PLUMED POEMS

A MEMORABLE DAY

2009-07-28T05:44:00.000-07:00

It was a memorable day in my life;
When I was rewarded for my talent
In the stage, amidst my friends
In assembly for my poem's trend.

I was amazed as she said of my poetic talent,
In the presence of our school teachers
I wanted to stand up, but I could not,
As I was allured by what was said.

My legs tangled when everyone perceived me
As though among throstles, I was a bee.
I could not believe my own ears,
So, I bowed my head in a trice.

I was happier than ever before
By this honour for my lore.
It was all but the gift of the ubiquity
And shall bring me bliss in my tranquility
My sincere thanks to the authority
I shall never forget her charity.

Still the verdant memories linger in my heart
And it shall be there forever as an indelible dot.

-Sumazla.

SPARROW ROOSTING

2009-07-04T01:08:00.000-07:00

I rest on a rock watching an ant
Which runs about hither and thither
Between the shrub and my feet
Searching some food for it to eat.

Why should it search all the time
When it is happy, content and gay
These are the thoughts of my mind
And everything seems to blink at me.

I am very simple, soft and kind
I dont want to kill any creature
I used to swallow only the small worms
When I think that its fate is finished.

I do not want to command anything
Because I am fragile and soft hearted;
But I have a lot of self confidence
A lot of self confidence do I have.

I want to chirp chirp all the time
But the day vanishes letting me calm.
I very much yearn to possess that right,
To say that I am ready for any fight.

-Sumazla.

WHAT LINKS THE HEART

2009-06-02T20:47:00.000-07:00

O! Hey my thought flies somewhere,
...Where where can you tell me where?
With you dear mate let me share-
...Its to the place which is free of care!

While standing in the top of my place,
...I met you with a castle in my heart
Then I lost my thoughts in your loving face,
...For our mutual love, that gave a start!

I waited for you and watched for your feet,
...And trusted full that you're playing fair;
I gave you my hand with a beating heart-
...You pressed gently strengthening our affair!

Dont imagine too much dear,
...If you want to hear, just come near!
To tell you the secret, for nobody I fear;
...Soon, you'll know the cause for my cheer.

Though you think I am out of my way,
...It is love not between a lad and lass;
Between a soul and God, I'll say
...For, the later stays and the former will pass!

-Sumazla.

DAWN

2009-05-06T09:43:00.000-07:00

In early, lovely, brisky dawn
...Birds are flying out of their nests.
As all these looked from a hillock down,
...Cocks are happily nodding their crests.

Densely packed greyish mist
...Is completely screening our sight
It is moving fainly without any rift
...Seeing the sun shining bright.

The mist envelops the town like shroud
...And seeking another place, it does gad.
There is always a sun behind the cloud
...So stop lamenting and be very glad.

-Sumazla

GOD'S MESSAGE TO MANKIND

2009-04-13T07:52:00.000-07:00

(This poem is the reflection of a painting, put up for a competition, for which I received First Prize)

The voice of nature is so sweet
...Enlightening me with joy and bliss,
It sorrounds my thoughts and makes me bright
...And covers everything with smog and mist.

The snow clad pillar is standing still
...With not a single man to adore
This is the time to exhibit our skill
...I praise its beauty, therefore.

The mountain stretches, far and wide
...Welcoming me to cheer it a bit
Flowers are dancing side to side
...Depicting its own humour and wit.

In this magnificient picture, I can see,
...God's message to the mankind
Boundless joy and endless glee
...In every creation, I can find.

Nature dances on leaves as translucent dew
...Inspiring me and giving me good mood
And spreads along the free sky blue
...No doubt, it is a gift of God.

The huts and houses are caressing
...Their occupants, with great fortitude
The yellow tent is impressing
...As it enjoys the joy of solitude.

The wood is lively, wonderful and bright
...With its own beauty and splendour
Both natural and artificial make attracting sight
...Reflecting God's greatness and grandeur.

Scarlet dots on greenish bed
...Wonders on the creation of God
And russet flowers, tossing their head
...Amazes one, of the greatness of Lord.

-Sumazla.

THE VOICE OF NATURE

2009-04-09T17:58:00.000-07:00

The voice of nature is so sweet,
...It sails towards me along with the air
IT sorrounds my thoughts and makes me bright
...But it appears to be both foul and fair.

It plays its parts from morn to night
...On the decorated stage of my dream land
Creeps as, sun and moon, giving us light
...And appears in the desert as the levelled sand.

