Patience pays off

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Ages later, there was water plethora
and farm filling with sun's aura,
But I still feared my dream vain.
The dream, that I will live again.


" Yes! You alone can do it!"
silently whispered my spirit.
So here I'm, the Banyan tree
under me Budha found his holy key.

Overambitious me

I was this little seed,
planted amongst the weed.
Filled with bundle of excitement,
to spring up and breathe.


Lately I did realize,
that the sun is yet to rise.
Waited quietly for the star,
help sparkle my way to soar.


Finally it was the day,
sun let his shy at bay.
My heart filled with love,
to see my chimera above.


But then the earth about dried.
With no water around I sighed.
None to push me up from soil's clutch,
to feel the wind's gentle touch.


Finally there was water plethora
and farm filled with sun's aura,
but I had no guts to dream again.
To dream, that I will live again.

Ipseity

In the darkest of nights,
a thought strikes

Who am I?
This anatomy? or the years?
my religion? or my heritage?
What describes me?
A paper of review? or my merits?
my customs? or my vogue?

Not sure if this midnight skepticism
will ever meet,
its echo even if it creeps,
into the blush of dawn.

But don't judge me by what to see,
coz what you see may not be me;
it may just be what the world wants to see.

P.S. The painting above is of Leonardo da Vinci

I asked the canvas what you are?? Coal or the glitters. It said " I'm Colours "

Who says body has soul, its a soul that has a body

The time I realised the power of colors

What does it take??

What does it take to shun
barren gut's fire of poor men?

Sachin's much awaited ton,
or Ash-Abhi's beti no. one?

What does it take to drape
the shame of this naked ape?
Politician's broken vows tape,
or their acts leaving humanity raped?

What does it take to help them rise
from an abyss of darkness in their eyes?
Dr. Amartya Sen's Nobel prize,
or illicit liquor which takes them high?

It takes an unadulterated thought,
Allegiance which cannot be bought,
True patriotism to our mother, which we ought,
Appetite for prosperity, is what we have to sought.

Are you the one?

There is a chaos running in my mind
and the clutter of thoughts making me twined;
Are you the one? The puzzle piece
here to embrace my life's dreams.

If only I can borrow more time
to catch the intricacies of your mime;
If only I can be sure that your piety
is all that I wanted for eternity.

Show me that you're the dew drops
here to endow my athirst heart;
Assure me you’re the sun beam
piercing for me through the fog seam.

Waiting for that single gesture
to resolve my insane disarray;
and reassure that you’re the shore
my waters are lusting to stroke.

Broken faith

Happiness, secrets,
fights and lies,
But now she sits silent,
and cries and cries.


Once she dared, 
to live her dreams,
And finally thought,
its not hard to trust as it seems.

The things once know,
the glamour that was shown,
She now realized, that its all a guise,
trying to hide underneath, the lies.


Now her wounded heart,
can never trust again,
Wouldn't take a chance,
to see her faith slayed again. 


Now no more trust,
no more lies,
She now sits silent,
and cries and cries.