Creator's Inspiration Mime

The mad hours are over- it seems,
A serene calmness prevails;
Looks like the end of the world,
Beauty of newness herself unveils.

The face is the expression of expressionless,
The mind is sailing freely over the sea;
It is a great time to review,
And to allow your own self to be revealed.

I look into the deep eyes of horizon,
Wondering where to go at the next turning;
In the aisles of the sky, I am lost,
The misty clouds around me are humming.

The chasm of infinity is calling me aloud,
The colours of free creativity-redefining themselves;
There is a zest in my heart,
That is ready to explode the unexplored.

My Soul can't sit idle- food for creativity she needs,
I am yearning for colours to splash the sheets of sky;
Painting rainbows on the infinite canvas so wide and high,
Flying my bees and birds, higher than where the sun and the stars lie.

Amusing! It will be for the human eyes,
When it will be my creation's time;
When colours from my mighty heart's brush will be alive,
Our Creator's eyes with awe will seek an inspiration mime.

The Racing Confusion

Just tied up in this race of mazes,
One calls for interviews and the other for present work laces;
Feeling really tied up and in a fix,
For the absence of leisure in this diverse duty mix.

I wish I were a fairy,
Independent of my daily diary;
Wish could fly over lilies and different hues,
And come out of this flustering work curfews.

I wish I could just lie in my father's lap,
Play with him minus the mundane wrap;
Shading the walls in my room,
Want to enjoy the flight on my personal broom.

I wish I were a mermaid- delicate and free,
Could go helping like the sea princess on an endless spree;
With the blue around me and not a sad soul,
Wish could ever feel like a free spirit playing only my heart's role.

I wish I were an eagle- soaring high on my wings,
Just touching heights without the restricting rings;
Going beyond the human eyes, yet able to see theirs,
Would have felt like a semi goddess, with an exceptionally high prowess.

Mankind so stuck in this worldly web,
It seems it's busy timelessly, timeless;
Wish we realized what we are missing,
It is like every day death kissing.

I wish I could just open my arms,
And fly high with no mobile alarms;
I wish my heart was full of divine energy,
With no office courts, regulations and the Clergy.

The Rage Of Ambition

This mind has got a rush within,
It just doesn't keep still.
It's so full of thoughts gushing everywhere,
Sometimes on the land and others zooming in the air.
Ideas and strategies going wild,
The potential and strength on a high glide.

The rage is just not in the gray,
It has seeped in the stream and is wading its way.
The throbs in the heart,
Are just waiting to blast.
Energy, excitement and zest,
Craving to celebrate the triumph after the test.

The hand is on the scepter,
The eyes on the throne.
Behold- Ye Earth, Seas and Sky!
Ye Sun, Death and God- Stand by!
Here, is Life rising on Your ashes,
Fiercely rocketing high, no batting the lashes.

It is time to rig up the mast,
To start the journey to reach first, the point last.
One needs to be steady yet very fast,
To live life in many infinite casts.
Yet to remember the mere Humanness,
In the end, feel the unsuppressed Transgress!

Freshly Painted!!!

"These are the golden thoughts, melting away,
...of the unquenched queen!!!"