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Rudenêja

The leaves lie upon the ground,
As I walk amongst their crowd,
With every step I see, I hear,
The sound of crisp aloud.

The brown road of earth,
Covered with a blanket of vermilion,
Some subdued tones scatterd to and fro,
Could not deter its kalon

The path they made,
With the trees as the fence,
Rather seemed to be a revival,
Towards the autumnal credence

Treading along the red radiant road,
Not knowing the destination,
Yet I know what does the end hold,
The regin of morana will have begun.

another leaf,
Falls in front of my eyes,
As it swings on the musical wind,
But its dance soon dies.

The wooden pillars of nature,
As its leaves dangle on by their petiole,
The trees detach as its leaf flutters,
Another symbol adding to autumn’s soul.

The snowflake of leaves,
Kiss the ground,
As the stroke of air passes by,
And brings them to were they are bound.

The trees seems dry,
But their dullness lies in splendour,
Or it seems to be my kalopsia,
From straving here since afterhour

The dry wind whistles,
As it brings about the rustling,
The playful joy of their lift,
On the passerby do they bring.

The road seems narrow,
As its red path stretches long,
For I have to travel it, with or,
Without autumn along

By the time I reach,
It may be warmer than this day,
It may be when the leaves grow,
But It would not make this autumn grey.

My time seems fleeting,
Awaiting for another day,
But shall always remain with me,
This autumn saudade.

ma, mom, mother, mothers day

Mom…

“Ma”, the first word one says,
To that one special person,
The most loved on all days.

The one who caresses us with her gentle touch,
The one who we consider our world,
That’s all she wants, nothing much.

The one who clutches our nimble fingers,
As she teaches us to walk,
And many such moments, in our mind lingers.

The one who stayed up all night,
To be there for her little soul,
And never did she let us go out of her sight.

The one who swung our cradle,
And she gently smiled,
As she sung us a peaceful lull.

The one who was the source of our origin,
The one who always stood strong besides us,
The one who taught us to forgive others sins.

The one who would do anything for us,
The one who wouldn’t let any danger doth upon us,
The one whose eye sparkled like the brightest stars.

She scolded us when we didn’t follow a norm,
But she only did as she cared,
That one special person I would call “mom”.

But how oft, words of appreciation did you say?
For she wonders about us every night and day,
So in honour of that soul, let us wish her a happy mothers day.

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Euphoria of the evening

It is evening time and the sun shines bright,
As it procrastinates near the horizon.
The rays of the sun in the sky cast a different light,
And the birds, to their abode, do they return.
Any lugubriousness, they do enlight,
Bringing euphoria, which in my heart, does brightly burn.
The glimpse of the merging shades of day and night,
Relieves the viewer of any of his concern.
How can a scenery,
Allow us, enlightenment to perceive?
It is a bless to be able to see,
And later in our mind, to conceive,
Nature is the elixir of life, that gives one ecstasy,
As it makes one’s heart beat to ho and heave…

-Rajveer Nair

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Stars of the night

As I look up from an open field,
To pass my sleepless night,
And see the dark sky yield,
Shiny, gimmering balls of light.

The colour of their shine,
Contrasting the colourful sky,
The translucent colour like red wine,
Of the galaxy behind, up high.

These balls of fire,
Lay enigmatic, away from the earth,
But the beauty of theirs which I admire,
Leaves my heart overflowing with mirth.

The feeling, I perceive,
From the light they radiate,
The immeasurable gaiety I conceive,
Which only the beauty of night can stimulate.

Although they themselves not sway,
They move my heart,
Towards the feelings of gay,
Bringing all moroseness to depart.

Their amount in the sky is equal,
To the amount of joy they bring,
And their luminosity is much more,
Than a bridal ring.

From afar, these tiny specks,
Leave me in awe,
With the picturesqueness,
Which in nature, I rarely saw.

The shine of these illuminated circles fade,
With the arrival of one of their kind,
And goodbye they bade,
But had forever stayed in my mind…

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Say Goodnight…

The glimmer of the moon,
As it kisses the earth,
Igniting all the jades,
And stones in the dirt.

As the wispy clouds,
Some with cosmic dust,
Show the beauty of nights,
Which they seldom encrust.

The clear skies,
Form the perfect background,
As their rich, dark indigo hue,
Touches the lightened ground.

These gentle breezes,
The forming of due,
All start to take their place,
To welcome a dawn, that is new.

The sounds of night,
Although feel eerie,
But in itself it hides,
An untold mystery.

As the trees hustle,
And sway to and fro,
And gently rustle,
As the wind gets slow.

How could one forget,
The sparkling stars,
As they light up the paths,
Of caravans who’ve travelled for hours.

The dark shades of both;
Of The ground and sky,
Merge at a distance far away,
As form heaven there, anigh.

The high tide of night,
Come, amid the ocean
From waves and ripples
As the moon calls them and so does the sun.

Tenderly, does blow the wind,
In every coast, from land to sea,
In their slow, swift approch,
As the cold air sinks gracefully.

The atmosphere of night,
All filled with calm,
For all keep the peace and slumber,
As their tiring hardwork, they enbalm.

And so as to not disturb and bring,
All’s surreal endeavours in plight,
Let the night help you torpor,
As it bids you a fair good night.

– Rajveer Nair

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Trapped

I’ve been locked away,
Deep inside the earth,
But i have to survive,
From the fire in this hearth.


I don’t know how long,
Will I stay here in this dark,
Trapped in this place where,
None can hear my bark.


I know I’ll strive,
But I don’t know how long,
Hanging on the edge of life,
I sit and write this song.


I’m all alone here,
I got no one to admire,
But I know I will survive,
From this dungeon of fire…

-Rajveer Nair 





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