A fading golden smile

I was once luscious red,
Now the colours get shed,
Spring dews nourished me,
Delightful to see,
Now the colours turn pale,
Youth, how thou sail!
Sadistically sun-kissed and old,
Death takes me in its fold,
I but hold with grace,
My wise, toothless smile up for a brace,
Earlier only my skin used to glow,
Now the entire self in mystical flow,
I choose to smile till last,
Let the summer sun go crazy with blast,
I arrived with smile on my lips,
Now the entire soul takes divine sips.

Love for Thugs and Bugs

The rabid Chinese communist thugs,

And fundamentalist Islamic bugs,

Will tatter and tear

the majestic carpet to bloodied rugs,

Don't take their bait,

Don't engage them in hate,

At level theirs don't fight,

For it'll be devil's delight,

Love is the sole remedy against the bug,

Go, give them a sweet hug,

Goodness lies in every human heart,

Only on the surface bad doth dart,

May be they will realise,

It's the only harmless weapon

to cut the devil to a decent size,

Civil disobedience against

the Chinese communist thugs,

A loving embrace

to the blinded suicidal Islamic bugs,

Only this will quell the doom,

Or be ready for the devil's boom!

The Last Baobab

Not all is well,

Another Baobab fell,

The millennial old sages,

Mother's blessing arms for ages,

They now bid a sad bye,

Her blessings withdraw with a sigh!

A cozily safe smile somewhere

The Spring's traces last,
Hot summers approaching fast,
Languid notes in the air,
A solitary bird's forlorn chirping
for its musical share,
Drowned in stillness
this late morning bright and fair,
Sky's dull blue,
Spread with some mystical clue,
But a smaller world is there,
The overall lethargy cannot reach where,--
In its self-defined world
in a corner tiny,
The luscious wild flower
still stands brave and shiny!

Indefeatigable Beauty

The storm screeched through the night,
Poured its fury through sadistic love bite,
Undefeated but smiles the beauty,
Still doing its fragrant duty,
Her holy petals bear
the storm's violating drops without fear,
Holy beads now they are,
Smiles, smiles and no war!

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!

Holy Fire

I am the moth

and I love my flame!

My fire!

But I feel the burning core of

the glow around which

I helplessly circle around!

I know that I cannot stop

the fire from burning,

So I throw myself in a fiery pit

to forget my dear flame's burning plight!

I throw myself in a bigger fire

so that I forget myself

and my flame's cries!