July

PLUCK AFTER SUNSET

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Who hasn’t known sorrow or the failings of tomorrow

Who hasn’t seen sadness in all shades of white and black

Who hasn’t fought fear or the most fickle reasons

If you stand strong even in the sunset, I adore your pluck.

 

 

Our folks suffer on the journey to fulfillment

The nonchalant rulers remain tyrants still

They toss them to and fro like a ball on a field

They ignore the sand grains falling in the hourglass

With voices screaming, shouting and sullen

Our people try to find salve for their swollen sores.

 

But in the end, the sheep is just like the wolf

Scaring the defenseless to flight

Stealing our days and nights

And leaving us doubtful that we made a right choice.

June

A PARAGON OF SOPHISTICATION

colorful-1325264_1280Even if you don’t understand my footsteps

Adore the way my body sways

Even if you cannot see my perfection

Remember I started this journey, naive

I have walked the narrow road

And fought with iron rods

I have climbed mango trees to hide

Waiting in silence for my attackers

I have trampled on fear and regret

And given birth to the end of worry

Your visions may not shown you my mission

But I have not earned this title by mistake.

 

Why do you look at me with questions

As if you can repair my painting

Why do you call my art a child

As if you were there when it was born

I have learned the signs of the ink holders

Those who drape words with mirth and wisdom

I have met heroines of good fortune

Who never let depression impress their spirits

I am dancing in the rain of these days

Though always believing that the sun shall shine

I am becoming a paragon of sophistication

Even if you first met me in naivety’s mansion.

May

MIRACLES AT MIDNIGHT

Like strange appearances
They stand at your entrance
Waiting in eager anticipation
Willing to bestow a solution
Dawn woke you to crack the nuts
Dusk left you hitting your head
But like a gentle touch in sharp cold
The door receives a knock
And your heart ignites with shock.

What happened to joy and merriment
And the three wishes of love, life and laughter
What happened to justice
And the carefree systems of order
Yet like infant babes naive of danger
We welcome the warm winter
Uncertain of the hovering outcome
Of an angel’s arrival at the dark hour
But thankful for the timely truce.

May

DETONATE THEIR PIECES

In anguish, we watch the weary grow weaker
We act concerned, but stay aloof
Frightened that our help may bring hell
Or that their curse may stain us
These children of humanity walk our roads
Seeking shelter and relief from the rain
The one that denies us harvest
Clearing off all the farm yield and grain
But shall nonchalance forever grace our faces
While we detonate their pieces
As if they are bombs without need of mercy
Or wanton frames hiding from survival.

May

CAN YOU TAKE A DAY AWAY?

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Your body has set its own alarm

No longer in need of the clock on the wall

Your mind has drafted its own courses

Sharply discarding your to-do list

Withered seconds scream your name silently

Too selfish to let themselves go by untouched

Your feet hurry like the wind, not pausing one moment

To smile at the leaves and trees

Or enjoy the sensual healing of seas.

 

Can you take a day away

To rest at ease and save your face

Can you kindly forget your name

And your friends all around earth’s space

Can you perform like a mannequin

Without thought of timing anything

Can you take it slow like the snail

Since life loves the liver of it.

April

BLINDLY LOSING A HEART

Some say harsh weathers murder love
They pierce it with their fangs
Drain from it all attempts at life
And surrender its arrow to rot and decay.

Some say love never fades
That it’s patience and endurance engraved
Withstanding every threat of disappearance
Amidst the echoing trigger of negativity.

But did the scientists not teach disuse
Expressing their jargon about giving everything
And leaving some elements untouched or calm
Did they not describe the abandoned in ‘disuse’?

For the roses you once plucked
But now think matter no longer
For the chocolates you once sprayed as sweetness
And no longer care to check at the store

For all the parks and gardens once visited
Which have ceased now to amaze your feet
For every music you loved and played
And have now put on hold for silence
Remember in the depth of your spirit
That you are blindly losing a heart.

Winning one battle never means the war is over
Wooing and falling does not close love’s chapter
For with roses a man charms a woman
And with daises he keeps her forever enchanted.