Rainbow Prince

Rainbow Prince

He is pretty and witty

 A perfect secret soul mate

He lives in her diaries and heart

Someone she calls her own

He travels with her all day

And rests in her words at night

He fills her dreams with magic

He grew with her words over the years

A bonding untold

He knows her teenage dreams

He knows her ambitions

He is her boyfriend

Whom she makes jealous

She looks up to him to wipe her tears

She looks up to him to hug her joys

She lives a life with a life with him

Far away from the eyes of people around her

He sits beside her until she catches sound sleep

She tells him everything happened on that day

 He is her warrior who fights for her anger

She tries to find him in those pretty faces

That catches her attention

He is her ideal man

But she knows, nobody can be like him

He is her confidante to store her secrets

He never hurts her, just loves her

She prefer this prince over all flirts

 Cos they look for only fun

They don’t have time for her feelings

This is her perfect fairytale love story

That keeps her going in her loneliness

There is no place for heartbreaks

As she fights and patches up everyday

A routine she loves to follow

She has obligations to meet

Can’t hurt anyone,

He taught her what love is  

Gave her courage to face life

He lets her enjoy life to the fullest

Finding happiness in whatever she do

Someday a man will come to take her away

But, she will take her rainbow prince with her

She will try to assimilate him in her man

A tough task, but it’s a wish

This poem is about a secret imaginary lover of my friend.There might be million rainbow princes living in hearts of millions of girls.  

A never-ending wait

Sitting in the verandah

A dad was in thoughts

A dilapidated cycle hung from the roof

A reminiscent of a colorful past

It’s three years

Since his son got nabbed

Still got the hope of his return soon

Police nabbed him as a suspected rebel

In the eyes of rebels

He was an informer

Caught in between two warring fronts

Like him, many poor people are struggling

Living in fear

Suspected

No justice

No help towards freedom

Death or life at somebody’s mercy

Join a front

It’s a risk

Cos informers are deep-rooted within village

A life without peace or aim

Survival is the only dream

But that dream soured

As the son finally got released

Rebels took their turn to nab him

Charged him with crime of informing

Executed without mercy

I wonder what sort of revolution is this!

They fight for the so-called poor

They terrorize the same poor

They kill the same poor mercilessly

What crime did those poor people commit?

No one has answer

In few days that dad will know

That his son won’t come back ever

He lived with one hope until now

Return of his beloved son

Who will answer for his broken dreams?

Can anyone give him back the soul?

That he took care for so many years

Now he face the lonely old age without support

Those who can’t see the pain of a dad

They can’t be humans

They are just butchers of innocent people

For their selfish glory

This poem is about a real life incident.There are many families in that part of the world who are facing this situation,caught in between rebels and authorities.Suspected by both parties,and they pay the price for being innocent.

A day for yourself

Take a break from your anger

Take a break from your tensions

Take a break from your tears

Take a break from your regrets

Take a break from your dreams

Give yourself a day for peace

Go out and spread all your love

Shower all your care

Fly yourself in a world of freedom

Give compliments to the ones closer to you

Tell you mother and sisters

That they are beautiful

Tell your girl friends that they are sexy

Tell your brothers and friends

That they are handsome

Go out and spread the love

Let others know how much they mean to you

Make them feel wanted

As they makes up your world

In sorrows and joy alike

Have a great, peaceful day

Keep sometime for yourself

To rest and rejuvenate

As the marathon of life keeps going on

And you are just a runner

Trying to cross the finishing line

But the finishing line keeps moving away

As you reach near it

No one can sit back and live in glorious past

Cos tomorrow is a new day

With new tasks to finish and new glories to achieve

This poem is derived from the message sent by my friend July.

Butterflies garden

I started walking in the morning

To see the fog and breathe the fresh air

I climbed a lonesome hill hugged by clouds

I wanted to join them at the top

I saw many happy faces trekking down

Laughing and smiling as if life is full of joy

I wondered why I could not walk like them!

