Rain - A curse

Rain evokes fond memories of a hilly village

Magically transforming the idle soil green

Springs drooling towards the river downhill

Barren canal uphill raising pool of tadpoles  

Paddy fields brimming again before harvest

Transformation of a lean river into a monster

That overpowers the old stone bridge ferociously

But it never took any life nor displaced people

 

Now, rain evokes haunting memories of a forgettable past

Echo of the rain droplets brought life back to scars in the heart

Bringing back the shades of beloved voices that opted silence

Along with the dreams and romances that they left behind

The untold truths are hiding in some distant hearts for long

Leaves the mind emotionally drained and craving for closure

Making the lonely nights unbearable with endless thoughts

Depraving the mind peace and sleep, an unforgiving torture

 

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Darkness

There is light in the darkness

There is silence in the darkness

There is joy in the darkness

There is naughtiness in the darkness

There is emptiness in the darkness

There is soul in the darkness

There is love in the dark

There is pain in the dark

There is weakness in the darkness

 There is inspiration in the darkness

Written in association with Simona From twitter. 

Some Moments

Some moments bring happiness

Some moments impose pain 

Some moments are cherished 

Some moments are beginnings

Some moments are endings 

Some moments are disappointing 

Some moments define life 

Some moments change life 

Some moments captures love

Some moments captures heartbreak

Some moments captures death 

Some moments are hard to forget

Some moments are painful to remember

But those moments are here to say

Deep inside the heart forever

Give back

Give back my right

Give back my land

Give back my pride

Give back my soul

Give back my values

I wish to live with freedom

I wish to live with peace

I wish to live with equality

Even for one day here

I live in this soulless state

Where passion is seen during cricket

Or during a war

Where everyone is corrupted in mind

I live in this lawless state

Where anyone can kill at will!

Highway

A deserted Highway

Abandoned cars and trucks

Badly burnt

At middle of nowhere

No trace of survivors

No trace of hooligans

A story unfolded

In fields nearby

Scattered feminine attires

 And inner wears

Villagers nearby

Revealed the horror

The loot and the battering

Abductions and rapes

Desperate run to save lives

Refuge and silence

Longest wait for the dawn

Of freedom

In the jail of night

As lust and greed

Hid behind the thuggery

To chase down innocence

And erase the evidence

Journeys of joy

Turned out as nightmares

Home remained so far away

Scars of night accompanied

The escape journey

Justice remained beyond reach

As defenders of law remained

Inaccessible 

Image courtesy: Thanks to creators 

Lost Love

A journey from chaos to silence was agonizingly slow

A journey from oblivion to smile was surprisingly brisk

The distance between the silence and smile is daunting 

Time flies with vanishing memories and withered bond

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Anti-National

I am an Anti-National

I don’t pretend my country or cow as my mother

I prefer to give that respect to my mother alone

I am an Anti-National

I don’t worship a saffron terrorist Godse as Patriot  

I admire Gandhi and millions of freedom fighters

I am an Anti-National

I don’t visit RSS shakha to learn about AkhandaBharat

I am fascinated about the formation of Indian Union

I am an Anti-National

I don’t eulogize Sanskrit or Hindi to become a nationalist

I love my mother tongue and stand for all Indian languages

I am an Anti-National

I don’t feel threatened by minorities and other ideologists

I rather bother about hatred spewing rioters and criminals

I am an Anti-National

I don’t use tri-color to force Indians to prove their patriotism

I can’t imagine a saffron flag representing India in my lifetime

I am an Anti-National

I don’t endorse emergency under Indira Gandhi decades go

I believe in Indian constitution and democracy, nothing else

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, our government should benefit only corporates

I wish for social welfare support and opportunities to all Indians

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, any innocent Indian should be jailed for sedition

 I wish that our government could nab some deadly criminals   

I am an Anti-National

I don’t think, I have to prove my patriotism to rioters and haters

I wish they could stop killing fellow Indians and help Indian farmers

I am an Anti-National

I don’t plan to go to Pakistan, just to make newbie patriots happy

I was born here, I will live here and I want to die here, when I am old 

I am an Anti-National

I don’t want to identify myself as anything but a normal Indian

I prefer being an Anti-national than a saffron blinded nationalist

#IamAntiNational 

Reliving - Into the Wild

Sometimes it feels, 
The woods are warmer ,
Than the coldblooded society, 
a small hobbit and a fireplace, 
a small garden aside a stream, 
somewhere far in a lonely valley,
with some sheeps for company,
life will be whole lot simpler ,
with nothing to prove,
nothing to gain,
nothing to lose,
no bonds, no chains
no hope, no expectations
no deadlines,no appeasement
just an idyllic journey amidst nature

