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.
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!
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!
The peacock awaits today for your shower!
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..
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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!
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.
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.
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!
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
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…