Monday, 3 August 2020
Thursday, 30 July 2020
Tuesday, 28 July 2020
Friday, 24 July 2020
Some moments never die;
For a war-torn life,
Those remain a symbol of peace.
They sat—the man and the woman, side by side;
Silently glow twenty five candles
To burn a few pages of memories
Of a little girl whom the angels brought for them
On one such day to shine on their eyes.
She would lie on his lap
Gently holding her mom’s hand,
With eyes broadened would endlessly tell
What amazing things she had discovered.
Every day, he would dream of a new tale
To tell her, else how would she sleep?
The candles burn
The pages burn
Burns the last glimpse of those innocuous eyes
Burn colourful wings of the butterfly
Burns a new school tunic.
The man dreamt of a new tale,
But the evening dug the grave for it.
The tiny bird was snatched away
From a tiny nest that her parents built,
Not even knowing, why...why?
None could see her again;
Maybe, she was killed
Maybe, she was sold
Maybe, she was rescued
Maybe, she grew up
Somewhere, in another distant moon.
The father still dreams of her,
The mother still sobs alone,
Maybe, she still too weeps
If she is alive; maybe, she’s not!
Maybe, she needs to dance
Amidst smoke and stench
For to carry her father’s dream
Of feeling how precious is life;
Maybe, sleep evades her eyes
For a tale to be told by her papa,
Maybe, she is too tired of tales of life,
If she is alive; maybe, she’s not!
Her papa roams in and searches for
Within faces of every girl of her age,
Ceaselessly guessing, “Isn’t she my doll?”
Maybe, if she is alive; maybe, she’s not!
The dream story lies hidden
Within moaning soul of an old father,
Maybe, to remain forever untold;
Maybe, destiny does not permit
Some promises to be kept...maybe!
Tuesday, 21 July 2020
In war it shines in burning hope
In peace it pines for a faster lope
Hatred breeds in love and awe
In a sunken space of blunted flaw
The beauty of the mountains
In sunshine or twilight
A verdant meadow
The peasants’ plight
The swearing by a golden moon
The pride sparkles in serpent’s tooth
Always there to find a foe
For glory of an endless show
A fall or a rise, a leap or a pain
Taming lips as soul is slain
Thoughts sweep in dust and glow
Failings succeed in heartless blow
Be a coward, in power and wealth
Be fairer in a handsome filth
Once they know that you are there
What to do with love and care?
Smile hides the venom’s greed
Margin stretches in faith and creed
Hatred has its mission of love
Patient peace in tears of dove
Hate reigns in soul and mind
In land or ocean or sky or wind
Walk no more to find it more
Flee fast to an unknown door
That opens up a thousand more
To lose the sense and tragic core
The laughter lounges on a slouching tree
On the bend of a silvery stream
A summer holiday or an autumn dream
Moment arrows down in a joyous spree
Such were the days and I and you
Unripe, unwise, humble few
Walking on the lovers' lane
Nothing to lose or none to gain
A dream that died
So soon that lied
For reasons applied
For success tied
To empty life in endless game
Securing hate in love and fame.
Friday, 10 July 2020
Tuesday, 7 July 2020
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