Winter Rain

It’s raining hard

With lightning and thunders

For long hours

As more grey clouds are coming in

It’s not the monsoon

Nor the summer shower

Can’t believe

It’s a winter rain !

It was hot during the daytime

right from the mornings

And even at nights, there was no cool air

I hoped for misty mornings

As I started my new walking routine

I love the scene of trees and flowers

bathed by the naughty mist at night

when i go out in the morning

This time around,rains bathed them

without giving time to dry themselves

I love the sight of sun rays

melting and vaporising the mist

from the leaves and all around

As time nears the noon

if you look at the sky

You can see vapor rising up the sky like smoke

I'vent seen it yet this year

Fogs are thing of the past

I remember those  days

when fog conquered miles and miles

even the hills disappeared under its carpet

i miss that dark thick blanket of fog

that comes every year

Everyone is relying on ceiling fans and air coolers

To keep away the heat

But as the barometer kept rising

Drops of heavenly rain started showering down

As I laid down resting after football game

At my old haunting ground

It’s been raining ever since

And it seems, there is to more to come

I wonder why we have to get the cooler air

Albeit the surprise rain

Northern parts of are

Swamped under the freezing cold

Even the neighboring states are feeling the cold

I wonder what happened to this hilly seaside state

We never get snow here

But this is the only time we get some fog and chilly air

How did it elude us?

Rather, we are carrying umbrellas

Elsewhere,kids couldnt play outside

 due to snow or chilly weather

Here,it's the rain keeping them inside

Is this a sign for future?

Is global warming a myth or reality

Monsoon is faltering

And now we are getting a new kind of rain

At the cost of a winter!

As I listen to the news about the deep freeze in UK

And the erratic snow patterns around the world

As certain places got more snow than they do

Catching them in awkward

And keeping them indoors

Relying on the heating systems

I wonder if we will get to face

Even the slighter winter we get normally

I wish to see the back of winter rain

Rather I wish to see it during summer

A Banyan Tree and Little Sparrows

A huge big banyan tree

Stood tall aside from that main road

As a symbol of heritage for the locality

A blessed shelter for homeless

And tired Samaritans

A favourite leisure place for local gamers

It s also the home for a young sparrow family

That waited to see their kid birds

Breaking out from those eggs

Their first screams gave the joy to parent birds

As they started their life together

They had hopes about a prosperous future

As their home is in the middle of a town

They had to fly a bit far to find food

The kids are not yet ready to fly

As their wings are just starting to evolve

Along with feathers

Parents used to fly away with the belief

That their home is safe from all enemies

They used to bring back food for their hungry kids

On that day

They left their nest as usual to find food

After saying goodbyes to their chirpy kids

They never thought they had unknown enemies

Who was planning to bring down their home

As the day progressed

Some men climbed that tree

And started Cutting down every single branch

The little birds got scared

As their nest started shaking

They started screaming

Calling their parents to come back

They didn’t know what to do

They can’t fly

They just hoped that  their parents would come soon

But they ran out of luck

As their nest fell down along with a branch

Over the pile of branches and leaves

Though their nest survived the fall somehow

They felt the pain

They kept screaming

But nobody cared to look

As more leaves fell over them

They were buried under a pile of leaves

Barely can they breathe

Holding on to their hopes

It’s a heartbreaking sight

That welcomed the parent sparrows

Their nest is nowhere to see

And that big tree is standing no more

It is lying on the ground

As hundreds of pieces

More of bare skeletons now

Shocked at the sight

They started searching for their beloved kids

Flying all around screaming out loud

The kids could hear their voice

But by then their faint voice got even fainter

And hardly it rose up through the pile of leaves

They are so close to their parents

But out of sight unluckily

As the sun started setting

Someone found the little sparrows

While clearing those leaves and branches

He took that nest and kept it on safer ground

Hoping that parent birds might come and find them

Even as those parent birds kept searching desperately

For their beloved little kids

Curious onlookers took snaps of beleaguered little birds

This is the cost of the inhumane rush for development

Image from Unsplash. Thanks 

Virtual childhood

Childhood, a memorable period in life

With innocence flowing down like ncectar

Curiosity to know about everything

Comes instinctively from the blood

As each passing day moves into a shade with a wish

That someday I will also grow up like my idol

So strong and so smart

Dreaming to become super heroes

Like in the movies that I saw recently

Well slowly, things are changing

As kids are born beside the gadgets

They become knowledgeable even before they mature

As internet and television takes them

To a world of knowledge

Good and bad

Rather than playing on grass or fields with friends

The general leisure sports

More and more kids are playing alone

In their rooms using computers', mobile phones',playstations'

