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!

Yours Fiercely Yet Lovingly, Red...

Undeterred the Red charges ahead...
The Red has dreams to fulfill;
Fearlessly ready to raid,
She keeps her instincts strong to kill.

She falls a few times,
Only to rise back again;
Enjoying her roller coaster ride,
She goes on charging even in the rain.

Despairs, failures, battles,
Have always been her play;
With guns in brains- she rattles,
And gallantly wades her way.

Strong, confident, powerful, yet soft,
What a blend of hues in her!
She sleeps on peril as her cot,
Yet see with closed eyes, fairies with myrrh.

She fights like gladiators,
And dances like princesses!
She wins head held high on her gaiters,
But, her love, she wonderfully caresses.

She lives to die like a brave heart,
And dies to live like a brave soul;
She was born never to be hurt,
And to enjoy devouring storms in her soup bowl.

Today, she is at a cross juncture,
Slightly, opaque for her eyes;
Yet, knowing her, I'm sure,
Her gait is firm, and decisions wise.

The Red will never let herself down,
And be the triumph on fire too;
The Red shall always be the Crown,
And be Red forever- only because of You!

A Special Twang, Strum and Hum....!!!

This is about the music called life,
Not wandering alone aloof in the night.

This is about rhyme in the air,
Just because she knows you are there.

The fancy pink and the bright red,
She has rose petals strewn all over her bed.

The twinkling eyes and the blushing cheeks,
Shows her joy and happiness at their peaks.

The diamond that hangs in her lace,
Sparkles as much as her own grace.

She lived for him and died for him-
Here she relives once again for him.

She is mass and he is her class,
She finds him embedded in every grain & grass.

The ship with only sail and no anchor,
Needless to say is merely a strange canker.

She sails with her anchor crowned on top,
Proudly she walks with no worries to crop.

It is the beautiful music of life in them,
Making them forever united and one...

Adieu to the cold, and here she welcomes the warmth,
With a special twang, strum and hum!!!

Freshly Painted!!!

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

Together

Light is in distress,
She is shrieking with fear;
It is too heavy to regress,
The way does not seem clear.

She gives birth to shadow,
In turn the shade devours her;
She has stooped a level too low,
Fighting with the darker colours.

Light could not remain in her hue,
Muddled by a million steps;
Her friends very few,
Could only cause a thousand missteps.

She wants to leave her body,
She wants to leave her souls;
She is trapped by darkness,
Her red throbs have countless wholes.

The starry dark comes over her,
Beneath she lies under his weight;
Unknown with her faith going blur,
Darkness does not know what he ate.

The darkness has crept into her cave,
Attacking the whiteness of light so pure;
There is no one to witness and no one to save,
She needs a source for her to cure.

This darkness is crude,
Wish if he could know-
Together is the only way of the prude
In which they can really glow!

Bare and nude she goes...

Without a cover,
She wanders lonely with her eyes blank.
The eyes which once used to be,
The ocean of musical colours.

Without a cover,
She is lost in her random thoughts.
Thoughts which once had,
The beauty of light personifying life.

Without a cover,
She lies bare on her bed,
In bruises and pain;
Eons ago, they used to be flowery petals.

There is no light in the room,
It's only a bleak dark ghost;
That keeps threatening her
Of solitude so well known.

It was pretense,
That gave her hope;
Only to take it back from her,
The strength she ever had.

Nude and broken,
She lies on her bed.
No feelings
Not a single sign of emotion.

Nude her feelings are,
But no one can see them.
Nude her form is,
And he has eaten her.

Nude she lies like a rock,
With no wants and needs.
The games God played,
Shall never be forgiven.

Death shall wrap her slowly,
She will feel the warmth
Of the close ones
Who loved her unconditionally.

Nude- she will be buried,
In the hearth of earth unknown.
Not letting the rains know
Her existence- unnoticed she goes.

Nude she was born,
Only to seek for a cover;
All but she failed,
So bare and nude... she goes.

Unaware...!

She was feeling intense pain,
When I was about to bloom in the world!
But I was unaware!

Human instinct embraced her in my form,
She smiled with content oozing out;
It was a new life for her!

She had dreams in her eyes that sparkled,
With the sparkle of zestful hope;
To nourish the soul that just woke up to the new world!

My previous home was really cozy,
Protected with her red and vitality;
I cried the moment the Air laid its hand on me.

But a smooth touch sashayed me,
It was a memoir of my old home,
It was her hand but I was unaware.

I mumbled a few strange words,
And heard a happy laughter,
It was she hugging me but I was unaware.

I learnt to wobbly stand on my feet,
But only because of her soft finger,
It was security but I was unaware.

And ouch! I cried…
I bruised me knee- droplets of water were on me;
Not mine- She cried at our common red!

She burnt a candle and left the fire,
No current and an exam on head;
She taught me to win in the battles of life but I was unaware!

With a trophy in my hand,
Cutting through the aisle, I jumped on her lap,
Amazingly, she cried and laughed together!

When I quivered with fear,
Her hand was like a feather on my head,
And was like warm red in my heart.

She sent me to fly here,
Not anticipating she would need my wings,
I was unaware.

I was on my own,
And fine and yes, a winner;
And she was proud of her red.

She was living for me,
To give me what no one could,
But I was unaware!

She was feeling intense pain,
When on the verge of agonized wither,
I was unaware.

“Betu…! I am missing you”
“Deepu… I am missing you”
I was unaware.

She was feeling intense pain,
I saw her in the blues and whites,
I was unaware.

Not letting grief meet me…
Not letting me be aware;
I was unaware!

At last she blinked,
Oh! Did she see me?
I am unaware!!!

She is the beating heart in me,
She is no one but a mother...
The unconditional love about whom I was unaware!