Oxford Handset nay, am God’s clay !

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Oh! am  god’s clay

soft , tender, smooth

yet can be brittle and tough at times

nay, I ain’t hail

from the breed

of proud ,haughty misnomers

who sparsely realize a drop

of tear worth…

neither they hath seen the

gory of dead or

the dreaded hunger

yet epitomize

words ..larger than life

social and palpable

..they have mugged the

Oxford handset

decks which every word as treasure

alas! never could their heart get drench

in the tragic rain of worries under the

shrouded

rain coat of superficial fashion..

DEMISE

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In the catacomb

lies the book

undusted,flipping pages

across

folds of time…

in sepulcher

rest myriad thoughts

buried emotions

locked inside the heart’s vault’

in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh

they lived weltered

amidst the scallop of mess…

kabbalistic

the epitaph on the stone

reclines in slumber

the manuscript.

A SACRED DISPOSITION

 

looked up, an old fragile flower
gazing at the wide azure
savvying for a drizzle
which perhaps
could
rejuvenate its trembling veins…
in an instant
vanishes, the evanescence
in the zephyr
“O! don’t take ages ..cries the
soul…
in more anguished pain…
suffocates the last breath
here , I strangulate .”

for long I had been
away from thy shelter
sneaking out of thine refuge
warping on false slumbers…
atrophied my stature
besotted I remained,
as the power of free will
diminishes ,
the mind emaciated…
Awhile the orphic shower cleanses
my deepest caverns…
let my petals secrete
at thy humble feet
the good , bad and evil
in a sacred disposition…

Here starts the “New Year”

Dear friends,

And here starts another year awaiting new horizons, new dreams and aspirations. So with a pinch of zest lets welcome this new dawn.

Wishing you all a very happy new year.

I climb onto the hill of patience

with a pinch of courage and determination

the gusty ,rowdy winds of destruction

in solitary nights

hell bent to break my twig of faith

amidst the air of depression

whence chokes my throat with

tears of emotion…

…Halt I , for seconds

gaze at the impossible structure,

beyond the colossal mountain wherein

lies the orchard  of my joy  and exhilaration.

with a stroke of red ,full of zest

on the canvas of azure

I walk persistently

unfailingly

unstoppingly

until I reach the

garden of my desires.

Flap the wings harder !

 

What’s next, cries the heart

which colour of sky shall

the eyes perceive,

 wrath of scarlet or

peaceful azure…?

 

flees the life of soul

faraway in the lap of hills,

in dense forests ,

lost in green…

where a ray of light cannot pierce

how would you find me,

world,

here I hide

amidst the woods unknown,

better than

 lives seen…

 

In dark,I won’t shiver,

although the eeriness  will echo

crickets, bees, wild beasts

in their kingdom I roam.

 

none to rule, or proclaim

my clipped wings hurt in pain

years in the cage golden ,

stripped my strength

I wish to fly again…

Here I come

free I soar,

flap the wings harder , O soul!

 

COURAGE

stormy night
roaring wind
thundering sky
blurred sight…
afar a
flickering light
tries to remain ablaze
…
as the courageous one
who stands firm
even in sordid weathers…
fights continously
against the waves!

Illuminate the darkened chamber!

Amidst the cacophony of worldly duties
loses one,
peace frantically…
paranoid gets the existence
with the disturbed surroundings…

How to remain tranquil
within the chaotic frame,
confused,
amidst the withered bloom of children
and tinkling sound of the pennies near
amongst the cold blooded souls of human race
lost and stranded ,stands the lonesome ,
with a sad wear!

deviate the eddy currents
Those which confuse and trample…
instill the seeds of faith and hope 
on the mowed earth
awaken thy sleeping form 
enkindling the wick of courage
illuminate the darkened chamber
to brighten the world forever.

Rise , Rise & Rise!

From the gravels of the earth to the surface of the mantle,

Screams and demands every particle of dust,

Enough is enough!

Stop the turmoil and killings

That spreads throughout the air of pollution,

Hovering over the intoxicated breath

Of men,women and children,

crushing the delicate shrubs of innocence

What is this mayhem for!

Halt for a moment! Think !

does your heart really wants this?

close your eyes,feel the terror…

That which appears in a dying man feeble,

War, violence and royal feuds,

Wake up people! Wake up nations!

Is this a place which you have dreamt for ever!

Weapons, explosions have deafen the ears

atrocities of bloodshed …contaminate the

…atmosphere,

Awaken O! humans,

who slumber through the life

…in despair,

Kindle a flame in every heart of the sphere

sing and march against the deathly obscure

Rise, Rise , & Rise

It’s the Sunrise,

Let the golden rays dawn on earth

with a new hope and conviction,

Be humans!

O! inhuman souls …

The world awaits you… in despair.

Story by a birdie!

Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,

I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,

A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,

Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.

 

The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud

In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang

“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight

from a gush of wind,

a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the

whole tree!!!

“What use the power and the vigour,

that is afraid of minute things

The heart inside trembles and shivers

 on every instantaneous scene.”

 

 “I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,

When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,

yet I build the straw house ..

with patience and smile…

what makes the powerful man

then sit like a loser and moan in pain

 …while he lost few pounds by chance…

And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.

 

When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched

 Sometimes slip and fall  from the nest

 their determination and courage makes them fly

to a safer place to be in peace….

 

“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree

He has got strength, brain and power to

use and rebuild …

What for he cries and what for he screams,

He is his own creator,

He ,who can build his own destiny.”

 

ARTIFACT !

 

 

In the burning ashes that lie scattered

are embers of the soulful desires

glow they for a second

when a breeze kisses them ,even if they are on pyre!

 

Amidst the grey powdered dust

stand  as heat of passion

raindrops extinguish their flame

but the intensity evokes the fire…

 

Watch the rolling stones

The gorgeous rubies round

in the grey sapphires

creating an exquisite artifact

that shall withstand weather of every ages!

 

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