Croakings from the cot

Little Master Corona

O thou little master,

The world was a bit faster,

You now force brakes,

Lions turn into drakes,

Even newspaper is scary,

No longer a news carrying fairy,

It comes from Delhi,

Fear pinches my guts and belly,

With inhibitions I touch,

A fearful world is such!

The Story of a frost-beaten tree

The winter has'n brutal and harsh,

And my struggle turned almost a farce,

Lost all my leaves,

With loss my soul grieves,

Still not all is lost,

For greenish life finds a host

in the wheat at my feet,

They pay a respectable greet,

My loss and my pain

doesn't go in vain,

Tumbled down as my leaf

with pain and grief,

Blossom thousands around,

Wheatlings like daughters doth surround,

Fell where my tear,

Many a smile this earth doth bear,

Doesn't go waste my pain,

Sows it the prospects of gain,

If not for me,

Definitely for thee!

The Light

The light does hark,

beyond the deepest dark,

There is a day bright,

after the ghostly haunts of a nightmarish night,

After a barren famished fight,

there blossoms a springed delight,

After pining pangs of separation,

there is a worthy end to the desperation,

After crashing in the gutters,

there is a surge and rise to bathe in holy waters,

After crying convulsions on the lips,

a smile takes honeyed sips,

After the last defeat,

still there is an undying urge to accomplish the feat,

Even when blind with despair,

there is hope hiding and cajoling somewhere,

Even in hate, love still lurks somewhere!

Lost

It has been months since

I last lit my faith's lamp,

So many days have passed since

prayers chimed in my dark den's air damp,

My meditating self,

Now gives atheistic yelp.

Lost my faith!

Lost my prayer!

Lost my rituals!

Lost my meditative trance!

The story told by the soul to its own corpse

Once I flew and frolicked high,

Now the flesh and blood gone dry,

The real me withdrew with a painful sigh,

They say, 'I was destined to die,'

It's but the biggest lie!

The Night

Too far and deep, I have gone into the pit of gloom,

And lost in the cavernous folds of the impending doom,

Even the brightest big suns now appear too far,

Faint stars these now and just flash their inspiring rays,

Feeble raylets reaching me cannot take out the ship caught in treacherous bays,

I know the futility of the beckoning light,

Even in its brightest folds outside, hope was always out of sight,

Now i go deep into my night,

With nobody as a witness to my plight,

All cherished dreams out of sight,

A wingless bird that tried to fly but then crashed from its struggled height,

Now I just silently walk into the dark hold of my night,

Alone

and forlorn,

Musicity of my soft moan,

Carrying me into hitherto unreachable zone!

Darkness

Too far and deep, I have gone into the pit of gloom,

And lost in the cavernous folds of the impending doom,

Even the brightest big suns now appear too far,

Faint stars these now and just flash their inspiring rays,

Feeble raylets reaching me cannot take out the ship caught in treacherous bays,

I know the futility of the beckoning light,

Even in its brightest folds outside, hope was always out of sight,

Now i go deep into my night,

With nobody as a witness to my plight,

All cherished dreams out of sight,

A wingless bird that tried to fly but then crashed from its struggled height,

Now I just silently walk into the dark hold of my night,

Alone

and forlorn,

 Musicity of my soft moan,

Carrying me into hitherto unreachable zone!