A Deer And a Friend not close

On the tip of a hill,
A Little deer stands still
Lost from the herd,
A voice it heard,
Go ahead.
At the cost of taking
the road not taken
repeated the voice,
Go ahead.
No horns to fight,
Only a dream tied tight,
Wind letting down,
Green looking brown,
Repeated the voice,
Go ahead.
Far above in sky,
A lamp bright do lie,
Lighting the entire land,
Held by an unseen hand.
Hand of a friend not close,
A friend you scare to lose,
A friend not a friend
Not close still a friend.
Lamp the hope of light,
Lasts only till night,
Trembled the deer,
Its voice did quaver,
Starring the setting sun,
Made up its mind to run,
Again it heard the voice,
Go ahead,
Don't stop but run,
Don't stop till u win.

Created on : 13th Dec, 2004.

To Kuduremukh Hills.

Oh Blue Mountain
Why are you hiding thyself by,
Those snowy clouds?
Can't I have a single glimpse
Over thy Vallies deep!
Edges steep!
How can you stand still for
Long aloof hours?
Don't you feel like flying
With thy feathered tiny comrades?
One Day,
When sun is young,
Rain droplets do sing,
I'll climb the coloured bow
at a strech!
And reach the aloft land
on thy rocky bed!
To feel thy eternal beauty
Alive or Dead!!!


Created on 24th Oct, 2004.