A Verse on Nature's Dance...

When all mankind sleeps,nature awakens,
Playing those heavenly dances of wind and rain...

This winter has brought to me with it,
all the joys and happiness,a wishful thought,
and unstoppable ink...

It is in the slumber of man,
in human inactivity,does nature find its activity...

Cold,and inert,a man rests,
and for once the puppet becomes the audience,
and the stage stages the dance of itself...

Rain falls down,whispering
tidings from the warm Adithya
and wind blows off the rain,
earth smelling of wet leaves and grass blades,
bent with the weight of dampened rays...

And slowly,through the darkness,
amidst the clouds,there comes this light,
which stays but for few minutes,
before running away,scouting for further clouds...

But how shall poor sun know,
that clouds,that it seeks,
cover its retreats,and the leaves look up and smile,
while groaning little rodents go back to their mead...

Rain splashes across the ground,and now its night,
all is silent,save for the moon that shines...

But stars aren't favoured by these neighbouring steeds,
who but proclaim with irony
the defeat of fading stars that retreat...

This, and all the allied wind,
woven and spun into a thread or a string...
Now,all that is left is a song that is to be sung,
while the nature plays its tune,
to that friendly game,
where cloud won but still,
everything remains the same...

Nature with its many ecstasies never ceases to sing,
We with our preoccupied slumber,
allow our stupidity to ring...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju