The Answer

Is it passion, if it is lost at a hit on the ground,
Is it life if gone just by a small lightening bolt,
Is it love if wiped out by a single doubt around,
Is it she if she cries hopeless about a future smile?

Her love for life is so big that she can revive the world,
Her trust in faith is still strong enough to break all barriers,
Her sharp eyes are just enough to straighten the emotions curled,
Her remnant courage is just what she needs to fight the bad time out.

It is not her if she puts her weapons down,
It is not her if she puts her ambitions low,
It is not her if she leaves the battle midway like a clown,
It is not her if she no more believes in the vow.

Oh... Look at her ... How majestic she looks!
With dauntless charm on her face as ever,
She is back to teach a lesson to those worthless crooks,
To tear their sinews with just a mighty blow and be the winner forever.

When

The sun is in the dark,
The fishes are dry,
The sky is looking for shelter,
And Music is groping for her own voice!

The idiot box is seamlessly befriending her,
The fridge invites her for more and more food,
The wrecked shelves of the rack are staring at her,
And the unsettled blanket is crying for her warmth.

The balcony gate is cruel like a cage,
The curtains are behaving like a mirage,
The bed she is on, is no less than a hideous monster,
And the Wall is hunting for the latent truth.

When will the sun rise again?
When will the fish breathe in water again?
When will the sky be her shelter again?
When will music sooth the ears again?

Time- The Healer

The sleight of hands,
The prestidigitation of The Blue Umbrella,
It is a call to be redivivus...
It is time to finish the megrim in me.

The Paragon's soul seems to be leaving me,
Is it oneric...
Is it a whim...
Or is it the bitter tergiversation.

It is not Lady Destiny's call,
She slept silently before any living grain;
Joy in life has reached its level of abstemiousness,
Wish I had the wand to cosset happiness.

The veneration is pejorative now,
But I am still waiting,
For the fillip of love at me once again,
No matter how momentary it is.

The darkness of the sky,
Has to be depredated.
Love's effulgence is inevitable,
Love has to prevail.

This Time is gravid with Sorrow,
But it's time's work,
To defeat Sorrow,
And let the innocence of Love win.

A new lesson at Wonder La

Going to Wonder La, the adventure spot,
Oh! No point!
You wont touch a ride,
You are so much scared and with fear, caught.

Aah... forget it! Let me go please!
I want to go and see,
Whether I play no rides at all;
I want to feel the adventure's soul crease!

OK... You go but...
All I say is be careful,
Take care of yourself,
Don't go into streams and get too wet!

Oh... Sweet Heart!
Thank you, my Lord,
Will make it a point to be vigilant and strong,
And keep away the danger cart!

And there, I packed my bags and boots,
Went on the free spree, space less;
On my way, I clicked and saw,
Dances of so many different roots.

I jumped into most thrilling rides of all,
Felt my heart beat,
Alive is what I was,
Happiness and joy were all on a call.

I screamed with excitement,
When defied gravity,
I laughed with tickles,
When Archimedes's buoyancy lent.

The waves in the pool,
Were so full of rushing blood,
Had shed all my heat,
In the cool of no rules.

Adrenalin rush and what it means,
Ask me now, I will tell you it's real;
Y-screams, twisters and water pendulums,
To mind, body and soul, they were orgasmic scenes.

I felt like a bird,
twittering in the spring;
How my wings were fluttering,
With no regrets in my thought or word.

My heart today is so much more free,
I am not scared of life once more;
No talking about locks,
'cause I have the right master key!

Life is nothing but a set of rides and slides,
Sometimes low, sometimes high;
We have to sail through with sorrows and joy,
And emerge winner in all the fights!

HE...

I opened my eyes with dew on them,
And sweet nothings whispered in my ears,
The urge woke me unbothered with time's hem,
And his hand's grip,at once, washed all my fears.

His evangelic face had the eyes of the priest,
His gait, though child-like, was steadily brave.
No meal with him too tastes like an enormous feast,
Yes, for a man like him- who's soul wouldn't crave?

The jokes of his wit at every spur passed,
Show the rare heart and mind combo owned.
A day with him seems to be a second well masked,
He can melt you like wax, even if you are stoned.

The darling of all, he rules every heart,
His magical charm and smile can ruin every moan.
Having his own scepter of the mystical art,
He wipes out griefs evoking agony and groan.

Adoring it when he gives me a childish chide,
He has always saved me from the cuts of the deadly knife.
I am lucky to have him by my side,
I thank the Almighty for this blessing of my life.

The River and I

She flows like an honest song,
With the rhythm of life off and on.
Giving relief to millions,
She has not rested for past so many eons.

Her pearly azure blue eyes,
Have helped alike the fool and the wise.
Unfeigned she flows with her dance,
Creating infinite magic and romance.

Seeing her I feel,
My age is a short reel.
With not so much of burden,
No worries, I see her to be coen.

She washes all the malice,
Gulps it down like a cup of lees.
She is so incredibly tolerant,
Putting us humans down to shame's torrent.

The witness of births and deaths,
She is moving on with fresh breaths.
No alas and mournful sighs,
In her the suns set and also rise.

Love of young couples, fights of the old,
On her banks, it's only joy and all sorrows sold.
For she is meaning which we humans miss,
Every moment we should live like an innocent kiss.

Yes, she does brings unknown death knells,
But also in her meanders, can we ring joy's bells.
She is certainly not a mystery so tough to crack,
But a creation of Almighty who smiles, cries and comes back.

You and I

You and I,
Very unlike yet alike,
Waiting to be
We together, forever!

You and I,
Hand in hand,
Strolling on the blues,
With the calmness of togetherness.

You and I,
Front and behind,
Amid the honking gusts,
With my hand on your heart.

You and I,
On the flowery bench,
My locks on your shoulder,
So surreptitious from the worlds.

You and I,
Together yet alone,
Under the murky skies,
Scared of the unknown.

You and I,
On life's eternal sleep,
Where only mournings galore,
With dry eyes and a why.

You and I,
Singing and loving,
With a flute in a hand,
And a stick the next moment.

You and I,
Seeing the same dream,
With wits and courage,
Sailing the same boat.

You and I,
Ahead to the horizon,
Lost in our voyage,
To bind the unbound.

You and I,
On the opposite ends,
Still inseparable,
Like the two magnetic poles.