Jyotirmaya Thakur

The Wind Blows

Gentle wind blows in my direction,

Bringing sunny flowers for selection,

Floating kites to greater heights ,

Friendly birds greet lovely sights.

It is not the winter wind today ,

Sweet breaths of air softly play,

With my red gown and tresses fair,

I  walk in meadows without a care.

Lovers in hands gloved nearby,

As evening falls  their lips sigh,

Taking home various touches of gold ,

Calm is the day as Zephyrus unfold.

The farmers busy scattering seeds,

Great spells of wheat sway in fields,

Guide sunbeams to cheering shores,

Fleeting waves for future stores.

Wings of fancy slipping in between,

Birds flapping in a happy tone,

Like all seasons blowing in the wind,

Beauty comes as beauty shown.

The Woods

I walk to mighty woods alone ,

Create a balance in modern saloon ,

Reflect upon my actions done ,

Change my attitudes and unlearn.

Deep woods have depth beyond measure ,

Conspicuous in power of divine treasure,

A travel in fresh air with leisure,

Among noble flock of varied feather.

Epiphany strikes in murky currents ,

Inspiration lurks in sweating sequence,

Fathomless spells need no control ,

Demands no attention freedom calls.

Technology at loss, wonder looms ,

Flowers in dark corners silent blooms,

Ode to Nature is health pills doom ,

Palm tree's fronds aesthetic boon.

March in morning dew drops roll,

Golden carpets of leaves in fall ,

Sunset greets Moon, celestial ball,

Battle in bushes revives tree tall.

 Clouds

White fluffy clouds floating high,

Scattered and wispy moving by,

Like a cotton pile swimming along,

Carrying thunders singing a song.

In noiseless tumult always remain,

Rushing around like majestic train,

They ride on chariots of water seeds,

In child like mirth play hide and seek.

Colours of clouds change with moods,

Mostly paper white in mild attitude,

When pregnant with rain becomes grey ,

Bright golden hues shine with sunrays.

Bring fresh showers in lightning delight,

For thirsty ground for rainfall fights,

Like dew drops glisten on leaves,

Tears of Heaven when they weep.

Grass and Weeds

The blades of grass grow untended,

Like the tramps on streets unfriended

Water or light is free for sustenance,

Unwelcome weeds thrive in abundance.

Trees shed leaves in Autumn care,

Winter severe unclothed bare.

Small or big earth doesn't care,

Humility grows in grace everywhere.

Weeds are uprooted from their place,

Refugees they migrate in any space,

Removed several times without trace,

Emerge stronger with a happy face.

Roots from curves of stones breed,

Prosper in cold ,rain or heat,

Beds of rocks,marshy swamp to feed,

Severity of adversity ,no retreat.

         

Pebbles

Myriad reflections of natural sketch,

Vibgyor pebbles scattered stretch,

Lying colourful pearls in wonder,

Every shape and size on one another .

Water flows singing songs of peace,

Rainbow colours polished sheen,

Abundant pieces of arbitrary gleam,

Offsprings of gracious dreams.

Behold, perfect symmetry enchanted,

The mirth of eternal life displayed,

Open temple of sanctity cherished ,

Stones on golden grains bedecked.

Dazzling hues vibration vigour,

Life is at harmony of adventure,

Small or big in tranquility shine,

Soothing memories left behind.

Gems of hope changing contours,

Prayers of shores path confers,

Splashes of hours imprison shapes,

Sculpture carved by stormy waves.

Jyotirmaya Thakur

Jyotirmaya Thakur: Author of Fourteen original Poetry books ,  World Poet Laureate and Peace Icon ,Jyotirmaya Thakur is the first Indian born poetess to be published by Real Vision Aspirant Writers Publication,UK. An award winning author and poet ,she has served as a Vice -Principal (retired ) of an International school in India, an editor, reviewer, researcher, columnist,public speaker, Reiki Master , Spiritual and social activist.National Director of Public Relations and Communications of Union Hispano Mundial de Escritores ,Peru,in India . Chief counsellor of Telangana Poetry forum and an executive member of the educational magazine LITERATI and a columnist. She is a member of Wolf International Poetry Exhibition group of UK, where her poems are exhibited in various art galleries, Literary clubs and  public places.