The Monk

On a solitary rock

At the point where the three great waters met

A strange man was seen

Clad in ochre robes

Eyes closed and legs crossed, there he was

In deep thought

About the past

And the future

The giant waves started

From the middle of the sea

And came dancing to the shore

They kept pounding on the rocks

Hour after hour

And have been doing so

Since time eternal

And shall keep going on

Long after this body is gone

The sun has risen

It gives its warmth

On its turn

Each drop of water

Shallrise to the sky

And becomes a part

Of the silver clouds

Only to come back as rain

To its origin

The Monk got up

And went on his way.

The Old Man and the Winter

I remember the time when August came along

Bringing with it bright sunshine and a cozy warmth

But as days went by, I saw clouds gathering in the sky

Fall started and my leaves turned a golden hue

People find it beautiful to see

But only I know how hard it can be

The children cheered when the snow arrived

But it pushes me into further gloom

I stand naked exposed to the icy cold life

Bearing it all alone

Staring at the vacant lifeless buildings

I can't wait for my Spring to start

And to blossom with cheer and joy

P.S: Penned long back during my first winter in the USA