Lead Me...

 

Over the hills and vales beyond
Lead me there to the mountain tops
For walk I will, with no complaints
I trust you, time and time again.

Nature's Play

Through winds of change, and pouring rains

Sea tides and waves, endless again

Weathered rocks, that stories tell
Of what it means, by nature’s play!

"Come Back My Child!"

With summer past, come monsoon rains

Refreshed and clean, its all again

Beauty supreme, untouched sublime

Mother thus calls, "Come back my child!"

Monsoon Magic!

The monsoon clouds, with laden rains

Show lovely greens, on mountains dense

Gushing streams, and waterfalls

The magic weaves, enthralling all!

भगवंताने मेघ धाडिले

भगवंताने मेघ धाडिले

काळे निळे तें जळें जांभळे

पर्जन्याचें सरीं भिजाले

ओले चिंब हे विश्व आघवे

This is a small poem I wrote in Marathi, my mother tongue. Its difficult to capture the same in English, but very loosely translated it means:

God has sent the clouds that are

Black and blue, and watery violet

The rain showers have wetted now

Fully drenched, the entire world

A River In Spate

The heavy rains and cloudy skies

Swelling waters by mountain sides

Raging ahead, the river in spate
Taking away, all in its wake!

Approaching Rains

The summer hot, dry and long
Brown and yellow, the mountain top
Arrive the clouds, with laden rains

To soothe it down, be fresh again!