The Gathering

Amidst the gathering,

while our eyes met,

illuminated by thy beauty,

thine essence pervaded me within;

when my heart befell for thee.

© 2020 Gautham Sathyan 

Haiku & Senryu

    

 flower- bright and wet

water flows to leaf below

still a bright flower

 

the kingdom in peace

sailing virtue of prudence

imagi-nation

children stretch their arms

the pond, symmetric ripples

dived to take the bath

dew drops on the hair

wrath of dreary cold night's breath

the sight of blood fainting

 

silent raindrops fell

the undried smile on boy's face

diffused happiness

© 2020 Gautham Sathyan 

 

Monsoon

The wait is over,

for the seasonal change,

nourished crops,

with the monsoon arrived,

from the blossoming of trees,

to harvesting of seeds,

grounded by the moist air,

nature in its utmost core,

people cherished,

the moment of life,

above it sways,

and below it rains,

children danced,

as the raindrops fell,

drizzled rain,

implanted the seed of life,

suppressed by the outer force,

created a larger picture,

with the new beginning,

the farmer smiled.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan 

The Meaning

As I woke up from an unfamiliar dream,

Feeling an urge to seek,

Lighting up the fire inside,

Walking the path of the righteous,

To find the meaning of life,

I make my journey to the north,

Moving through the wind,

Dancing in the summer rain,

Hearing the forest talk,

I reached the river's end,

Standing next to a meditative man,

Surrounded by sacred air,

I asked for the meaning of life,

'No meaning' said the enlightened,

Looking back at the journey made,

Coming out from the ashes,

Flying like the Phoenix,

I aim for the stars,

As I cut through my reflection,

I dive into the unexplored.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

                                                                  

The Lost Journey - 2

Surrounded by bewildered beauty,
breathing in the air of life,
wandering for the source of freedom,
life starts to astonish me,
trembling through the narrow route,
lead by the sense of purpose,
driving me to the other side,
surrounded by the sound of emptiness,
the purpose start to pass away,
guiding me to a place of being,
I see life in its purest form.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

The Lost Journey - 1

Waiting through time for ages,
sensing the sense of purpose,
I stood high on my feet,
facing the darkest clouds,
feeling the lightning and thunder,
I stand near the shadowy tree,
eating the fruit of fate,
watching the dwindling leaf,
making its way for freedom,
going through the journey lost,
I walk the path unseen.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

The Revolution

" Viva La Revolution "

Let it begin,

Let it reign,

Today is the day,

To rise from our grave,

You think you are strong,

Together we are stronger,

None of this is fair,

You seem not to care,

As it lies in us,

The strength of hope,

Now it isn't a prayer,

Do you have anything to say?

So my dear corrupted,

Quiver with fear,

A revolution is near.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

The turn I took

In the night which covered me dark,
I turn to look at the undying star,
Standing near the shallow lake,
I hear the Wolves howl to the moon,
With the whistling icy breeze,
My hair starts to dance,
When the cry began to stop,
Strange music starts to speak,
Surrounded by a million lights,
I realized it was silence,
I looked beneath and found myself,
covered in the light of the moon.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

Stephen Hawking

There was a man paralyzed from head to toe,
when he pointed to the stars,
people forgot he couldn't move,
he created miracles,
not with his hand,
but with his mind,
some say it was magic,
some say it was logic,
as he sat unmovingly,
he unraveled the secrets of the cosmos,
with the hope to see the unseen,
he inspired the world to dream,
he was the one who taught us to live,
he was the man who never died.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

Boring Class

As I find myself surrounded,

by the chattering of voices,

my eyelids get heavy,

and as I ease myself,

my mind starts to wander,

and I find myself on a beach,

listening to the voice of the sea,

feeling the cold northern breeze,

fronting the blazing sun,
waiting for eternity,

suddenly my plot start to fade away,

and I hear my name called repeatedly,

my eyelids were never that light,

I was never that awake,

as the time passed,

with the loudness of the heavy voice,

I found myself out of the class.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan

Changing Days

When I feel the coldness in the wind,
I breathe the air of relief,
my shaking hands stand still and,
fear starts to fade away,
to make way for freedom,
and the days I forget come back,
like rain after the storm,
and I stop searching for light,
to realize it was in me.

© 2018 Gautham Sathyan