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.

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

The Sands

The sun scorches,
The sand heats,
All, dead in grime,
And all, forgotten with time,

They hide some enigma,
These sands of Arabia,
Seeing their beauty as I travel,
Is like finding gold in gravel,

How many times did I envisage,
Water, but only a mirage,
This is the place where the dead reach,
And all you can hear is the vulture’s screech.

These sands in hunger,
Consuming anything near,
All the sweat, and life they swallow,
And soon, all dry in the hollow.

Soon, arrives the night,
The sand reflects the dim light,
The shards of glass shine,
Like stars on earth, its divine,

Seeing all this, my eyes close,
And there, my body just froze,
My life, may now be in vain,
But I know I will come here again and again.

-Rajveer Nair

The Ruins

I travel to the ruins,
At some place unknown,
Where hundred years ago, celebration of battle that were won,
And still the beauty of the ruins had me thrown,

Even though, in history, the ruins had caught fire,
But still they have the beauty which I admire,
And admiring them fills me with desire,
And takes away my ire.

In the evening’s sun,
I see the ruins cast their shadow,
I see that scenery,
As I lie in the meadow.

Now it is night,
I see the stars sparkle their light,
And slowly does my soul ignite,
To a scenery that soothes my sight.

-Rajveer Nair.