ADIEU!


Who knoweth the serrated pangs

of the piercing of poisoned dart

Alas! it pierced and pierced.

That nostalgia of the suffocating breath

memories flash in  visuals

history held the pen in hand

 bleed the pages…

prior being written.

the shrill and softness of the yearn

the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,

drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops

as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…

Brush, I aside the reason,

why and what for,should such happen,

isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,

blind how can be then a soul of reason…

wounded which my existence by charring words

turning me to ash,

…ablaze my integrity and conscience…

I sunk in oblivion

Knoweth not the world

neither can e’er

wish I, the sun dawns

when the ephemeral second arrives

stand when we across…and the mirror shines

Till then thou ! and me shall remain away

from the clutches of time…

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On that perch!


O! The singing herald

chirp on that perch

which awaits the sunshine

and seeks hope…

on the branch emerged few new leaves

tender  and fluorescent green…

no, it still isn’t that strong enough

to hold the nest of life,

yet it remains unbent and straight

in days of storm and strife…

Withering season marked the place

the ground beneath showed the fall

songs of different hues

echoed

when the sky again turned blue…

Thou! singing herald

sprinkle thy blissful voice

on that perch

anticipates which with diligence and patience

fighting odds of tenacity

with dedication and devotion.

 

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Fanaticism


while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…

Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.

worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?

 

AGE


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Age gracefully as, the day
transforms which beautifully
into  twilight
ripens the sky with different hues
while  breeze gets pleasant at dusk
after being sultry ,
mature thus like the day which
merges with  darkness of night silently
awaiting for the new morn to be dawned
sleeping in its arms gently !

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…

Let her sleep!


LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep

Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…

sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!

Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!

 

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Plough thy field!


Plough thy field ,
O! restless mind,
barren is thy land
make it fertile…
rake up the soil
undug the earth
freshen thy surface for the sow…
spread the seeds of the enchanting name
Whose utterance will lift your veil
O! ignorant mind,
cultivate thy land
let the virtuous arrive
till then thy senses,
recite the song
of the majestic creator,
The Supreme one
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