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Need is Beauty not Want

stag reflection

All is dark, I can’t see any light here,
All I see is moon’s devil laugh above there,
Suddenly out of my worries, I feel amused,
On my reaction naughty moon feels abused,

Oh yes dear he must be, for what he did to me,
I laughed since he can’t move, just wait and see,
I can’t find light, sure I am very weak due to this,
But I can create fire, to walk through this abyss,

Yet my laugh, my joy all of a sudden is gone again,
Came an old childhood story into my little brain,
Story is quite elegant and simple, full of beauty,
Retell it to all I feel now as my essential duty,

Long back once lived a stag full with sarcasm,
Who only looked at world’s beauty, never the necessity,
Seeing own reflection will praise his beautiful horns,
Cursing his legs at same time, destroying perfect beauty,

Amidst these thoughts he saw wild hounds coming behind,
Ran fast as much he could, took shelter where he could find,
All his beliefs changed, he could saw his legs need,
It were legs that let him from trouble to get rid,

Yet he still was blind towards his beauty, still had pride,
Quickly hounds approached the place, that he used to hide,
He ran again, only to get her beautiful horns stuck into a bush,
He couldn’t escape, it didn’t matter how much he did tried to pull,

See the world the way creator sees O my dear fellows,
Time wouldn’t return back to you once it has gone,
Where you see beauty, see the real beauty of need,
Not the notion of beauty which is sole base of greed.

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My first and probably best story

There was a boy, very brave, very shy, very honest, yet very decisive in his words and actions. He was enjoying mother nature each day, a different and beautiful day. As the time went on he came up near a beautiful garden. Forward he went on into more and more beautiful places, plucking flowers, eating fruits. He kept going on, never looking back even for once, went on with all enjoyments in his mind. With time the boy grew, garden merged in forest, and boy started to realize slowly that all beuty was fading away. He enjoyed beauty but forgot to nurture what comforted him, what gave him joy & happiness. He meets with an angel during these incidents and they were together for a very short span of time, but see the trickery of time everything other than his heart pushed him off into dark forest, far away from his angel. All beauty that was left into boys heart also faded with time in these drastic moments of time. For years he kept seeing misery, pressure, darkness, depression, sorrow and total emptiness. And soon he takes courage and sets off to bring that old beauty back. It wasn’t so easy, and still isn’t. What you sow, so shall you ripe, it became pretty clear to our boy, but our boy was strong, holding a torch of hope in this utter darkness. On his mission to bring beuty back, he finds his angel again. Beutiful than ever, more smarter, most importantly much more caring and loving than she was ever before. Boy doesn’t know in what way she loves him, only thing he is sure about is there are no words in this world that can explain her love, no relation made by any human which has that love, it can’t be just felt from the soul. The angel doesn’t show, neither she will say, her mind keeps telling her heart the opposite way, keeping its voice down, but someday it will come out. While boy’s love is still expressable, all is matter of time, and words of his mind and dreams. If angel’s love isn’t expressable on this earth, boy surely will see it whenever they meet after death. But for now he has to bring that beauty back. If not for his pleasure, its must for his deeds, what he took from angel, which she could have if he had listened to his heart. So boy starts sowing seeds of flowers and fruits, and cutting down weeds and thorns. He will keep doing it, till he can do it, till he has hope that these will grow up and make everything beautiful, till the beauty is back and much more than before. So says the angel that its too late for this, beuty is gone and can’t be brought back. She says so because she cares deeply for boy and can’t see him working very hard on world’s toughest task possible for boy. But boy is rigid on its late but its not too late. He is rigid on bringing back beuty, even if it consumes his whole life. He believes he will succeed because he knows there is still seeds of happiness left inside him to do what he wants and is needed. He knows it was his actions that led angel and him to this situation, and he is responsible to undo what is done in best possible way. As a message for the angel trying to stop him from straining himself, he has took an oath to not take a break untill he gets his job done.

The Beauty

TIt is said, beauty is in admirer’s eyes,
Apparently yes, but it lies in the sight,
Just a glimpes, and it can stop your heart,
Little longer exposure then becomes the luck,
If it is totally subjective,
Lets talk bit of perspective,
Its the sight, Why am i so certain?
Because i have something to entertain,
If it were eye, then what you hate,
if i share same vision, i too hate,
Now thats not case, And how does it matter,
since else, whole world would have been better,
So this beautiful lady, shows our Champ,
Out in dark, there is still a lamp,
That pure beauty, seen never before,
It’s there, shining up, but whom for,
That calming glow on her bright little face,
The light of thousands moons will be even less,
Look from those blue little rounds eyes,
Like Nectar coming onto earth from skies,
Between those eyes, that more than perfect nose,
Seems like two lovers, holding down a rose,
So binding were those pink pretty lips,
Casting a spell, without having to speak,
All pretty things in front of her are so small,
As for such beauty, even angels will fall,
Hear that attractive chirping of birds,
Describing that beauty they are out of words,
Now I am out of words too,
Got a long story to continue,
Near the Champ she comes,
New member of party she becomes.

 

****     This poems initial part is philosophical about beauty, rest is about beautiful lady introduced in my last poem. Also this is last poem of Chapter 1 of Adventures of Champ, i would like to name this chapter as “First Encounter”. Important to note the new character i added goes with name Amore, and sure is the most important character of story, while writing i do place her above Champ, even before i started everything. One can easily guess why, but trust me i have great many things about her hidden, all your guess will eventually prove wrong by last chapter if i get time to write everything. Hint :- Don’t forget Joe. 😛 😀