In the backyard of her mind’s garden Where grew thousand lilies On ransom were few flowers… may be some Desires unseen… Oh! She knew it wasn’t easy She struggled all through to barter her dreams Breathing some fresh air she stumbled intermittently While the rocky terrains kept throwing obstacles in between… Now,what next?She kept thinking “Do I win, or I lose am I on the right way or the wrong my soul away on an exile what’s the predicament I tried again, I tried my best... I will again until finally I’m put to sleep in the grave Thence shall the soul rest" Until the pen has inscribed thoughts Until the sky has been painted red Until the sea sings my lore Until the river takes my breath to it’s door until few daisies sprung on the soil of her garden Until the veins have drop of blood to shed…
I can’t let it die
The solitary poetic sigh
Which breathes in minute pauses
Betwixt the gaps of worldly duties and entangled chores
Neither let it suffocate in the fumes of intoxicating insecurities
Nor allow the pangs of survival and existence wipe the ethereal pastels
Those vernacular treasures fastened securely in caskets of thoughts
Transform as they rise and glow as embers in the sky to twinkle till ages eternal.
O! the figments of woven dreams,where is thy home,
who weaves the intricate motifs
of emotions and feelings,
O! fanciful dreams,where doth you take the mind,
that palace in the heaven above, it isn’t home of mine?
O! vagaries of thought, where rusheth you to the end,
the terrain is rough and steep is the bend…
O! illusive desires of the heart, which way you runneth
the silvery cascade ahead , is the mirage of unreal claims…
O!soulful heart, sing thy song of chimera
which unveils the whimsies of every confused human of this era!!!
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…