Dark cloak of the night
Punctured intermittently-
Glow of fireflies
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A Moment in Time
Plunging rapid roars
Tempered by the brook below…
Sunrise hues beckons.
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This Veil of Smog
Doomsday! Doomsday!! Doomsday!!! This is what every blob of cloud seemed to say. Mankind was on its way. Advancing slowly, but certainly towards doom’s way! Not a single tree now survived. In a land that was once lush green. As mankind aimed to propel itself towards the sky. A jungle of concrete, on land grew up to thrive. Pollution poisoned the air making it toxic. No longer did it retain its freshness. Smoke from the factories and vehicles Hung heavy everywhere, static. Spewing at a rate, beyond any speculation. Tall columns of smoke presided, hardly any respite. They burned the eyes and clogged the lungs The days grew dark, the thick smog shut out the sun. Uncontrollable now, doom seemed the only prediction. Humanity’s death knell seemed to have been rung. Slowly but steadily advancing each day. Mankind kept pushing itself towards its own extinction.
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Lessons From History
Stale newspapers lie
Its wisdom long forgotten….
Mistakes repeated.
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Gulmohar
Gulmohar flowers…
City feasts on vibrant hues
Brief relief from grime.
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Jewels
Hardened by nature…
Mesmerising everyone
Through generations.
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Grownup Child
The child inside him
Dominates despite his growth….
World labels him mad.
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An Illusory Journey
This world is a maya, An illusion, A creation, magical, To lure and entice With pleasures, suited for the mankind. Stimuli that caresses in various ways Provocations entice and endeavour to deviate. Mind weaves dreams of comfort and ease. Safety of a haven We forever strive to achieve. With our limited foresight, Not knowing what lies ahead We move along blindly; Balancing ourselves, Lured by the promises The illusions, magnificent. Then one day we reach the end Unanticipated distress When the obstacle is insurmountable The pleasures of life Have gnawed and chiseled away The resolve to brave the odds. Walking on a narrow strip, one realises There is no going back.
Bubbly Tale
A bubble am I. Born from confluence Of water and air; Instantaneous in birth. Wearing a sheen of light I let go of my roots And float about. Perhaps of no use to anyone, Except that little girl Whose face lights up in smile, On seeing me dance In the barmy breeze. A bubble am I. Carried by my brethren, Savouring my moments; Of my brief existence. Nothing to lose nor gain From the vagabond existence. When its time, I leave not a trace, Before merging with my brethren.
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Savour
A dilapidated castle. Exactly the place, Descriptions match With what he had read. When moon and the stars Were obscured by clouds And not a speck of light Dared make holes in night's shroud, On such a night In this castle two lovelorn hearts had sheltered and rested. The heavens had opened up that night. Threatening to thwart their plans. Elope they however did and In this castle came and hid. A little distance outside the city This old castle had existed A secret chamber built in its walls Had sheltered the lovers From that night's storm's wrath. Years later, reading the diary of his mother He found mention of this incident. Back he, therefore, had chosen to come; to quench his curiosity And savour the aura Of the place’s romanticism That his parents may have felt that night.
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