A REVOLUTION

Well this time, I really don't know how to introduce this little piece, all I'll say is, it's my little rebellion to one of the worst practices prevailing in India. I'd like if you would understand this poem without any prior explanation of it's message!

 

                                                

  A REVOLUTION

Patiently waiting at the portal of life,

She smiles as warm as the sun,

The evil drapes of ego though,

Suppress her breath before it begun.

That evil grin,

And evading humanity,

That insecure anxiety,

A complete insanity.

Crushes her hopes,

Her desires are thwarted,

Brutally her dreams,

To death are escorted.

How much would have,

Her breath, to you, cost?

That you smashed her,

Rendered her essence lost!

Your heart would disown you,

Had she wailed and cried,

Instead to you, had depicted,

Her misery when she died!

The cold flow of hatred,

That drowned her,

Her loud shrill cry,

When slowly subsided as a murmur.

Those unborn fairies group up,

In the other world,

Planning a master scheme,

Your life it would leave swirled!

Be cautious for when she comes,

With the strength as sharp as swords,

A revolution sown, shall blossom and reap,

Believe cause these aren’t mere words!

THOSE BRIGHT OLD MEMORIES

For those who just can't get over their lovely old memories....!!

 THOSE BRIGHT OLD DAYS

The twinkling of stars,

The endless brightness,

The falling shower,

The tantalizing softness.

Takes me to those,

Ah! So lovely old days,

The mesmerizing events,

As soothing as sun rays.

The fun, frolics and,

Endless secret talks,

The sharing compassion and love!

As a shadow beside me walks.

Those tickling laughter,

Those ‘absurd’ quarrels,

Some forgotten grudges,

Some newly learnt morals.

But the sun sets, yes it does,

Give way to gloomy nights,

When the thundering clouds,

Revive old yearnings and frights,

No hand to hold on to,

To caress my fading heart,

To cease my falling breath,

From slowly ripping apart.

Oh no! I’m not needy,

I’m going just fine,

With things juggling around,

From six to late nine!

The retained volatile memories,

Soothingly prick the mind,

The lovely ambiance it held,

Is a li’l hard to find.

Those bright old days,

Now swerved in here,

And give way,

To capricious plodding year!

A BOND OF WORDS

In everyone's life there is one person for sure whose emotional presence means a lot more than the physical presence. Whose nature, care and understanding gives faith in life. This small piece is my tribute to that one friend who has always been the support I desired! I'm sure when you read this, the face of that person would flash in front of your eyes with genuine feelings.! So do read ahead and find out that person with whom you share A BOND OF WORDS,

Because

"Feelings play stronger than presence"

A BOND OF WORDS

The time elapsed,

In thoughts and thought,

A deep anxiety,

In fear it caught.

A hand on the shoulder,

A shock or condolence,

The presence around,

Haunting or is love’s essence?

The bounded feeling,

Is security or suffocation?

The same monotony,

A settlement or imprisonment.

I do need thy hand,

That haunts the nights,

Not to be scared,

They drive away my frights.

I need thy presence,

It leads my breath,

I’d be thy prisoner,

Until the day of death!

I feel no cold vibes,

Thy warmth engraves me,

A deep sense of belonging,

A pure ecstasy.

I care about no shock,

Haunting isn’t frightening,

The stars at night twinkle a little brighter,

And melodious is the lightening.

Light of thy protection,

Brightens my existence,

Becomes my guiding light,

With a prolonged persistence.

The time elapsed,

In thoughts and thought,

An eternal ecstasy,

In love it caught!

A DESIRE, TO FEEL LOVED!!

To feel love and be loved is what makes life so beautiful. People's desire to be loved is genuine and creates a sense of belonging. A small piece I wrote that displays a genuine desire to be loved and a little lesson everyone needs to remember that no matter how accurate your life may be, but no body is perfect, its only the feeling that is perfectly felt and transmitted!

A DESIRE, TO FEEL LOVED

“Things and situations”,

Never the same they are.

Cause fantasy from reality,

Is really really far!

Why can’t things just be,

The way I want?

The hidden reality,

Seems a sarcastic taunt!

Those hidden tears,

Those weary eyes,

A hug is all I ask for,

But none is there who tries.

Tries, to comfort,

To find out the true feeling,

Those fake smiles and,

The pain they are dealing!

It seems to be easy,

To say “let it be”,

How painful a heart break is,

Will you try and ask me?

No you won’t,

Cause you don’t know,

How hard I find,

To bear the blow!

The blow, that hits hard,

The blow, that throws away,

The you inside that fake,

That you conceal everyday!

Come on make up your mind,

Take a stand to express,

Just try to say it once,

Don’t take too much stress.

Who will support,

And what they’ll say,

Isn’t your bother,

Keep it at bay!

With a real smile,

A real one I say,

I’ll try to live through,

And believe through my day,

A lesson I got,

That I ain’t perfect too,

Now you get a lesson,

That so aren’t you!