Queen of Butterfly

The queen of butterfly flaps her wings;

Her subjects tremble in fear and start to sing,

Her majesty is respected far and wide,

She walks and everyone steps aside,

She has her head full of stars,

And a face without any scars,

Her voice is like the trembling train,

The attacks on her are mostly in vain.

She wants you to know she is fearless,

You try to subdue her and she won't care less,

For her is the world and beyond;

She flaps her wings and continues to go on....

Crossroads

Standing on the edge of the road,
Is it the lonely one, or the one with the shiny board,
My head is full of doubt,
Dont expect an answer, there ain't anyone to shout.

It looks like I am all alone,
Swimming in a crowded sea, trying hard not to moan,
The earth, its full; but only with its problem galore,
Gone are my dreams to be a folklore.

You always have to make a choice, there is no middle ground
You cannot dance with the fairies looking like a hound,
The things you do today will show you the light;
Fight, fight everyday without knowing if you're right!

Its all for a race, the one you are indifferent about,
A dream so worthless you can actually live without;
Yet you must run the run or be mocked around,
But you cant stop so keep dancing to the sound.

There are moments where you try to stop and reflect,
To see where you are going and what have you left;
However, you can't take a pause for too long,
A play is playing; it looks empty without the song.

So here I am carrying myself,
Cursing, abusing and loathing oneself,
Moving towards the shiny board , the easy way,
I wish to object, but do I have any say!!

The Faceless Man

He came from nowhere

Without a face, and no one to care.

 A long journey in sun and snow,

Unknown places where only imagination can go.

 Carrying the burden of the entire humanity,

 It isn't easy to maintain one's sanity.

 A curse here and a mouthful there ,

Living in a heartless society is tough to bear.

 Images of broken laughter lingers on his mind,

 Happiness may be something he has left far behind .

 The wilderness of the forest was never daunting,

 It's the wilderness in a man's soul that is so haunting .

The faceless man always wanted a face,

 To smile with joy and talk with grace.

The face for him was a treasure of expression

 Even to cry or have a look of desperation .

The boastful smirk or the wry grin

 Even the feel of his soft skin.

But he was now glad to be faceless,

 Wandering how the man with face has become so baseless.

 They say that a human face is the doorway to his soul,

"It's better to be faceless " said he,

Than to have something as a black as coal".

Ode to Bird

Up and down and round and round,
I flew into the violet haze;
I fluttered and danced, till i found
A bright primrose to attract my gaze.

I saw the sun , it smiled at me,
And crashed the cloud's morning tea.
I saw a centipede  scamper to the ground
"Don't worry poor thing", said I, be happy and sound.

I felt the earth, breathe new life
The grasses grew in bountiful,
Wandering alone, without a wife
I felt happy and wonderful.

The day is long , so very long
I have just started, many things to heed.
A nightingale joins me in  a song,
Her voice sounds beautiful , indeed.

Unaware of a treacherous man,
I stooped and dived as  low as I can;
He reached and grabbed me unaware,
Grinning and roaring, as if to scare.

I pushed and tried to fly away
Only to be clenched, with mighty rage;
Will i ever be joyous and gay,
Trapped in this lonely cage!!

Reach for the stars

“Reach for the stars”
Don’t stop till you get very far.

Get on the vehicle of happiness
Leave behind broken wheels of loneliness.

May the mountains be your nascent step
And the ocean be you filled cup.

Walk until the aeons of time
Be real, life is not a pantomime.

Success and Failure go hand in hand
Their reminiscence is lost in sand,

Rise above the common greed
“Anything is possible”, is true indeed.

Ablutions and sacrifices are not the ideal solution
Bring about a change, it’s time for revolution.

The curse of oblivion befalls the great,
Thy will be remembered if you kill that treacherous thing called“Hate”

You can be the hope the world needs,
For those future historians you will be the first seed.

Catch that fleeting glimpse of a dying star
It’s not the end, but the beginning of a new hour.

Materialistic world

Far from the cry of the raven
We all want to reach a beautiful heaven.

Running after wealth and beautiful damsels
Not thinking about the beggar who needs a morsel.

No time for love or affection,
The smell of success in the only sensation,

Going into the wild to find the inner soul
Is now a myth made by a gaping hole.

"Within you, Without you"  may be words of a sage
We abandon life and its value in a fit of rage.

Eyes shimmering with water on watching dew drops on flowers
Now its gets watery working for late hours.

Some say " the times they are changing"
But change as such was never in the writing.

If only, I could return to those old times
To smile with happiness on hearing the wind chime.

Trapped in a materialistic world
Unchain me, I want to return.

When the mind wandered into the empty sky.
When the rhyming words would just fly.

When hands were meant for a hug.
When blissful dreams were attained on a tattered rug.

When life was worth living .
And death was not up for giving.

I am, Love

Before the beginning, I begin,
After the end, I remain,
I am, Love.

To some I am beautiful,
To others, I am dutiful,
I am, Love.

In the darkness of space,
To the centre of the earth,
I am,Love.

From a mother to her adolescent child,
To a lover a beautiful delight,
I am, Love.

For the thinkers, I am deep.
For the hippies, a piece of weed,
I am, Love.

In wars I become Gandhi,
When in bed, I become rage,
I am, Love.

To Morrison, I am his poetry,
To Valkyries just their rugged jacket,
I am, Love.

I start with "L" for the lovers
And I end with "E" for the enemies,
I am,Love.

Without me one becomes many,
With me many is one,
I am, love.

The Hyperreality Syndrome

Beyond desire lies dullness,
Beyond emotion lies vagueness.

Beyond river lies ocean;
Beyond reality lies portion.

Beyond surface lies depth,
Beyond life lies death.

Beyond desperation lies emptiness,
Beyond love lies loneliness.

Beyond conciousness lies stillness,
After drugs I lie senseless.

Beyond stars lie space,
Beyond my body I wish to escape.

Beyond sorrow lies waiting,
Without karma I am nothing.

Beyond touch lies grasping,
After sacrifice lies repenting.

Beyond  infinity lies God,
Or is it the other way around.

The hills of Kimberly

Drops of hand woven sunlight;
Glides across the space with its might.

A cherub here and a goat there,
God's design work under care.

two lonely cowboys on their black mountain rover,
Rush away the herds from the silent mover.

Stream of water cutting every stone,
Flowing with them are logs alone.

The hills have a mystic serenity,
with clouds around it gives a heavenly proximity.

As shadows wash the plains,
My emotions almost breaks away from the devils chain....

Some say the place is very silent,
But, I hear the sound of silence;
And its quite eloquent.

Down the slopes lies a graveyard with a deserted view;
Souls rises from within a but leaves the world without you.

And finally the lights fade away slowly;
A day well spent on "The hills of Kimberly".