The Leap

 

A serpent twined in front of me

Its head hidden, no end to see

As the beast below me wildly roared

Alive again, we hit the road!

As I raced the breeze, it turned to whirly winds

Whizzing past, it seductively singed-

‘Fly! Why take the dust.

Feel the skies, I say you must’

So as the next bend approached,

We bent not and leapt - then downward soared!

I wrenched, I cried, in fear I groaned

The skies shone bright above, I moaned.

It was the end as we know

The burning door to hell below!

Then in a flash, a white stream gushed

And into the currents we were flushed

My hope lost, all spirit drained

I cursed the skies that mockingly rained

The stream I hit ignored my blow,

And coolly carried its onward flow.

Yet, my beastly mate was still determined

And thundered at me for a hundredth time!

Relenting, to its want I rode

This time, over the currents we strode.

As I raced the waters, it turned to rising tides

Standing tall, it convincingly cried-

‘Fly! Why take the rust?

Fight the skies, I say you must’

 

And so as the storm approached,

We blinked not and leapt – then this time, upward soared!

I celebrated, I cried, in laughter I rolled

Over the winds, into the skies we rose.

I have been here for a while now

And from the heavens I see how

The mocking sky and the unyielding beasts

The rivers flowing by and the rising seas-

All wait, for my one leap!

- Gantavya                                                   Photo Credits- Nagaraj

  3rd July 2012

Rise!

I see the great, the prodigious, the true
Reach the heights and towers
And wonder how they scorch the skies,
Blow against the breeze, with supernatural powers.

I see their flight towards might,
Would I reach their heights?
They left their mark and ignited the spark,
That transformed to an eternal pyre.

They did great deeds
To change the face of these worn fields,
They bloomed the blossoms, nurtured the flowers,
Eradicated unwanted weeds.

The flowers have wilt, the fields have rot,
But their fruits taste sweet to me.
The seeds are mine I can’t be mime,
As the clouds and I conspire.

I have the power to generate a shower,
It lies deep within me,
I need to rise to nature’s advice, and sow my seeds,
For its now or never.

I offer my toil,
Flourish the soil,
To reap the unknown bliss,
That the spring upon me shall confer.

I do my best and leave the rest,
Upon thy heavenly power,
For if I rest and hope the best,
It’s my foolish desire.

I know not what the spring beholds for me,
I know not what thou plan for me.
Its bright now, I have to sow,
And offer the droplets upon my brow,
To fly the skies and rise the heights,
What noble men have risen for me!

-Gantavya Sharma

I Wish I Were A Child Forever

I Wish I Were A Child Forever...

A flash of memories in my eyes unfold,

The merry laugh, that gleeful dance,

Those sparkling warm eyes, my heart beholds.

Little days of play, were pure pleasure.

Simple, sweet and honest;

Those childhood times are the ones I treasure.

As the days swept by, the times changed,

Little moments of celebration;

Once everyday, became planned and arranged.

The choice of friends, the questions I asked,

Once fuelled by the heart;

 today weighed by thoughts, hidden and masked.

I remember not last when I liked myself;

I remember not last when I wished nothing to change;

No desire to win, Not running a race;

No expectations, No demons to face.

I wish those days were mine forever,

I wish I never found myself;

If identities found meant hearts lost;

I wish I were a child forever.

I wish I were a child forever.

No One Can Put Numbers To My Dreams

NO ONE CAN PUT NUMBERS TO MY DREAMS!

I dream of the first rain, the deafening sky
I dream of the silence, of a stream flowing by;
I dream of her smile, the twinkle in her eye,
My heart leaps, I have wings to fly!

I dream of a world, not bound in pages;
I seek the wisdom, gathered through ages.
I dream exploring distant lands, distant places;
My eyes no more, can read through lines and spaces.

Assignment, tutorials, endsems they keep,
Of grades, results, recruitment they speak!
Whatever they teach, little ever do we grasp,
I care the least for what they ask.

My dreams soar above this world of mules,
They question my dreams? I care not for fools.
They are but cynics, their vision unclear;
Their dreams blinded, crippled by fear.

Dreams don’t belong here, to this rat race;
Blazing beyond, none can catch their pace.
Dream on! Bring the world at your feet;
Follow your dreams! All odds you shall beat.

