Heaven Will Be Somewhere Here In

II Om Namo Bhagawate Vasudevaya II

The notes of Shepard, the music of spring;

The hills and mountains say me many thing;

The lady picking lumbers for her kitchen, the man hooting at his stallion to carry his belongings;

The adolescent standing in solitary, eyeing at every vehicle as if he knows the vehicle and the people in;

The young lassies turning their back to every vehicles as if hiding their preen beauty to every stranger passing;

The mountain is lush green in the spring;

Rocky it looks when summer peeps in;

The rain shows you the wild flowers, the exotic plants;

When you look closer, you shall find the beetles inhabitants;

Deodars stand tall, touching the skies;

They shoot up from the green mountain ground;

The step farming, the colourful houses;

Drying corn is found in every house thatches;

You can find some healthy mongrels waging their tail;

Jackals of mountain will fox you to be canine;  

On mountains, the birds are never tired;

They flutter from peak to peak and hills to hill from morning till dark;

When winter falls, snow covers the mountains and hills;

Believe me when I say, heaven will be somewhere here in;

The thick snow rug, chilled clean fluffy and white;

The cloud touches the peak as if umbrella planted there in;

Sometimes clouds cover the hill surface and clad the hills with a grey fur quilt;

So, the mountains also feel the cold sometime then?

This is something I ask about mountain now and then.

That Autumn, They Say the Autumn Wind Had Blown

II Om Namo Bhagawate Vasudevaya II

An autumn came with a leaf that hesitated to follow the season’s wind;

The leaf was dried, yet so stubborn;

Enticing in it’s divinely shade of golden sun, the curls in the leaf were taking some different direction;

Dried the leaf was, it had least flexibility, but see the guts in it that it stands against the wind;

It had left its tree, left the branch, the youth had left it and it was only to mix with soil, yet see the guts in it and its will;

The wind knows no such drills, from the start of universe it has always flown in the nature’s rule;

But who shall make this solitary leaf understand the nature’s rule?
 Perhaps it believes that an ant can swim an ocean if its will is pure and true;

The autumn king was passing by and the leaf was struggling against the wind; 

Came near the king to hear something that the leaf was murmuring;

The leaf was saying:

“O! Lord, on the tree you gave me a secured life;

I had to do my work and had a place to stand;

 Came rain, came summer or winter, I had my place to stand;

Now, I lost my green, I have turned yellow;

They say I have reached divinity and I don’t need to stand;

Wind will carry me and finally I shall be one with the soil;

But before all these, I shall return to my tree once and ask it, was I able to give my service to my best?

If I was, I shall flow with the wind and if I could not have satisfied my tree, I shall decompose at the feet of it;

This is the final service I shall provide before I disappear for ever;

With no limbs how to travel such distance my lord!”  

That autumn, they say the autumn wind had blown to carry the leaf to its tree and then away from it, away far away, from the tree;

Say it a coincident, or say that may we not know, but every effort we put is noticed by some authority;

That Autumn, They Say the Autumn Wind Had Blown

II Om Namo Bhagawate Vasudevaya II

An autumn came with a leaf that hesitated to follow the season’s wind;

The leaf was dried, yet so stubborn;

Enticing in it’s divinely shade of golden sun, the curls in the leaf were taking some different direction;

Dried the leaf was, it had least flexibility, but see the guts in it that it stands against the wind;

It had left its tree, left the branch, the youth had left it and it was only to mix with soil, yet see the guts in it and its will;

The wind knows no such drills, from the start of universe it has always flown in the nature’s rule;

But who shall make this solitary leaf understand the nature’s rule?
 Perhaps it believes that an ant can swim an ocean if its will is pure and true;

The autumn king was passing by and the leaf was struggling against the wind; 

Came near the king to hear something that the leaf was murmuring;

The leaf was saying:

“O! Lord, on the tree you gave me a secured life;

I had to do my work and had a place to stand;

 Came rain, came summer or winter, I had my place to stand;

Now, I lost my green, I have turned yellow;

They say I have reached divinity and I don’t need to stand;

Wind will carry me and finally I shall be one with the soil;

But before all these, I shall return to my tree once and ask it, was I able to give my service to my best?

If I was, I shall flow with the wind and if I could not have satisfied my tree, I shall decompose at the feet of it;

This is the final service I shall provide before I disappear for ever;

With no limbs how to travel such distance my lord!”  

That autumn, they say the autumn wind had blown to carry the leaf to its tree and then away from it, away far away, from the tree;

Say it a coincident, or say that may we not know, but every effort we put is noticed by some authority;