A Hike By The Moonlight

The woods have something new in store for us every time we give them a visit. Who would have known that by getting lost in the woods, we would have gained something that will stay with us for eternity.

Mesmerized by the beauty of minute details the woods presented before us by being sun-drenched, we lost our track. It became dark and at the time when we were supposed to report at the base camp, we were still trying to find our way back.

The moon was up, the stars were shining and the woods were drenched with moonlight. There was a serenity in the air and the fauna that were shy of the sun were coming out to embrace the darkness. In contrast with the minute details that were exposed by the sunlight, the moonlight exposed only the things that were abstract, revealing only those things that the moonlight wanted us to see, by falling on them, as opposed to the sunlight which reveals everything in its path, thus giving more room to artistic interpretation, which isn't possible in the presence of sunlight.

The outline of the trees and the mountain which the moon cast, looked more beautiful than the trees and mountain itself as it appears in the daylight. And the stars that appeared as jewel, shining up in the cloudless sky as if cast there by a mighty artist, "whose beauty is not their only trait, which about them is perceived to be great, but are also the direction to the travelers which they show, when the mighty sun fails to glow."

Taking help from the stars, we found our way back and after reaching the camp, we laid our head on the ground to witness, "chirping of cricket which sounded like a beautiful symphony, to which the blowing wind gave a company, hearing which the trees started to dance, and seeing which I fell into the trance." After a few minutes, coming out of the trance, I opened my eyes to find myself sitting in front of my computer. The memory of that trip, which will stay with me forever, tele-ported me back to the woods and, "made my body envious of my soul, which wandered in the wood, while reliving those moment in front of my computer my body stood."

All these years, we used to travel during the daytime only, limiting us to see what the sunlight has to expose, but after this trip, we started travelling in night also, surprising ourselves by seeing what darkness conceals and what it reveals.

~Love, Light and Truth;
The Unknown Poet

A Smile

How sweet a smile that thou possess,
which gives complex even to the beautiful roses,
seeing which I can lay off my life with ease,
filling my life with sweetness, making me die from diabetes.

What should I speaketh about thy smile,
words of whose beauty hath been spread for many miles,
seeing which in euphoria people starts to jive,
which acts like medicine, making the dead man alive.

Thy smile is too beautiful to take mine eyes off it,
making me hard to concentrate on my path, leading me into a pit,
but the aura of thy smile will never let me plunge,
and on a contrary, to great heights it will help me to surge.

Thy smile is so innocent and pure,
that can be used as a lure,
to attract a smile on other's face,
and to wipe out all of their sadness's trace.

Of thy sweet smile I became so jealous,
that I wanted to fill miseries in thy life which be so joyous,
so as to fade the smile that on thy face so gloriously shine,
and to bring some peace to the covetous life of mine.

But all these miseries doth nay change thy smile even by a minuscule,
which became the reason for the blowing out of my cool,
sweetness of thy smile is same even when thou art merry or art hurt,
because verily thy smile springs from the core of thy sweet heart.

Ecstasy of thy beautiful smile,
hath been doing a magic on me for a while,
softening my grip over mine own mind,
making me unable to logic, laying me logically blind.

In order to regain my long lost grip,
in pieces I wanted to rip off your lip,
so as to lessen the beauty of thy smile,
and to free myself from it's wile.

Despite the disruption of thy face,
I see no lessening of thy smile's grace,
because thou smile from thy beautiful soul,
which by no mean is shoal.

I wonder what will chance,
when to the another world thou will advance,
the world will loose thy smile, which be their source of sweetness,
for then the world shalt be like it was ere thou, in a state of complete bitterness.

And after the infelicitous demise of thine,
even though my smile may not have either thy sweetness or thy shine,
but still for the sake of world I will try to smile thy smile,
so as to spread thy sweetness to many more miles.

Let us all smile,
for a greater while,
and be a source of sweetness,
and end all the bitterness.

~Caritas, Lux et Varitas;
The Unknown Poet.

The Tears Of Gratitude

The Heaven asked a young cloud,
that, "why doth thou roar so loud,
and what doth thou gain,
by handling so much strain,
in order to rain,
over the sea and  plane."

"The drops that fall from an altitude,
art no rain, but Tears of Gratitude,
in appreciation of the Earth,
which remains so calm and cool in its seat,
so that by the vapors I can take birth,
in an ever soaring heat",
replied the young cloud with a pride,
as he glides over the high rising tide.

The Heaven asked the glorious Earth,
that, "is it really worth,
to carve a valley in thyself,
which runs from the high mountain to the continental shelf,
so as to enable the flow of water,
which don't even bother,
to not to flood thy plane,
when it is roaring with water during the rain."

"The water that flow from one latitude to another latitude,
art no river, but the flow of Tears of gratitude,
in appreciation of the trees and the sea,
which adds to mine value in the eyes of those who sees,
the aesthetic value of me,
which makes me thousand times more beautiful than thee,
and with the water in the river, to themselves the trees feed,
and beautiful new lives sprout on me from their seed",
replied the glorious Earth,
in a voice full of mirth.

The Heaven asked the beautiful trees and the sea,
that, "why doth thou loose thy water with a whee!
and don't thou feel any sad,
by giving the clouds the water you had,
and what doth thou gain by the water that thou had evaporated,
which had by the clouds some where else been condensated?"

"The loss of water to which we art habitude,
art no evaporation, but Tears of gratitude,
in appreciation of the clouds that are so humane,
which rains over the seas and the plane,
and helps the water to accumulate,
which makes the river spate,
and with that water in the river, to ourselves we feed,
and thus from an eternal thirst we are freed",
replied the beautiful trees and the sea,
who were dancing with glee.

The Heaven told me that I would be insane,
if I don't write a couplet in the honor of rain,
which facilitate the meet of these three on the orb,
so on the paper I made this record,
"The Heaven kisses the Earth again,
oh see, it's raining again."

~Love, Light and Truth;
Harshad Gupta.