I AM POVERTY


I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of  supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!

THE COMMON MAN !


What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival?
What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition?
Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms?
Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin?
 
The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism
Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours?
 
Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly
When shall his inner voice scream for justification…?
 
Shall a crusade ever start
within the hard core shell of man
wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker
 Of different genres , of different dispositions
 Tis the mankind which suffers…
offspring of whom we are …
lost,stranded and
 forgotten.
 
 
 
 
 

Flight!


 

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O ! flying bird !

where doth you perch

beyond the majestic mountains

flows the immaculate ocean of love…

where doth you play

amongst the flora and fauna

the elegant lotus awaits

your transformed persona…

Thousand petals will bloom

when you fly  within

touching the horizon  and diving deep

 

O! Thundering clouds!


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O ! thundering clouds!

shower ! rain thy selfless love today!

in pain dances the alluring peacock…

amidst the jungle ,camouflaged

restless is its heart and the storming weather!

gazing at the grey clouds above

it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle

tired feet ,ache

as endless,becomes the  terpsichore…

The salve to the dreary feet

whilst it moves to the lilting tunes

is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!

Rain !

The peacock awaits today for your shower!

Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words– SOLITARY TRAVELER


Contemplation

Contemplation

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As a solitary traveler , I gazed at the whole panorama,the world beyond the overlooking horizon seemed far off. The path of pursuit ,the road to success had been a lonely one which laid back many friends and created several foes.

As I walked through the frosty fields on the wintry days, I fought against the chilblains which numbed my senses.

Had it been a regular path , my acquaintances would have been always around,supporting,criticizing and mocking at my ventures. Yet this was something different, the efforts had started showing up and more when I stood here atop this mound alone under the blue heaven.

Till my eyes could perceive,the landscape offered beautiful and an enchanting view,one of the rarest of mother earth and this life. But amidst this wonder of human life, I stood alone facing the chilling winds piercing my cheeks and bones with its splendor and character.

Does everyone who tries to get success or who walks on a different path stands alone,thought my soul?

The world works in a certain way and whoever chooses to traverse a path which hasn’t been much travelled, scorning eyes and mean looks scrutinize your decision and intention.

Hardly anyone realizes that noble thoughts and ideas can ever persuade anyone to opt for the most ideal path for the perfect destination.

Success brings everything and yet leaves every hand that was held once,is a common saying.

But this is in case of people who have cared more for their ambition and goal rather than everyone around.

For the ones, who are focused with their aim ,yet care for the welfare of mankind of one and all,can never remain alone. Such people shall have the inspiration and encouragement always behind them in form of  words of the loved ones and the presence of good wishes.

So here I stand ,alone or in solitude?

I wonder what is true,

Do I have the wishes of one and all

or am I , the lone traveller

treading on the path of life

dispersing seeds of love and affection.

My destination far off,

One I hath reached…

The real peak lies far ahead

to where I  walk  with more determination..

Weekly Writing Challenge: 1,000 Words.

Contemplation

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PETALS


 
Unfurled petals as they seem,
The curved lashes black and shining,
Who prevent the deluge
to the brim…
 
cupping up the falling drops of destiny…
with every cascade of the fall,
breaks the delusion and fallacy
to let the sublime stream flow
without inhibition…
 
thy petals ! herald
the advent of spring,
the fall and rains  behind lay stranded,
they embrace the fragrance
of the bouquet
brought with winds of the mist!
 
 

RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL


When the auburn setting sun fainted

I dipped in the shades of reminiscences

flew the sprightly dancing birds

Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…

Unlike the human who leaves

ne’er turns and looks back

The scent of the nostalgic dust

Of thy motherland

although when  fills the nostril

of the wetted eye…

How hath the colour changed  of the sky

I watch the clouds move

from the place where I once dwelt

to  newer horizon…

long  years  ripens the hair

white silver streak visible

yet awaits the native soil

re tread of the same feet

which has lost the path

under the blue firmament.

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NOBLE PROFESSION


Classy chose few embellished dreams
They signify the status and reach
impractical and hard to decipher
The nomenclature of the modern day objective.
 
What fuss the jargons create thus
 piling with verbiage
 leaving aside rectitude and veracity
with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals
announces the widely acclaimed aspiration.
 
Preferred if, another idyllic venture
Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension
assumes the widespread then
there doesn’t exist any such profession.
 
In servitude of mankind thus
to render free expression in form of few precious words
which reveal the  candor  of self
to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity…
is my chosen noble profession.
 
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Like a fountain !


Like a fountain of selfless love
I dispersed the atoms of life
emptying my heart
filling yours every time…
 
immersed in the gigantic hugeness
of thy persona
I shyly stood in the shadow
of being humble to the divine.
 
What is of me ! I ne’er cared
for  loved ones I died and cared,
Spray ! eternal fountain
thy shower of fragrant mist
infuse in me the strength and
endurance to sustain!
 
 
 
 

WINGS OF CEASELESS LOVE !


Ya!

that’s what I seemed to love…

the fluttering wings of the flying wonders

brightly coloured, crafted exquisitely

yellow patches in auburn imagery,

a little imago loves to dance

when the lovely breeze

sways by chance!

 

Behold! gorgeous tiny

beings on earth

the wondrous butterflies

flying over…

 

Have you ev’r come across

their melodious  humming song

or heard the flickering pulsating beats ,

descant of their lost ardor

or frozen shreds on leaves along!

 

They too… long for the flame of amor

the intense passion ,

craving to encircle the kindled one

inspite of possessing the

magnificence to mesmerize

 yet they burn in the fire

of undying unrequited love…