Paintings on the sky.

On the blue hued canvas,
With spongy colors of gray and white,
Sometimes black too
Hiding the sun bright,
Suffusing colors many and swift
The paintings on the sky
The heaven’s gift.
Not caught in dimension
Nor static in time,
Following no rule
when they sprinkle
white cotton wool
Galloping shapes
Of thousand swans
Clouds are the colors
Clouds are pallets
When angels in sky
paint in heavenly dye.
In the night
They have added spots,
Those silvery sheep called stars
And their kind shepherd
Moon,Like Krishna in Vrindavan
Adding to the dark glory,
A new picture every night.
Such is ever fresh beauty
Of everyday's sky.That,
Michelangelo's multicolored dome
In all Pomp of the Rome ,
Human magnitude's epitome
Yet Looks like a firefly .
These paintings on sky.
Give enough proofs again.
That the magnificence,
Of nature’s art and class.
No man can ever surpass.

Death Escape.

Do not grieve O Mighty death,
From you If I escape
You have devoured many,
Let one flee your breath.
To every house
You must visit
That’s the rule
And it is writ.
But lets make a contract
If I worship you
When others ignore
You will spare me
When others you score.
Every day at your altar
I will keep flowers
Of my days engaged
So when the time shall come
You take them as mortgage
But unbind me
from your icy chains
as my ashes flow down
The Time's torrential rains.

Fine silk of universe

O fine silk of universe's string.
of what galaxy were you woven,
That thin shimmering silvery hair ,
Which garden did they find you?
Or did they melt million moons ,
And cast you in their finest moods,
and what do you do?
You allure the vibrations of universe,
And pass it on to the mortal world,
So we can hear what universe sings,
And in every moment ,joy it brings.
Your every arising in spacetime,
I will see.
just let me hear the music,
Wherever I be.

Two horses.

A silent forest
where my mind resides,
Two horses
Running in wild delight ,
Through crimson twilight
Either to each direction
Two rays bright ,
One to the Horizon of holy temples,
Guided by the star
Other to life's pleasures sublime,
Guided by the air
Bewildered I ,
as the dust dry.
Favour none,
No reign to pull.
Let everything go,
Where it wishes to.
I sit crossed legged,
Where the old man begged.
under the same tree.
Finally,to be free.