January 20, 2018

The Miracle

Let these fruitless days pass
Let the futility surpass  
Let a beautiful soul awaken
To prove the truthfulness
Beyond the world of hypocrisy,
Let the living mankind arise
To light the dying soul...
Let the numbness of mundane shatter
Let the faith be reborn,
Let the rainbow colour the sky
After gloominess of hopelessness...
Let the dreams of joy come true,
Let the miracle emerge!

Butterflies Flutter in the Wrong Season!

Wounded to the core
Know not the medicine
Nobody is reason
Malignant disease of desire
Grows to destruct day by day
Still sensibility holds the rein
Never felt so weak and timid
Dare to even face the illness
That holds life from the death
The irony lies there!

Malignancy of the benign virus is cruel:
Memories are reviving 
Butterflies are fluttering 
Heartbeats are darting 
Jitters are all over now and then!
Many times reasons fade away 
Anxious impulses drive through
Just for a wink and a smile
At times, reason strongly injects 
A giant needle of reality 
To put the sickness down...

Genuinely, the ride has never been smooth;
Sadly, the driver takes all the wrong turns.
At the end, falling from the cliff is sure!
Truly, resisting the journey is hell...
Going with the wind will tear the soul apart.
Annoyingly, there is no right or wrong;
Yet, the social limitations are too strong.
Every time, ending up in impossiblity is the trend!
Why can’t for once things go right?!?

December 11, 2017

The Story of a Vulnerable Vulture

A vulture everyday visits a dark woods,
To decipher the mystery of the forest,
He never tries to enter once, 
Sits for years to pull the courage,
He scares to his bones to try all alone, 
He witnessed none entering alone,
Many birds chirp around him,
In the wide-spread meadow
Lies before the forest...
Every bird thinks he sits there to scare them away;
He cares too less about the birds
Flock in the meadows;
He wonders if any bird joins him to enter,
He has seen many pairs of birds fly in and fade away,
But as years pass, the pairs have been reduced,
Or even interested in the woods, 
They are timid and temporary...
The vulture dares none but beholds the beauty 
Of the crooked and complicated darkness inside the woods!

A few years ago he wasn't a vulture,
He was a beautiful peacock,
With pride and power,
A bird took him to the meadows
And showed him the forest,
As he was dreaming to explore the forest with her,
She took another bird and flew pass over him,
Into the woods!
Now the peacock lost its scherzo,
Plummeted to a vulture,
Withered all his colorful plumage...
Wore strong and cruel outlook,
He dares to harm a living being,
There he perches hiding all his vulnerability,
With the hope of entering the forest,
He can never be one among the flock,
Having fun at the meadows...
He is one of a kind -
Believes the forest holds better life!

December 2, 2017

Forbidden Boundless Beauty

A Lotus roots in the mire,
With all knots and mess,
Believing the world is so entangled and dark,
Until a ray hits the surface,
 She is awestruck!
Fights through her stalks, 
To witness the wonder, 
She reaches out, 
To the flawless plain water,
To the beauty of the peaceful world;
She falls in love with the ray,
For pulling her out,
For giving her eyes!
She blushes out in pink,
Opened up petal by petal,
Dreaming she can be one with the Sun,
She is all bloomed up to join hands with him;
Brooding melancholy of reality awakens her up...
He is always far beyond her reach! 
Sadly, she can't change the way she feels,
Even after knowing the differences and distance,  
She gives all her might to just see him shine,
She withers out with no regret,
Seeing her forbidden boundless beauty!

November 12, 2017

A Rendezvous

After a decade,
Happened to meet a student,
Astonished to be addressed as 'Madam'
It sounded so different!
 With an outlook never looked to be a 'Madam',
Felt too odd to encounter a student 
Yet, it is not about the outlook,
It is about the trace of true and naïve passion.
The weird memory dusts off all naughty and unruly faces,
But not the studious average student's face!
 He didn't even give a second thought,
Immediately a heart-felt smile spreads all over his face.  
He spent hardly 50 hours as a freshman,
He is a grown-up man now,
An IT shark in the corporate ocean,
Yet, he is so studious and respectful!
After the rendezvous,
The regret of losing the passion engulfs...
Being an unforgettable face in hundreds of people,
Feels so good! 

October 10, 2017

A Noose of Passion

Stepped out of college a dozen year ago,
With eyes full of dreams, 
With heart full of passion, 
To impart,
To change a few lives,
To learn everyday,
To be with youth forever;
Did grab a noose to the dream!
 For a couple of years,
Tried the best to climb up:
The rope seemed to be fascinating and pure,
When it was held by the predecessors;  
But the rope was too slimy to grip,
With the bare hands, 
It needed very expensive gloves to hold on, 
The passion makes the hands sweat a lot, 
So hopelessly dropped the noose
Jumped into the mire of chaos
With altered passions 
With existential intentions...
Hope to swim through it 
To the purple horizon!

September 3, 2017

Music Moves Me

A young chirpy charming nightingale,
Strings a tune on guitar
Sings in a sonorous voice:
OMG! I am in sheer bliss!
Almost after a decade...
The act reminds me so many purple moments,
Though in grey shades...
Where does the muse lie?
Where does the music flow from?
Mystery to my stupid brain!
Jealous of those who crack,
No wonder, harmony lies in their nerve:
Notes, lyrics, chords and vocal chords
Blend in perfecto - Awestruck - 
My core hits the zenith - I wish to die -
This world is enough for the joy of a song!
The ultimatum of life lives in music,
Music touches the darkest recesses:
Of my irrational senses and emotions,
Where I dare to explore...
It communicates so deep,
It puts me in order,
It lulls me to sleep, 
It makes me smile,
I am so grateful to the nightingale 
For the beautiful five-minute private concert!