The delicate quill


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the delicate quill scribbles
lore of sordid life
amidst the society of racial protagonists and authoritarians
few drops emerge on the paper
red scarlet, yeah ! they are grievous tears
fallen by tormented excruciation.
the words sharp, pierce the autocratic system
which hath remained despotic since ages and years
..will the ink paint the page
and eyes of hypocrites in true colour
wiping away squalid tales
and etching a prognostic message
for mankind and humans…

The Last Breath


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The last breath and the heart sighed
Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made,
through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop
of immortal
falling innumerable times,
often
stuck in between,
With zest I pulled over
off the dark plunging well of loss,
and continued to be strong…

yet today I lie
on the verge of death,
losing pulse,
faltering sense
awaiting the last call…
any minute ,
any instant…

Lips quiver, eyes sunk,
mind halts ,the beats stumble
a chilled touch
send shivers
Lo! I revive
what a miracle!
Sip, I
a drop of nectar …
in a glance of your crepuscle.

DEATH


DEATH
I simmer in the boiling emotions of past
Oh! death ! it isn’t that easy
to sleep in thy arms,
before the world awakens
in duty is immersed my heart.
Would thou ever survive a second
in such life , craving for a glance…
Oh ! death! thou ignorant
of the mortal ways of earth…
how doth you know
the sordidness,
eyes when get wet with reminiscences …
Wrap me with the white linen
of thy warmth,
wait ,
let me furnish the assigned task
there are few minutes left
to be in thy arms!
My son!
Come here, adorn the casket
spread the lilies
Beware!
I fear roses
they prickle my skin…
quietly step near
I sleep in peace…
do not disturb…
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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…

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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Thy! Majesty!


Where wander thy!
The lost prince   of the unbloomed
heart,
deserted who my kingdom,to travel far
awaits the lotus within to blossom
with thy magic wand!

Whose call ,makes the universe rotate
Winds changeth directions
Fish forget to swim and sink in deep
When thy flute resonates.

Soul dances in ecstasy
mind loses its knowledge
Wisdom lights the wick in the mortal
devotion fragrances …

Whose name consecrates the simple beings
His Grace , makes one soar high without wings
Blissful is the momentous moment
When returns to my dwelling,thy majestic prince .

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