CRYPTIC

 

CRYPTIC

 

Escaped to nature, spring arrived,

Forgot for a while, gets older,

Refused my heart to obey quiet,

Impetus greenery instills abundantly,

Overwhelmed, my soul confined long,

Chained to bedroom corona specter,

Withdraws quickly, life unshackled,

Lifted quarantines open hill station,

Flocking busy humans for vacation,

Family excited, packing baggage,

Children anxiously wait for the thrill,

Mountain road, white clouds, wait,

Green hills kissing clouds failing,

Like white swan clusters are sailing,

Gentle, docile white clouds portray,

No more thunder-lightning attire,

Magical moments touch magic wand,

Sparkling flooding rivers, how docile,

Glistening sunlight in the morning,

Dazzles gurgling brooks refracted,

Spectral hues steal heart surreal,

Vanishing instantly as if a daydream,

Grazing cattle in grassy fields lazily,

Actors of sweet nature wear colors,

Children wordless at a floral canvas,

Turned nature bridal crimson look,

Silence, visible peace, prevails a lot,

Sooths Tension riddle life cine motion,

Happiness human heart tastes,

Lapped nature willingly invites more,

Come worried soul, let recluse totally,

Disconnect links of my nest high-rise,

Glass-metal walls, multistoried lighted,

Shining floors, mahogany furniture,

Modern living gadgets if dreamy real,

Drawing and bedroom dining place,

Kitchen, bathroom, television stand,

Mini library, desktop computer,

These realities have stolen dear life,

Forced to work, earn money plenty,

Scar of loan still on payments duly,

Opening new expenses for dress,

Purchased brand new car on loan,

Urban life expenses rise horribly,

I was sitting with my family at the hotel,

Evening time on a chair in the garden,

Lost in thought of my nest triggered,

Surprised to watch a bird's nest,

Visible on a tree top near the hotel,

Clearly saw the tiny bird in the nest,

Hanging the nest on a branch swing,

A hole at the bottom, the entrance,

Intricate weaving by dry straws picked,

The marvel was unfolded before me,

No brick, cement, or iron rod is needed,

It was a bird's home with dry sticks,

Well-balanced hanging safely in the rain,

Hangs well in the high wind, lasts long,

Chicks chirp incessant wait mother,

Life in a bird's nest is equal to my home,

Shyly felt my house, I purchased,

Cannot build by myself depends purely,

Simple bird has built a marvel,

Where it learned to weave intricate,

I find differences between human nests,

Greed vulgarly decorates my home,

Bird's nest nature friendly cryptic,

Memorable an evening, it messaged.

 

@ Bijayananda Mishra