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.