Bird of the new Dawn

The sky on my horizon is clear,

Am ready to take my wings there.

But wait, I see the air-breathing foul

With hatred, violence and intolerance,

Where my arms will rupture,

Where my flight will stop

Where my fresh air is checked.

I fear to fly high,

The Country of my dreams is on a stake,

Where people tend complacency of weirdness,

Where people tend to cater to meanness,

I differ that state to take my vow!

The land of my vision is pure,

Full of love and respect;

But, can I achieve the same city of fortune.

The belief of realization strikes back,

Our dusk of irrational has doomed!

It is a new face, a new mansion of new hope!

Let the earth breathe the poignant of love and devotion,

Let India call for the era of a free nation,

Let the bird of this new dawn fly every realm! 

Separation Clauses

We drew lines
of sorrows, happiness and mundane.
You treat me well but now have eloped
with emotions, love and music.
The soothing essence is tingling feeble
I respite for that stranger
Little did I see you overshadow me
You made pauses and stopped.
I fear the separation,
you frown on it
I wonder why we had then?
I lose my coracle of strength
this aloof board is strikingly adhering me
of favourites, unused anxieties of mine!
Yet again he pops up,
I question why do you come back?
I set clauses for this,
yet this is unseparated and coherent.

Extracted

Liberty takes a roll

much to conscience

finding it, placing it

hard to accomplish

at times, waves crash low

elements of weakness; crawls high

freedom makes  no choice,

going away plunging new course

my star was captivated

painted, scripted and duplicated

it took rebirth

but not for my part

wings of this freedom pricks me

silence of the space alters me

I remain affected,

By small tides

Freedom lost at high freights

My rejoices being fragile

Crowned with thorns

Liberty breathes painful

My words need body

Yet soul is taken!!!!

…..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.