SATY'S

 Evening skies and butterflies Sinking ships and money heists No more masks with devil eyes Stranger things turning the zeitgeist A year has gone into the past count your blessings if it seemed fast because you were busy or in coma even if its' latter still count them Can past help? can it solve Can we learn and evolve? Wiser men have pondered and the verdict is out I have nothing more to add but just to shout Without memories there is no past A transient state that will ever last  ~Surya The drifter

Carve a face on the wood Stand with a lamp, wearing a hood Chant some hymns, smear some vermilion Spread the news and redo some wrongs A new god is born and gods are jealous Lift a stone, put it on a pedestal Drape a cloth and announce its vestal Crush some lemons, daub some turmeric Spread the news and name it something generic A new god is born and gods are jealous Catch a old man, wrap him in a robe Give him a staff and let him wear a cap Fall on his legs, call him a saint Edit his biography and eliminate parts that can taint A new god is born and gods are jealous See something new, call it miracle Rain is gift from gods not due to water cycle Call this absurdity faith, strengthen you belief Just because you don't want to die in grief Believe in a god, a god is born Just like a centaur or more like unicorn Build your faith and your god will live Spread this belief and your god will thrive With you they stay As long ...

The Spring Time When the autumn turns to spring                  In the nature, bell of happiness rings Every flower gets a visit from honey bee And new green leaves emerge on every tree The brown land turns to green The air again becomes fresh and clean Spring brings us the festival season And we celebrate for this new reason On the barren land, grass begins to grow And down the valley fresh waters starts to flow A new freshness surrounds us And we enjoy it without making any fuss It’s the merriest time of the year Sweet sounds of nightingales fill our ear These days are to rejoice and have fun Among the grasslands we sing and run                                      ...