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.