God speaks in many ways His means and manners Mysterious they are, too many Yet He speaks non-stop. The mean to grasp and decipher He placed in man, in his brain Suturing the mind with spirit Every attempt made by Him to speak to us.
His languages are many Too many to mention nor to comprehend Beyond the incomprehensible, He lies still Yet He chooses to communicate His will to man. From the ocean depth and wild rivers Through the waves and the ripples from rivers The living creatures therein He speaks to us in many colors and shapes.
Rising high on earth The mountains and hills stagnant He majestically sanctions His language And, proclaims the grandiose of creation. The trees of different species Of big and small, short and tall The little plants and the tiny grass His gesture He carries through them all.
The animals on this vast earth And those which sojourning the atmosphere above The worms in the earth and the beetles in the tree trunk Reflect His ingenuity, a language simply subtle. The murmurs of the wind This chants a soothing melody The light and the heat of sun and moon All speaks the language of Him.
Among the changing seasons And, amidst rain and shine God speaks to us in myriad colors Like the serenity of autumnal moment. Through tsunamis, earthquakes and typhoon God speaks too, with gigantic energy In destruction and reconstruction He speaks loud Yet, humankind deciphers them differently.
The flutter of butterfly wings The darting of cobra's tongue The strength of an elephant In them all, He engages with His words. He speaks and speaks Among humankind, He speaks the most Through various gestures, expressions and movements Hardly have we realized that He is speaking non-stop.
He speaks in death He speaks in birth He speaks to us He speaks for us Think not that He speaks not His languages, He speaks unceasingly.
Thinking back the good old days When life was a heavenly play Between school and home Between movies and friends Between food and games.
Reminiscing the olden ways and plays Freedom of the rural fraternity Flowed liberally from one person to another Intermittent pains provided hope for bliss Homework was a nuisance Teachers were nagging hells School was a playground And, classrooms were filled with fun.
Ambitious indeed each and everyone in the class To become everything possible Yet without nearing the books And, completing homework Hopes and ambitions ran high Only to be whisked away with poor results.
Life was then a heavenly play With butterflies to catch and grasshoppers to chase Climbing trees and jumping into the mining pools Kites to fly high, and ball to play soccer Game of hockey and badminton escaped not Our goal to be champion of the champions With least efforts, and no pain at all.
The hills of green and the forest in the valley The wilderness embraced everything wild including us, Running around playing hide and seek in the rain While catching the glinting raindrops With friends, cousins and many others unknown as well.
The life then was a life different I knew well what I was But not what I am.