Ranking and merit are distant extremes,
One relative the other supreme;
They decide rankings on petty grades,
My merits are powered by His eternal grace.

Then who shall dare put numbers to my dreams?
They can never put numbers to my dreams!
No one can put numbers to my dreams!
No one can put numbers to my dreams!


P.S:

this poem has an uncensored version to it would be posting it up very soon..

If It Is To Be It Is Up To You

This is the longest poetry penned down by me…

But it encompasses the theme of the world’s longest painting which I proudly state to be a part of…

The longest painting by numbers is 599.94 m (1968 ft 3 in) long and was created by 135 Students of the College of Engineering in Pune, India, on 8 March 2008.

The painting is titled "Journey from Evolution to Destruction" and depicts the history of earth.

http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/records/arts_and_media/cartoons_and_animation/longest_painting_by_numbers.aspx


IF IT IS TO BE IT IS UP TO YOU!

This blissful sky, such mystical wonder
Spread far, spread wide, infinite cover
Who hath such blessings upon us showered
My heart thus thinks and ponders

No piece amiss all put in place
All lies in order, perfect harmony, beautiful grace,
This is but a creation of a power unheard
This hand of glory is god our shepherd

His hand carved a universe delightful,
Huge stars, huge galaxies in clusters and clans
He shaped our world our earth beautiful
All worked well all in his plans

Wonder I where it all began
Where life springs eternal how we all were born
God had an artwork, a master plan
To shower his soul in every big every small!

His heart poured, his colors splashed,
Life thus began, thus it all seeded.
Small forms sprung in many a numbers,
They lived for food, they fought hunger.

These forms they grew, they bloomed evolved,
As time ticked newer forms were formed,
Now bigger in size, greater in intellect,
Thus animals evolved better and perfect.

Of all animals god showered one,
With his souls space, to his hearts delight,
This animal of all was God’s closest,
His master plan, it was his might.
Power to think, power to reason,
Power to guide, power to act
He was man-God’s own master plan,
He was man-a perfect work of art.

Man led the world; he was born to lead,
He was God’s savior for horses and mules,
God lent him powers to guide and breed
Man was God under God’s rule.

God smiled as his creations blossomed
God looked upon as man flourished
Man progressed by leaps, progressed by bounds
God loved man; His art work He cherished.

Man moved, man travelled he developed cultures,
Egypt, Greece, and Asia he reached,
 Different tongues, different ethnics, and different traditions they nurtured.
Different God’s they followed, different God’s they preached.

He questioned, he reasoned, upon answers he pressed,
With science his aid, his thirst he quenched.
His life now easy the world progressed,
Newer horizons he flew, newer laurels he clenched.

Music that brought his soul solace,
Dance that brought him pleasure,
Gave his life a meaning to live,
In a culture to cherish, a culture to treasure.

Mental strength, physical prowess,
Determination, grit and honor,
 Achieved he through sports and games;
A true test of skills, a true test of power.

Man developed, yet small he grew,
His heart shrunk, his mind untrue,
His greed his need he urged for more,
Walls he built, beyond self, he thought no more.

Love withered, peace died,
Battles fought, millions cried.
A land where once lush valleys bloomed,
Was doomed by bloodshed, rancor and gloom.




Every blade that struck sent searing pain,
Through God our savior’s soul;
His eyes wept by sights of shame,
Horror filled He groaned:

‘my very own blood today,
Has risen arms against itself,
Are these the dreams I had foreseen?
Are these the children I created myself?

My children I created thou,
To care for creations big and small;
I endowed thee with powers now,
That would never let my kingdom fall.

My dreams thou shattered in my face,
My creations ruined by your race;
Pollution causing rivers to dry,
Naïve mute beasts on the brink to die.

 Ice that frost on the Himalayan slopes,
Would melt some day and ruin your hopes;
The smoke that rises from the chimney high,
Would bid someday your child goodbye.

Rise my child to the beckon call,
Let not my kingdom fall;
Yours is the time, today is you,
If it is to be, it is up to you.

Change your future, make a life,
For happiness, glory struggle and strive;
Let tomorrow be a glorious day,
A bright tomorrow comes from a bright today.

So pledge all to let love flow,
So love all till hearts glow;
Because yours is the time,
If it is to be, it is up to you!
-GANTAVYA