Maturity happens....

When you unfold each chapter like a stranger,

you sit down like a discipline,

you listen like the audience,

you praise as if worshipping,

you mesmerize as if garlanding.

Maturity happens accompanied with faults,

it thickens often with experiences.

A single take is small, immature.

You need to rest on a bigger hurdle,

Life is immobile without the next trouble.

Pricking, poking, posing aloud

you address the sense quite silently

you observe and absorb the flow 

not taught to you or learnt from the books.

it happens when you allow!

My acceptance to terms is more sensible,

more palpable, more gullible.

I don't throw words to hurt

I use words to convey, and that 

makes maturity happen!

Binding freedom!

Midnight oil lighted the freedom

The fire to coax the pursuit was immense,

little did it care for the rest.

easily and fragmented sections, 

now preaching for the value of freedom.

Where do you sleep for a while?

Was the lamp asking for more blood and skin?

They tied and tried it

No one was asked though,

freedom was what they see

never seek any permissions;

that is life,

not a wistful of breathe

The air belongs to all,

no boundaries for the green wings,

no structure for the raising sun

why did we wait then?

Who is that invader to curse the cruise

Why did you scratch that surface of faith?

Years passed, days rolled for a better?

The word comes with heavy heart,

cut on the throat,

cut on self esteem,

cut on the speechless creatures,

cut on peace living;

each still cries for a space of free movement-

freedom did it really happen?

well, yes from the colony

well, no from the irony of opportunists

Some turned big, rest bend down

slowly and surly turning slender of fortune.

The Sindoor cries for the mortals,

the valley seeks peace;

do we need a language trial still?

Cases cover the pillars of law!

enough of work for all to boost

but no veil on the scale of loot.

A growing country definitely

AI has schemes approaching us,

we make the best craft

talking, preaching and gifting

but the light is bright too,

count the positive belt!

You see scores of students

you see more of sports

you see more of humanly touch

Yes, we need that freedom for the raised souls

quite, calm, hardworking and a pure heart!

Difficult, impossible at times,

but never to give up

Stay tuned, the freedom was real that midnight!

Red is purity

The earth smells so humanly today,

the celebration is for her,

let's up the spirit

nothing binds for a happy moment.

While you kept on whispering,

we rejoiced it for the motherland.

with food, frolic and fair 

we exchanged our greetings.

this is not to hide and talk behind.

You have a trait 

it is just sailing a course.

the three days festival comes with a perk,

girls adorned with the best

and no bygones.

let them free their zone to speak loud and out,

shutting voices is choking the growth.

in this form of liveliness 

enhance and embrace.

life is too short to rudiment

the channels and cover them.

this is the most pious one 

indulge in and appreciate the radiant;

nothing less to win!

Blue dooey!

Age is binding me,
the Freckles don't get tied loving me,
every moment is not same for all,
the moon enjoys a silent curve.

Today was bright and shiny,
may not be the same tomorrow,
but that's the nature!
you don't love it a bit less, do you?

kindness shares a heart of same,
but did you ask for a space?
You were not loved yesterday,
Today is more transient!

Everything surrounds for a cause,
we glare the cake for a taste,
man, and whims take chance,
you need not be true to every dance!

Every word is valuable,
every action is contrary,
Diming light is for all,
stars or pole stars!

Lift a grass and perspire,
every breath is life,
the moment you conquer death,
you can't even respire!

Magpie robins

 The two birds chirping
on the edge of the branch,
the bright sunshine lifts the wing;
silently, yet willing takes a new fly
The lens for the brewing dusk
is waving some frozen orange glance.
The night will sleep with many
bygones, stories weaved and tried.
We will be playing a new note
or ideally nurturing changes.
The dates just get flipped and
we turn some new pages.
And they pick some new buds;
Shifting the puller on the wings.
The gateway remains the same.
closing choosing a much inner peace.
The robins seen a blessing
not for the travelled ones,
but for the unexplored dimensions.
Life will be more complex,
thing will be more narrative;
setting for a funnel of journey.
Little can be prescribed how to come
As much the year taught for a season!

Growing up and rooting!

The doors are awaiting.

let the known hands again open!

Relieve the steps taken much time.

We stood watched, many seasons

many times, cried on these ways

we shifted to another nest.

But this origin was silent,

waited long for us to align

with those voices sometimes,

we never answered back.

Today as I step in

emotions take a flat pledge

those unsteady walks now

are getting more weak;

slowly they will also need a

support, a calculation of the old

on the manipulation of deeds alone.

Things are sinking in so well,

Now we are maintain  sense

belonging that we did not 

indulge while leaving,

today they are calling us back.

Do we have the scope of reclining?

Do we need the slumber enough?

Things changed, matters changed.

But our paths and the rooms

are same for years now.

always waiting and longing back

when will the ones revisit again?

Home coming!

 rays have calmed themselves with the orange tint,

you will be descending to this land soon,

why do you take time to reveal the best 

waiting us to relive it yet so far.

We thought we are your children,

but you took long duration to veil the curtain,

the days glow with the mesmerizing rays

all elements in their true self welcome you.

You stay, we pray, and we celebrate for days,

yet you beat that humble request and go for another year-round.

Do you witness the calamities thereafter?

DO you view the marginalised factor after?

The land is not so pious anymore,

wounds, hurts, sentiments abandoned and what not,

people filling in metamorphic sites,

life is so unclingy cruel.

Those days with you everything glitters,

all have the sense of purity,

the earth smells a new jasmine bud,

everything is so pragmatic and devour.

The stinking appears once you fade,

why do we feel so helpless at the bay,

the beast engulfs and the blood stains

torn respect and visuals make us refrain!

Were we the same with her?

Then why do we see such a dramatic turn,

all goes into a tragic end,

nothing could be so dividing.

do take a chance to see if people worship 

the eternity for blessings

or to empower themselves,

read the eyes this time you be here!

We will sing the vibes with praises,

we will devote each cell for the warmth,

celebration continues,

but you should also retain your glance at us!

with the tinge of sunrays,

everything gathers the essence of affection 

dawn to dusk makes us so evolving,

hope the feeling align for a true sail.