Enlightening me with joy and bliss
...It tunes up tp an endless song.
It covers everything with smog and mist
...And being a sea shore, it extends so long.

It stretches on the hills, clad with the snow,
...And winks at me being a star
It ruminates on the rivers that flow
...The wonderful nature knows no bar.

-Sumazla

REAL JOY

2009-03-24T23:34:00.000-07:00

I counted my days with fear and tear
And filled with the sorrow that I couldn't bear.

My tears covered my eyes and mind
Yet no satisfaction of any kind.

Happiness, I wanted to acquire or borrow
So, I tried to connect my joy and sorrow.

With the unbreakable dreamful strings
But I burdened my heart with unwanted things.

I got everything food and dress
And made sincere prayers to bless.

Some valuable seeds, I asked God to sow.
Joy, it would give as fruits I know.

I cleared away all the weeds,
And with bliss, I nourished the seeds.

The fruits were tastier than ever before
So, I ate them more and more.

Now the tears did lessen my burden
For they, are not tears, but showers on my garden.

-Sumazla.

OASIS

2009-03-15T09:09:00.000-07:00

A traveller in the bleaky, desert land,
...Searched for something to refresh him
He made his weary way, on the sand
...And went upto an oasis brim.

He was quelled at that time alone
...And filling himself with ephemeral gay
And turned his face for a resting stone
...But his thirst compelled him another pay.

Surprisingly, was sent the torrestial rain
...By which though, fully drenched
Felt as if he was relieved of his pain
...That his monstrous thirst was quenched.

Only God can satisfy our needs
...And not the oasis, nor its content
His immeasurable grace rewards for our deeds
...Even by sending the rain, in the desert.

So the traveller travelling on this earth
...Should search for the eternal peace,
And seek for comfort after his death
...While he blends with the mighty seas.

Of people who were already assembled
...Shedding their human vanity
For a relief from the miseries, deep tangled
...And eternally pining for tranquility.

The resting stone is above the rain's origin
...And the oasis is its soothing comfort
It should be understood that is beyond the horizon
...To go there, this world we have to part.

-Sumazla.

SOOTHING FRAGRANCE

2009-03-13T05:50:00.000-07:00

Let me tell you what happened
On a serene, sleepy night,
When the moon to solitude retired
And when the moon looked bright.

All the creatures yearned to go
To the comforting haven
Every man and woman, But lo!
Except the one who was craven.

Yes! A strange hand took them there
To the soothing fragrance.
Hark! He said 'tis better than here
It all appeared a mystic trance.

Take us! Take us! O, stranger
To the haven under the hill
Tell me, were though a messenger?
Speak! why thy voice was still.

Though I very much longed to hear
He disappeared, amidst the smoke.
'I'll see you at the end of the year.
'Is the only thing, what he spoke.

As they passed, I numbered my days
That he would take me, to the heaven.
I wanted to see his graceful face
For I am, no more a spineless craven.

RAINBOWS COME, BUT ONCE

2009-03-08T22:00:00.000-07:00

When I was ignorant about the world,
When I was not shrewd, but bold,
And when I wanted to enjoy all the pleasure,
And when I did foolish things without measure,
The world said I was madly in love.

When I thought that I was never wrong,
When I used to sing a fairy's song,
And when we travelled together,
Irrespective of hot or cold weather,
People said that we were hand and glove.

What ever he said entranced me,
What ever he saw I did see,
All his thoughts coincided with mine,
Because he loved me the reason is plain.
Seeing me everyone did gleam.

Let them speak anything they like,
Thought I, though they spoke like spike.
He was more than enough for me,
He alone and not anybody.
Life seemed all but a dream.

He reached my place in a single pace,
And starred at me face to face.
When he took my hand and lulled me asleep,
I felt that his love was very deep.
And swam in the dreamful sea.

When I was in my ecstatic sleep,
He gave me precious kisses to keep.
The trouble that troubled him, troubled me.
Though we sailed together in endless glee,
I didn't expect he would desert me.

Monday might not follow Sunday,
But we never stopped our play.
When I lost all my lore,
He quietly moved towards the door,
Still people thought he was my fiance!

I woke up and found that he went away,
And started searching for him, by this bay,
Here was where I met you my reader,
To tell you the story of my dear 'leader'
Learn - "Rainbows come, but only once."

-Sumazla

A STERLING GYPSY STAR

2009-03-05T06:15:00.000-08:00

O! my little thing, a little big star
....I want to come there and caress you,
If the determination is firm, what can be the bar?
....Soon I shall be swimming in the vast sky blue.

