When the bright Sun blesses the mountains,

Snowy Peaks melting slowly in its warmth,

Quietly disappearing into oblivion,

Leaving a tiny me with responsibilities,

 Pure sparkling dancing with the winds,

 I start my journey with an unknown destination,

                    Scattered all around the mountains,

                    Each one of us sweet, clear and virgin,

                   Seldom deviating from the course,

                   Running through the rough terrain,

                   Creating divine music in the air,

                  We are a family of infinite lives.

Solitude is our constant companion , 

Not taking a breather or rest on the way,

Gracefully accept the twists and turns,

Peace- loving rarely we unleash our fury,

Seldom meeting each other on the way,

Finally we reach the same destination.

                 Our end creates a new beginning, 

                An identity of it’s own,

               Running towards it’s destination,

               Giving the lease of life to one and all,

               Enriching the mother earth on it’s way,

              Finally creating the mighty oceans.

Rivers and oceans are known by names,

Our identity seldom known,

We may be admired by the passers-by,

But hardly given a thought afterwards,

Not complaining for being ignored

We, The only link between river and snow

With our silvery flow, Are just a   “STREAMS”


Me & My Morning Friends

The morning mist giving into crisp air

The golden rays giving message of a new day

Sitting near the window as always

Listening to the distant chirping

Knowing now anytime they will be here

They are my companions since a long time,

A mix of new and old needing no invitation

They land here everyday without any fear

They know the place and the grains

It is as if it is their right to be here

Some may happily pick at the scatterted grains

Looking left and right or sometimes straight at me,

As if greeting and asking my welfare

But some may make a few sorties with their mouthful

Lovingly and tirelesly feeding their new borns

Looking at them i wonder at their attitude

Seldom they will hoard for future use

Not a thought for rainy days

Taking care of the need of the day

They stop the feeding mouths when the wings grow

For they know that their little ones need them no more

I look at my lonely self with a sad smile

I gave my whole life to bring up my little ones

Thinking my only purpose to be at their beck and call

I never let them grow up and be on their own

I feared to let them venture into the world alone,

But one day they left me to fulfil their dreams

Why i felt led down by what was to be,

Why i never thought my first duty was towards me

Today i learnt a lesson from chirping friends of mine

Be happy and take care of NOW

The world round me will fall in-step with me

HE will take care of me as long as i am here

No need to punish myself with horrding

As i came only with a heartbeat

And will leave without it