Nindetos and countless gadgets

Playing themselves as the heroes

Shedding virtual blood with fun

They race on virtual fast cars and bikes

Than on their cycles

Dead toys are getting old fashioned

With electronic gizmos taking their place

Kids now know things, which their parents struggle to learn

They just sneaks into the horizons of forbidden trut

Even before their minds are ready to take it

Some of them wish to try out, to quench curiosity

With virtual strangers lurking out in dark internet highway

To take advantage of straying lambs

It is a vulnerable childhood

With temptations everywhere

When all the heroes do nothing moral or logical

There is a curious case of y-generation asking

Wh ‘y’ we shouldn’t do this and that?!

With no censorships to keep kids away

Every distorted facts looks like truth for them

When parents themselves can’t be role model

Given their troubles their past

Their silence act as manure for growing as rebels

But virtual world also boosts whiz kids

Who just grows beyond their age with their ideas

As database is there for them to get all ingredients

A platform to attain stardom

Now it’s not all about studying schoolbooks

It’s about getting all the knowledge

Beyond the limited walls of schools and libraries

A more tactical generation is coming up

Born and bred through virtual child hood

If i become a....

Just woke up

From the long slumber

Forgetting eves, nights and mornings

I’ve been swimming in ocean of dreams

I was wondering

What shall I become in future?

Ive dreamed myself

To be someone

Who could be a welcome change

If I become a salesman

I will sell dreams

To those who don’t have dreams

I will sell smiles

To those who forgot how to smile

I will sell hope

To those who live in tears of despair

If I become a painter

I will paint a new universe

With all the colors in this earth

I will paint the scened of every story

To take everyone to new worlds

Where movies can’t take them to

If I become a rockstar

I will create bigbang natural music

With the mix all earthly sounds

Zinking words with souls of joy and pain

Expressing the emotions of millions

Echoing all the way up to the space

I will try to spread message of peace and hope

Every time I step in a stage

If I become a designer

I will recreate the old marvels

In magical space age mode

I will design things that others wish

With inspiration from nature

Spreading awareness about the green world

Through alternate source and style

For now

I am nothing

Just a zero walking around

With a heart full of bright dreams

Hoping to make it big

Some day ,some how

Piece of land,a beautliful curse

I am fortunate

To live in this gorgeous earth

With ever green forests and grasslands

Deserts , iceblocks and islands

Mountains,hills and valleys

Trenches ,craters,barren and  marshy lands

Surrounded by vast oceans

Cut through by curvy rivers,streams

Ponds ,lakes and lagoons

Like anyother human I have a dream

To own a piece of land

To live amidst the heart beats of nature

Far away from the world of gizmos

Where everything is unreal

Even a smile is faked up as customary

With words weaving nets of illusion to flatter

I am realising that our world has changed

From those neanderthal times

With sophistication of technology

Overriding our emotions

Luring towards products made for producing profits

We use it regardless of its necessity

I think we made our lives complex

Different from the times when they lived

Without airconditioners or aeroplanes

But the greed for land never changed

For centuries men gave up their lives

For their masters quests to capture lands

Millions of kids and women paid the price

When ruthless emotionless conquerors

Butchered and tortured them as symbols of victory

Now there are laws and customs

Nationally and internationally,all botched up

Suiting the policies of those in power

Using the loop holes in the laws

The cunning greedy people keeps siezing lands

Forging fake documents with authenticity

Forcing the real owners out of it

Using gangs of horror

When financial might creates a mountain

Of legal obstacles

Red tapes of government machinery

Entangles the ladders to the olive branch of justice

One realises the fact that land is up for grabs

Whenever someone else have their eyes on it

You can’t do much to stop the inevitable

Unless you have the support from all streams

And money to keep the tie wide open

To claw back the justice to the rightful

When legal drama continues in courts of justice

Loser is only the one who loved and kept the land

As years passes by in front of them

With no possibility to get something out of the land

Only money drains out towards attorneys

And all other arms of justice

The siezers can keep laughing

As they know sooner or later

Opponent will get dis illusioned

That’s the tactics they play to outwit the hapless

It’s the time for authorities to open their eyes

As hundreds of people suffer due to

Law twisting evils who call themselves gentlemen

Who rides their luck on spineless laws

That disputes the status of land

When there is nothing in real

Even I live in agony over one such

Piece of land

As generation changed,the mentle fell on me

It’s a beautiful curse that I want to get rid off

Cos,I am looking for peace

Than a piece of land which offers nothing but pain