As I sat on my woody perch,
Among the bales of hay,
Waiting eagerly
For the end of another sunny day,
I saw the fading daylight
Filtering through the canopy of trees,
And watched patiently
The home-coming of the ill fated bees.
On the west horizon, The tyrant sun
was reduced to a mere smear,
And the anxiety rose in me,
As I saw it disappear.
Suddenly there was blackness
All over, in the farms,
In the barns,
In all the wild wilderness.
My wait was over -
What was about to unfold
In the wild and the untame,
Was what I longed for -
Twas an extraordinary game.
Like always,
The 'Beasts' were first to arrive,
Oblivious to the fact, that
At the end of the game,
It may not survive.
In the moonlit night
Their fur shone brightly,
As they glided along the wilderness
E'er so slightly.
Hunting for bees, and nibbling on comb
With it's paws - sharp and strong,
Hoping to feed with it
The Young Cub - tugging along.
Saving the stares of the uncouth beasts,
Crawled in the hindsight, an unwelcome guest.
He was The Predator Of The Beasts,
Handsomely dressed in a kilt and a vest.
Bears in his focussed mind,
And eyes full of tempest,
He had to make his Kill
Before the moon went down in the west.
The three metal studs in his belt
Were all that shone in the dark;
To conceal that too,
He made his refuge behind the thickest bark,
And from his shelter, he looked upon
The bear and the cub who larked.
And held his movement and his breath
To make hiss presence unharked.
His dagger dangling from his belt,
He pranced to make his kill.
Alas! he couldn't 'cause
He froze as if taken ill.
Dumbstruck
Astounded
Spellbound
By the beauty and the flair
Of the fur and tails
Of the beasts that shone so bright,
With his eyes popping
And jaw dropping
He stood there all night.
The distance never neared
As if 'twas the light of their fur
That he feared.
He watched them growing faint
And felt himself becoming frail,
The last to leave the sight
Was the brightest of all -
The Cub's Tail.
It's almost dawn and
It seems the game is over.
But something tells me,
He'll look for vengeance from the beast,
Lest, again, the beauty bowls him over.
Among the bales of hay,
Waiting eagerly
For the end of another sunny day,
I saw the fading daylight
Filtering through the canopy of trees,
And watched patiently
The home-coming of the ill fated bees.
On the west horizon, The tyrant sun
was reduced to a mere smear,
And the anxiety rose in me,
As I saw it disappear.
Suddenly there was blackness
All over, in the farms,
In the barns,
In all the wild wilderness.
My wait was over -
What was about to unfold
In the wild and the untame,
Was what I longed for -
Twas an extraordinary game.
Like always,
The 'Beasts' were first to arrive,
Oblivious to the fact, that
At the end of the game,
It may not survive.
In the moonlit night
Their fur shone brightly,
As they glided along the wilderness
E'er so slightly.
Hunting for bees, and nibbling on comb
With it's paws - sharp and strong,
Hoping to feed with it
The Young Cub - tugging along.
Saving the stares of the uncouth beasts,
Crawled in the hindsight, an unwelcome guest.
He was The Predator Of The Beasts,
Handsomely dressed in a kilt and a vest.
Bears in his focussed mind,
And eyes full of tempest,
He had to make his Kill
Before the moon went down in the west.
The three metal studs in his belt
Were all that shone in the dark;
To conceal that too,
He made his refuge behind the thickest bark,
And from his shelter, he looked upon
The bear and the cub who larked.
And held his movement and his breath
To make hiss presence unharked.
His dagger dangling from his belt,
He pranced to make his kill.
Alas! he couldn't 'cause
He froze as if taken ill.
Dumbstruck
Astounded
Spellbound
By the beauty and the flair
Of the fur and tails
Of the beasts that shone so bright,
With his eyes popping
And jaw dropping
He stood there all night.
The distance never neared
As if 'twas the light of their fur
That he feared.
He watched them growing faint
And felt himself becoming frail,
The last to leave the sight
Was the brightest of all -
The Cub's Tail.
It's almost dawn and
It seems the game is over.
But something tells me,
He'll look for vengeance from the beast,
Lest, again, the beauty bowls him over.
6 comments:
oh mee gosh! ...if u wrote that...u're good !... it's fantastic!.. keep writing..
bear bear reado! Awefum!
Hi Apurva,
Read all your posts....ur writing is deep and profound undoubtedly and as it appears as a reflection of several spheres it definitely leaves a mark ....
i know not much..but the "good overpowering the evil" thought that is well narrated here takes me nearer to the festive occasion that will hit W.Bengal soon in the coming days....thanks for setting the mood once again...
may b u had some other intention/idea to give to ur readers but i interpreted it that way and i am happy about it...good going...
Thanks, to all of you, for the appreciation and encouragement.... Really means a lot!
@ Nidhi and Viraj
I like the fact that i get such "FAN-Types" comments keep em coming. Wouldnt mind if there is critique either.... if there is something you dont like... i expect to know it!
@ Priya
The idea of my posts (more importantly, the verses) so that everyone puts it in their own perspectives! Glad to know i have a sincere and ardent reader in you!!!
Cheers
"He'll look for vengeance from the beast,
Lest, again, the beauty bowls him over."
love the end! :)
I know what you are talking about now...:) Beautifully written...Find the imagination behind the writing even better...Keep writing please...:) An undiscovered star maybe? :P
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