Intertwined

subtle sun, lead her

down untrodden path of time.

ah! berries in wait.

Autumn’ or ‘fall’ marks the beginning of falling temperatures and the sun starts it all. Autumn is a precursor to winter a season that often restricts ones’ movements due to biting cold. So too is the autumn in ones’ life a precursor to the winter of old age an age when many of us tend to get confined to our home, our family .

In the autumn of life we tend to be more subtle, more sober like the rays of the sun and as each day passes by, we walk down the untrodden path of time getting closer to the winter of life. In this we are not alone. There are millions of others of different ages going through the same process, just like the berries- some ripe, some raw and some in between the two neither ripe nor raw. We are the berries ,the leaves our path and the subtle rays of the sun falling on the leaves are the hands that leads us forward on our journey of life  as we move from middle age to old age.

This entry is a part of a haiku contest held at Write Tribe .The prompt is the photo given above the haiku.

Cry of Mother Earth

Dear friends out there,

Nature is a great administrator. She loves, she cares. She gives , she takes. She caresses yet lashes when she's had enough. She is mighty, mightier than we Human beings. She is stern and does not tolerate any nonsense.Yet, we take her for granted. Forget that the day she decides to teach us a lesson, no one can save us. Forget a lesson we've learnt when young i.e, " When Man fails Nature steps in." My first post is a poem which I wrote the day the Monsoon set in over Kerala (India) . 

Kerala also known as "God's Own Country" is a place known of its scenic beauty, abundant water resources and moderate climate . However, the past few years have seen things taking a turn for the worse, thanks to unscrupulous elements who go to any extent for personal gains. Hills and hillocks are teared down, paddy fields converted, ponds and pools filled in , rampant sand mining , granite and laterite quarrying are going on unchecked. The three most important elements of our very existence i.e. Air, Water and Earth are polluted. Life is slowly but steadily becoming hell out here. It is in this context I wrote this poem.This I dedicate to Nature & Mother Earth . Here it goes -

Cry of Mother Earth

Yesterday, I was dying to get one drop of the elixir of life

My throat was parched, my body drained,

My skin cracking, my eyes hurting,

Pleading with the heavens to relieve me of my pain.

The heavens taking pity on my plight have sent the rains

My thirst quenched, my eyes soothed,

My skin is healed, my body filled with life again

Today, I am relieved of my endless pain

But fear I of the months to come

For once the rains do go away

I am

At the mercy of the Men

Forget they it is I who supply them the elixir of life

Unscrupulously they do bleed me to the very last

Pollute me with their dirty waste

Go digging deep into my heart

Forget that I too cry in pain

Yearn for just a bit of care,

A bit of love,

A bit of air.

Relieve me of your dirty waste.

Stop digging unscrupulously into my heart

Let the rivers flow happily over me

Let dense forests plant their roots in me

A Happy Me is A Happy You

An Unhealthy Me is an Unhealthy You

So wake up when there is still time to go

Or else time will lash at you before you know.