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!
