…..and he never returned!

Paths of laments remain tact

He swiped the lane.

Little did he know, winning the shield?

Made him, stay immortal for the field

The war is over

Files of cargos at rest

He still breathes the air

Full with betray for races

I speak, I talk to him

He is calm yet readable

Country being his duty

Love knew their sanity

He aimed at the clueless

Shivering for the traces!

Breaking the woods, he raised

Wary were his lanes

He stepped for the cause

Being slain at remorse

Eyes meeting the soil

He fought with no disdain

None to see, none felt

Mother earth’s bleeding plight!

Toddler’s innocence- “who he was?”

Son of his country

Son of the earth

“My son-and he never turned back!”

Slosh

Dreams splash, slosh

demarked…wishes never granted.

Down the pouring lane... stood the skeleton

Yelling, crying asking a pray

A wish to die…

A forgiven ride;

Mentioned yet un-noticed

Things separate, life continues..

A grammar never thought,

neither learnt

Strikes of being poised

Recurring steps...forgotten lanes

Where does it lead?

Wings curtailed, vision of freedom wiped

Controlled, musicale for funeral

Lines of trodden path, left uncovered

Dreams seen yet split!

Days swing with the partying ones

Waves move for the forgone cue

Promises kept for the long

Never uttered for strong!

Edge

When the beats never met

how do you feel they stay strong?

It makes me a broken glass

where prints stay unnoticed

graceful yet so tidy.

A musical night or a funeral song

each assume the same.

I feel it, I mean it

little do I cry for it.

The roses smelt within me

notions break at my door;

it pricks me hard

nourishes with cocoons

spells bricks of charcoal.

I meet the fathom

still it breaks the maximum.

Hills!!!

The roses at my bay

rattle, battle gossip

thorns pierce hand

bring emotions in blood.

A fat black heart

strikes my glowing sun

revolving at those hills;

long stretched roads

words of strength, molten blue

wills to mark out of sights.

Questioning questions yet unsatisfied

answers- nimble drop of rain

at your vast destination.

Fence

Iron bends, crawls

before her

Vision sticking far

hunger begs for a bog

dampen, strings attach her

The barren looks gazing high

outer world peeping, door

laugh at triangular junction. 

Yet she looks at them

the fence spreading long

villa being entwined

cropping little by little

a clash of breathes

yet strong and retrieving! 

Pasture

Stars shine in his garden
I long for them
weathering quotient asks
why to burn notions
emotions lost its companions
sprouts do acknowledge
life neither, a love
roots restless
spinning the globe
somewhere, sometime I stop
not to trace but to turn
the left lanes still call
I say- "wanders yet to come"
Feelings enough to touch upon.

Candour

Different and indifferent lost valour
Friends or foes at same choice;
Traced my frankness
asked for no opinion,
Posted and pasted voices
scantily adorable-
My middle phrase
points you for the clarity;
lacks of dismay
Futile to express.
What credited account?
Not even a glance!
A fair enough; emotions of lance
Yet I stay honest at my nest!