Without worries about an uncertain future

Without the thoughts about a painful past

Without the fear of
the tasks, I’ve to complete

Along the road, I saw a diversion

I stood for a while

I looked at the summit

Where my favorite clouds are waiting for me

With my seat on that sculptured rock unoccupied

I am eager to reach the summit

Before someone else, occupy my kingdom

But I was tempted by the scenery

Of an unknown, haunting path

Fully covered by overgrown grasses

But I saw the intention mark of tyres

Suggesting that someone recently traveled

Through that path

The trees had a weary look with no leaves

I saw the golden leaves scattered all around

I wondered, why I didn’t notice this path before?

I’ve climbed this hill so many times

I decided to see what’s there inside that beautiful wood

Though, I feared the presence of snakes and other reptiles

I walked through the path by following the tyre marks

As I kept moving, the sun started shining more

I saw some warehouses

But there was no one around

I was eager to go farther to see what is there

I saw the blue sky through a vast opening

As the trees ceased to exist

I saw a beautiful valley and a lake

The valley looked splendid with the array of roses

A vast area divided into sectors

Housing red, blue, white, yellow

And countless other types of roses

As I reached amidst the roses

I saw a jeep parked on the lakefront

An old man was sailing slowly in his boat

I think it was the gardener

As I looked around, I was stunned

At first glance, it looked like the rain of golden leaves

As I watched carefully, I realized

It’s a flock of Colourful butterflies, each a masterpiece

Flew down from the hill and took their fiefdoms

Each rose for a butterfly, peacefully closed their wings

Sipped the honey with pleasure

And then flapped their wings and flew up

Moving towards other roses

They resembled the migratory birds that travel in groups

With some butterflies, sticking in smaller groups

And enjoying lighter moments

I looked at the art patterns in their wings

Any painter will be proud of it to paint

These butterflies were enjoying their freedom

Flying with happiness as if nothing else matters

It looked as if a colony of butterflies

And I was like an intruder, but well welcomed

As some butterflies came and sat on me

As more and more of them kept coming

I chose to say goodbye to them and walked back

As I tracked back through that road

I noticed the humps of leaves spread across

The land beneath the trees

Those leaves were bed for thousands of butterflies

They left their bodies behind in this heaven

Their souls are still flying around

Don’t know where they are from

But they came here to their own paradise

A place to celebrate their short life

To enjoy and bid adieu to this world 

This poem is inspired by a video I saw on tv, which showed millions of butterflies traveling to a place together. The pictures are taken by drz and Stergo .

Messenger of Hope

There are phases in life

Where the smiles beckons you

Luck evades your path for long

Everything goes against your wishes

No plans take off for redemption

Feeling of despair overwhelms

Thoughts of failures loom large

Your hearts sinks into unruly depression

You wish for a helping hand

You pray harder for better luck

Waits for change in fortune

With seamless draining of tears in agony

There was need for money for Dave

Already slumped in depths of debts

With no one to approach for help

He sat with exasperation, with no hope

For all the help he did for others

At the time of distress, he did get back

Surprisingly, from the quarters he never expected

Cos god never leaves one to struggle for long

From nowhere he came

Someone who pave the way

To the shore of security

Someone with the words

Transforms the mentality

May be a stranger or friend

Send by god for changing destiny

“That’s the messenger of hope”

When he felt, there is no road ahead again

Sat on the bridge to jump into river

Passer by asked him, why are you doing so?

Dave said, I’ve no hopes left in life to live

Stranger said, son you came this far

You battled hard against the odds

May be your luck is just some steps away

Don’t faze, just give it a try, don’t give up

Dave walked back to life

Worked harder than ever before

Even when things went wrong, he kept his cool

Eventually he succeeded in his quest

He remembered that person

Who came from nowhere!

This life has lot to offer

You never know, what lies ahead

Just hang on in there

Cos for every downfall, there is a rise

For every struggle, there is a day of joy ahead

Some one will come to your life, to change destiny

That’s messenger of hope”

This is a poem inspired from a true incident told by a middle aged person,whom i met on a queue.I was about to return in disappointment,and he told this incident and asked me to go and see what is  in store for me.Luck or coincidence,i got my stuff sorted out that day.