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
Awaken O! humans,
who slumber through the life
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,
O! inhuman souls …
The world awaits you… in despair.
Lie down , on the soft green grass. The silken carpet is spread for you for you to rest on the cosy emerald with ease and comfort … The gardener tonight watered the weeds Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet.., How much he cares , Do you realize… He snipped off the rough edges while you sleep… Open your eyes , absorb the beauty.. The vast sky spreads its arms with care… The gardener awaits … till you wake up… a thousand flowers embrace your season… with ravishing dew drops will the jewels shine… your soul and heart forgets There is a gardener to water, The Garden of your life!
It’s a dream ,
A simple wish
Neither jewels fancy me
Nor the glitter of being rich…
As a tiny colourful bird,
I want to wing my feathers
Spreading in the open air
To hover over the colourless ocean…
Clipped , chained,
I lay in tethers
In the dark abyss
The dust of nostalgia
Suffocating my nostrils…
From ages , restrained I am
Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,
Oh! Who doth seen ,
The blood that oozes
When Iam strangled within my shelter…
Buried beneath the fire ablaze
Watch the smoke moving high
Kisses it ,the clouds white…
I await…to be born again..
from the ashes of the pyre…
Like a phoenix ..of modern times.
Beneath the grey shawl
I still shiver and tremble,
It shrouds my figure
Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.
Sparingly I look up
Or try to search
The tattered shawl needs a mend
Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.
With a needle of courage
A thread of hope
I hide the patch and refurbish
It’s a new wrap in possession
The old torn is nowhere…
Water wont seep in
through the pores of this mantle ever…
within the closed eyelids
lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering
whose shimmer shines like thousand stars
amidst the deep forest or even in dark….
like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel
the bud of dream ,lives to dream
as cluster of pearls precious
it gathers moments transitory.
like an evanescence of fragrant oils
which fill the senses with richness
the infinitesimal dream
diffuses in our breathe!
I burnt the effigy of the old customs Is it a sin, amidst the snowy chilled world Iam standing, Grant me thy courage to withstand And forbear the ransom That which strangles my existence…. I , born to be thus, A silent crusader, A life long fighter, What shall then stop my battle… behold, I watch the world mutely, beware! my ink screams with utmost intensity! The pen dwells through my veins narrating the tale of agony and miseries! does the splendid ink speak of glory or stories magnanimously told as lie! whatever it echoes , it shall resonate the sordid reality of mankind!