Faith of a Cuckoo

The gusts of hot air
and months of despair

the barren lands
with golden sands

the dry weather
didn't do any better

the hopes of the bird made him look upward

all he could see was the clear blue sky and the burning sun

he flew and flew, and flew

over the lands
with golden sands

he found a shallow creek

and tried to reach with his beak

but he felt a bit shy
looked upward at the sky

downward again
but in vain

he wanted to
but he believed it would rain

so he refrained
and looked upward again

he kept on looking up

midst the burning air

beneath the clear skies

his indefinite thirst
couldn't break his trust

the sun could not shake his faith

for he knew the clouds would come

the rain would pour

just for him 

As it passes by

It crawls, it walks, it runs, it flies

Brings together lows and highs

makes us laugh, makes us cry

tells its worth as passes by

It heals, it cures

neither mine nor yours

all the same for rich and poor

sometimes hectic sometimes leisure

It makes some grime

It makes some climb

The master of all

People call it 'Time'

Take Off

I read a quote somewhere a few days ago "The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote." Well... I created this blog not to practice for being a writer but to write whatever good or bad comes to my mind. Its like a diary for me where I want to write my innermost thoughts. In my first blog, I would like to post a poem which I wrote a few months ago and is very close to my heart.

Up Above

The bird waved with a hopeful sight

Within me there was enormous might

Clouds were no hindrance to eyes

To feel Him in upward skies

The passage was clear & stretched for the ride

My cheeks cheered up in a hope so wide

The breeze was rustling through the hair

I pushed the earth with an upward stare

Soon, was up, leaving luscious grasses

The winds were passing through my eyelashes

Upward, forward, pushing and jumping

I reached the bird with a golden tinge

Above all, is what I felt that while

and in the morning I woke up with a smile