. And everybody who has decided to move ahead is in a race, the race against time to reach their goal. The race to be at your goal before the sun comes out, or rather, in this case, before their sun sets. Few reach early, some reach just in time, some miss it by a whisker and the others are just lost in the sands of time. Life goes on.

Nature keeps showing you everything about her kingdom, how things work, how things don’t, how things might, why things won’t. You just need the eyes.

And then, there were none…


In the distant hum of the forgotten wild
A mournful drizzle caressing their skin
The final day before their grieving eyes
And a final storm within

In silence she kneels beside the yew old
And watches her child sleep in his blood
A deafening quiet from men and the skies
And a battlecry from the Lord

In the blinding rain they marched beyond
Under a treacherous sky had the end begun
No god or man could have come in between
And they walked into the sun

In her empty arms sleeps her empty dream
And empty eyes search for her little son
They ran for the blood in a raging storm
And then, there were none…