Rainbow on River USK

A welsh winter morning

After an enlightened new-year

Gloomed with dark clouds

Groomed with silent rain

Chilled with wind from riverside

The festive mood was still in air

As the near empty roads suggested

I went for a walk with a friend

Gracing the lonely rain

Walking along the riverside

The usk river remained a slim beauty

Glazing its bare muddy curves

We turned around

A spectacle semi circled the river

Like a colorful hanging bridge

From the edge of its side

To the heights of a nearby tower

A rainbow sparkled

Like a portrait on cloudy canvas

As we snapped up its beauty

With our eyes

The sky opened its canvas

Tearing away the clouds

Making way for the sun to surface

It wished the dawn with a bright smile

While bidding adieu to the soul rain

As the glamour of sun flourished

The fantasy trail of rainbow diminished

With a silent goodbye! 

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Helpless Moments

Some moments freezes as it is

Refuses to melt down

As if, it is an imprint to live with

The more I try to forget it

The more it haunts me

A deep regret within my soul

A plight I tried to avoid

I chased the time, to catch some air

Even the shortest distance from safety

Looked so distant, on a night slept in silence

But, my legs weren’t strong enough

In that night of misfortune

I prayed for all the luck

There was nothing left in my destiny

A hollow mind and a strangled heart

Kept me drowning,

While I tried to hold on to the hands of hope

I still ask myself, why I am so slow to react

When it matters the most!

I wonder why I forgot even the sense

To make a simple call , I panicked

As I saw the last breath gasping to the doom

Stood numb and signed that record

On final moment of your life

I still can’t forgive myself

For failing to save you, by a whisker

A few minutes,

I wished I could buy those moments

And give you a breather

While I saw

 You flying away from me forever

Leaving my hands

I still haven’t found my promised land

Without you, I am still wandering

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New Year 2012

Just a change of guard

Like we move from yesterday to today

We leave behind bunch of memories

We leave behind the treasures of joy

We leave behind the trenches of losses

As the clock tick to the twelve

The fireworks mar the beautiful winter sky

With the smoke covering the glowing stars

A night is kept awake with loud music

With dancing floors sweating in its misery

Rather than the nectar, alcohol flows

Like rivers of ecstasy filling empty hearts

While those struggling, wish for a change

Hope for a new dawn and new path

Those who gave up hope plays down

It’s just another number, a routine

While the predecessors wonder in heavens

What is this mess?

This is just another month and another day

While April is the real New Year

Now it’s a fools new year

But how about those cultures

Where there are many new years

Depending upon on beliefs and harvests

Yeah, it’s just another day another year

A cycle to repeat to add to the history

This time that year that day

Get some sleep and wake up

It’s the same you

Even with all new resolutions

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Dawn of retirement

They worked like machines through ages

To build their lives and future of their kids

Now, old to be dynamic,

Yet, for authorities, they are not old enough

To seek the leisure and peace of retirement

May be they are living in fool’s paradise

As politicians never retire until heaven calls them

 What will these hapless people do?

Alone in their final days

Nobody around to look after

Left to face the freeze in the winter

With no heat aids to support

No money for holidays

Pawns of hedging pension funds

Generations spoiled with benefits

Cut aside from the values of Victorian age

The system of looking after the old aged

All within the family

In the name of independence

Leaving home at early age

Leaving the burden on government

To look after an ageing population

Who is to blame?

The middle aged can’t even rest

As pensions mocks at their face

As a question mark over their future

With no choices to opt

Destined to work longer

In the name of higher life expectancy

Some of them can’t even see the dawn of retirement

Recession is a silly excuse

To cover the holes of faulty economic policies

There is money to support wars abroad

But, there is no money for the beleaguered

Now they can work more

With a dream about a dawn

Sitting in the couch, reading a paper

Going out with friends to the pub

To beach to feel the sunshine

Without the stress from bosses

Without the worry about paychecks

With pension, the mr. safeguard on side

Without depending on anyone else

But, that dawn of retirement is moving farther

Somebody has to stop it sooner!

 This poem is a form of support for those people who deserve early retirement!When the legs and hands become weak, we should let them rest and live the life without worries! Extending the retirement age is an escapism! Images: Thanks to respected copyright holders!

silence of the soul

Silence of the soul

Aftermath a long journey

Leaves behind countless questions

Unanswered

Yet, everyone ask beloved

What happened?

Without knowing what to say

To console them

To overcome the pain of irrecoverable loss

The tears of the loved ones

Raise questions towards heaven

Hoping that it will be heard

Why did you do it?

We all were here for you

We were part of your happiness

We celebrated it as ours

But when you had a sorrow

You thought, you were alone

Now, we are helpless

We have to survive through this life

With a regret that we couldn’t heal your sorrow

We wish, you had kept some moments

To share your problem with us

We would have found a solution

Now, we can only shower our love for you

With our prayers for you