You are here one day, and there another,
....No stable life like wordly joy.
Even then, I need not bother
....For you are charming like a tiny toy.

I shall come to thee though you are far,
....To have a close look at your enchanting face
Your keen devotees, you know, we are-
So we need not worry even for the sorrowful days.

Nothing can stop my progress upwards
....As I know well to rule over me
What though, if I slip downwards
....I will not fail to see thee.

I am advancing up, up and above
....To reach you, my dear gypsy star.
Can anybody count my love?
....I shall come to thee, though you are far.

Don't hide your face, behind the cloudy sky
....And be afraid of the bright noon sun.
I shall protect you all the way by
....And shoot your enemies with my gun.

-Sumazla

REMAINS OF LIFE

2009-03-03T06:04:00.000-08:00

What are the remains of this wordly life?
Except the thoughts about child and wife,
If there is not another single soul
To think about our sugar bowl-
Filled with sweet thoughts and remembrance,
Then what is worth of worldly appearance?

Nothing we had when we were born,
Nothing we take when others mourn
On our departure from this sandy earth
Which may sometime stand beneath
The hundred thoughts and hundred worries
Of modern man as he buries.

Tombs of dead may not be looked at
For people forget him, and remember his hat.
This is the present world that we should understand
Remains of life, also buried along with him in sand.

But some memories will never die,
Beneath every heart, it doth lie;
Past may be filled with fears,
Or it may be filled with tears.
Old and gold far off things
Brings happiness to the offsprings

Sufferings may be lot
And cheerful days may be short.
But some memories will never die,
Beneath every heart, it doth lie.
We do get childish pleasure,
When we bring those thoughts back,
................................................in our leisure.

-Sumazla.

POEM ABOUT ME

2009-02-19T06:03:00.000-08:00

MY CHARACTER
I am not afraid of anybody-
Whom so ever or what so ever may it be.

MY DESIRES
If one or two I can count,
But it rises upto a mount.

MY WAY
Our thoughts lead to deeds, its what I say
As I am the monarch of all I survey.

MY ATTITUDE
I cannot be quiet and calm
Even under the threat of a bomb.

MY SPEECH
I some times blabber and stammer,
Inspite of my wish for it to be clear.

MY DISPOSITION
My wings shall be broken before I start to fly,
As life is what we make it, I will not cry.

MY SORROW
I am not a mad to be sad,
My sorrow is that I am always glad.

MY TEACHER
She is good, if I am good,
Unless when I spoil her mood.

MY PARENTS
They give me what I want or lack,
I dont know how to pay them back.

MY FRIENDS
As they wish, they come and go
And do help me in my woe.

MY FAVOURITE
I do not know how to describe it
For, I do love its every bit.

MY LIFE
It may be too short, or too lengthy
God! to live through it, let me be healthy.

MY ENJOYMENT
I find enjoyment in enjoying life
Unless when it will be cut by KNIFE.

MY DEATH
I am not afraid to go to God
But ashamed to be barehanded before Lord.

MY DEPARTURE
I shall depart with content and smile,
Let my name be in every man's file.

MY SOUL
When I turn out to be nothing
No more will my soul cling.

MY ACCOMPANIST
When I think of it my heart to bleeds,
For all that accompanies, is only my deeds.

MY KINGDOM
I shall be rewarded according to my wisdom
And shall be provided with my own kingdom.

MY GOD
No words to speak and no claims to ask
As he is with me from dawn to dusk.

I AM NONE
Then there will be no more 'MY'
For I dont know whether I can even smile and cry.

-SUMAZLA

MY DREAM

2009-02-15T10:33:00.000-08:00

A hand shook my shoulder with love;
It is kind and is soft as a dove.

I turned my face and smiled,
My happiness could not be filed.

I wanted to have a look at him,
I couldn't see clearly as it was dim.

He had two wings on his back,
He had better knowledge which I lack.

Taking me in his arms,
He did cross many a farms.

He embraced me by my hip,
And flew and flew without a slip.

I cannot tell you what happened then,
For he flew over a dark den.

He passed a valley and a stream,
But everything was only a dream.

When I woke up the next day,
I shared this news with gay.

Everybody mocked me,
Telling that he was my 'would be'

I could not consider him as an angel alone,
My cries for him changed my voice and tone.

Though only for a while, he played his part,
That thought in my heart stands apart.

-Sumazla