CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY


CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY

 

On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

 In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…

Do not wither !


Do not wither
O! season of unison!
Wait until,
I meet my love!

Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
clouds
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
sometime more
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…

 

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Spring-meadow

 


The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.

A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls

In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
and doubt…
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines

The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…

the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….

Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…

Tis’ your journey


tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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journey-begins

In Solitude, I hear !


Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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Happy_Solitude_by_Manwathiell

 

 

The Veins of Aim!


flutters the winged ,

flaps them freely,

thou heart!

your zeal to fly high reverberates!

 

like the young butterfly

out from a cocoon,

excited is thou,

to mingle in the blue…

 

on flowers to dance,

in flowing stream to play,

beneath trees to rest

on paths to trail…

 

thou heart ! you leap and jump

to reach the zenith

in seconds to come!

go forth ! move ahead!

fill your zest in the

veins of your aim!

 

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Births a new age!


She fights her battle like a valiant warrior

sporting a new robe of courage .

guarding off herself with a rapier glazed

slashes the nonsense and babble

shedding the dead old skin .

yet unlike the rest, she dares forth

determined,

in her combat with the vagaries

of social metaphor.

 

Her weapon is the most powerful,

,the five and half inch pen

killing millions with a single severe blow

of words…

while

reviving hundreds from the dead chores…

A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion

A neoteric incarnation of a woman

in the dominion of chauvinists…

 

spoke she with humility

pulling the truth that laid beneath the mattress

she shakes the conscience of the slumber,

to lift the losing values of human coherence…

Births a new age,

When a woman is

armed with intelligence

fortified by mental strength

ready to shoulder the task

in a nations’ progress.

 

 

 

Which way you run!


O! FEEBLE HEART

Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…

what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
identities fake…

Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..

When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
Love sublimates…

It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…

 

MUTE LOVE


MUTE LOVE

Perished the leaf
The fresh fluorescent green
That which crowned the royal twig …
Why did it die,
What happened ,asked the passer-by?

Lamented the tree
The orchid flower was her love
She adored the flower throughout her life
yesterday it accidentally got crushed
When a traveler plucked it
and crumpled …

The moment it saw the petals shriveling
The pain of the flower trembling
the little leaf couldn’t withstand
thereby died the next instant.

It was a mute love between the two
tied by bond of unusual love of dew
The drops those covered the orchid petals
slid down to the leaf
through the sepals.

As gift of love
it drank every bead
caressed the drops kissing her feet
breathing the perfume of her love,
The leaf respired every minute…

When the scent got buried in the soil of life
The green leaf too died …


here moves the pen
words emerge ,
an intrinsic art
in an ink of sadness…
as the verse loses its rhythm
the imagery gets tarnished,
caged get the free thoughts
once were they flying birds

dreams of myriad colours
vanish
in darkness of the hue
searches the mind
an inspiration to continue…

moves my pen

scribbles the mind in air

words emerge out of nowhere.