Indispensable Endeavour

He lives in the deepest and darkest of homes 

Where one finds the ultimate freedom of solace

Mommies slumber babies to his bedtime lullabies

Leaves and buds bloom to his morning melodies

His stances of life took a surprising reversal

When he came across a townlet in his stint

Folks seemed to live there happy and sound

Crushing the dreams of certain private goals

He thought of his world of complementary bonds 

Where sacrifices never exist for living ahead

Bound to the chains for expressing their desires

Live there a fortune of unspoken elegant dames 

He sings and sings and sings… to make them glad

Which strained his throat and nothing arose

Dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk – until his death.

‘None can please them - even the God’ his swan song meant

He never returned to his dearest heavenly abode 

Where his dear and near ones awaited his arrival 

Nobody heard his soothing melodious songs thereupon

And his buddies ceased to explore human habitats

Once there lived a cheerful Nightingale in the forest 

Who strived to alter the lives of the tyrannized 

He failed to comprehend the universal truth – 

“Transitions should come from the oppressed minds”

Zenith of Discern

Alarm clock lays abandoned in-home, 

Raising rays pricks my slumber eyes. 

Mom switches off the fan to make me rise, 

Morning breeze embraces me with shalom. 

Edibles start to diminish at home,                

Jackfruits in my courtyard arise.                

Thoughts of friends make me cries,                

Flocks of birds freely roam. 

Musing of my outings ends in vain,                

Cloudy sky paints in modern style,                

Rivers flows like ferocious snakes.                  

I watched the moon after a blissful rain, 

It whispered to me with a petite smile,            “Only Man is bound to the rule he makes.”            

Gaze of Retrieval

Gentle breeze is perplexing the mango leaves - 

In curtaining me from raising rays,

Dawning sun is pricking my slumber peeves.

The wooden box struck my tilting gaze.

I longed to have it in my childhood time,

Remain now as a mortal legacy unused.

I inherited it on my grandma’s parting time,

Since then, it remains the place untouched.

Dragged it down and wiped the dust,

I opened it with a cracking sound.

Coloured woolen yarns filled the chest, 

I started to knit with the needle in pound. 

Everything was same as old,

The time I got is a treasure of gold.

Sound of Silence

The broken glass brought something new,

Something unfamiliar to both of them.

Since the day they decided to part,

Their heaven became a daunting grave.

Within one roof, two people live

Entire strangers to one another.

Once they shared a bed for two,

But now it is - two rooms for each.

The wind had pushed the glasses down.

'Who will clear the shattered pieces'?

Neither she nor he came out.

'Let the domestic helper clean the place'. 

Oh! Its 11 o'clock and Sunday night, 

Their servant comes on weekend days.

He came out with a cigar - lighted,

And she was out to find something.

Their eyes searched - 'Where the pieces lie'?

But only found their dearest eyes.

Those eyes craved for their misplaced love,

And spirits for their beloved one.

Nature united the abandoned souls,

By breaking the silence of their lives.

The broken glass is kept in safe - 

The angel who tend their broken hearts.