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Asylum

Asylum

A bordered world

Patrolled by armed men

Radars, fighter planes, and ships

Seeking the blood of perceived enemies

Yet some of them breach the borders to bomb

Imaginary or futuristic threats away from the shores

Taking innocent lives for no fault of theirs, but for greed

Dismantling the lives of millions in their own homelands

By making them refugees at the mercy of neighbors

Brave hearts risk their lives and march with a hope

Through tough terrains battling adverse weathers

Militants, Traffickers, rogue patrols and open sea  

Holding breath against death at times of trouble

To reach a faraway safe land to start lives again 

Seeking asylum away from shattered homeland

To live, work, and save every penny they can    

To build a nest of safe future for themselves

And for uplifting lives of the loved ones left behind

With a wish for reunion someday in the new shore 

Images courtesy: Rightful creators 

This poem is a part of A2Z series of poems 

Strangers

Someday, we will meet, 

When we couldn't afford to, 

Somewhere midst chaos.

We never met,

When we could have, 

We had plenty of time

To explore sands and hills

Together, in search of freedom

Destiny or fate, We didn't

Our dreams withered away

In the drought of our silence,

While we weaved them in winter,

With a hope to splash in monsoon

Now the spring bloom hollow smiles

Mocking at your portrait of memoir

You will walk past me, like a stranger

With a silence that ill fits a radio

With a smile, hidden somewhere

Saying hello to an old buddy

That's all left in between us

Image courtesy: Rightful creators
#Romance  @#poetry 

Lost Portrait

She sat on the white sands

Of a lonely, get away beach

Keeping her chin rest upon

On folded legs, she gazed

At the symphony of waves

She shared her thoughts,

With the meditating waves

She received vibe of peace

 To calm her exuberance

About a secret romance   

Naughty breeze dillydallied

With her short beach drape

While the shallow lagoon

In her backdrop, sought

Impressions of her beauty

Voyeuristic sun smiled at her

While portraying her curves

Precisely on the sand canvas

She surrendered herself to sun

For a golden tan, for a surprise

She waited for the splashy sunset

To welcome the charming moon

To lit her evening with her man

   

Drowning Bridge

It stood tall for years

Slicing down the distance

Meeting the ends of two hearts

With its panels across the destiny

Sending the messengers to exchange

The news and goodwill

It grew in stature as the symbol of bonding

It saw the fondness blooming like spring

It saw the summers and winters of friendship

It saw the cajoling romance and bitterness of fights

It hoped to remain as the rope between them forever

But, one moment of madness or craziness of fate

It sank slowly, without catching fire, without screams

Silence mourned its slow drowning on one side

Noisy memories kept yelling at it to hold on other side

The remnants of that bridge remain floating

Hoping for a miraculous renaissance 

Image Couresy: Blog Carnival  Thursday Tales 

Welsh Traitors

They roam right after the winter

Grazing the overgrown lawns

Of welsh valleys

Unfazed by the onlookers gazing

They are the darlings of misty Wales

They outnumber the welsh speakers

But, once we cross the Severn bridge

And if we find one of them

Grazing the English grass

My pony tailed welsh friend would yell

You traitor, what are you doing in England?

You are welsh, you go back to homeland

It’s just sheeps, and all they care is grass

But they are welsh traitors in England 

Images Courtesy  : Thanks to rightful creators 

A summer day at Newport

The 3 am early sunrise

River birds act as alarm clock

Day grows longer living its dream

Summer sunshine a treasure in a cold land

Glitters the souls that seek the fun of holidays

Hangouts with friends at the Newport city centre

Watching the buzz of crowd like curious kids

Listening to the street musicians soul tunes

The squirrels of the Belle Vue Park

Wander around the trees and greens

With no fear to the visitors

To find the it’s favorite nuts

Their acts reminds puppet shows

Amusing the kids who play around

Try to catch them out of curiosity

The grand oldies warm up with bowling

On the greens up the hill

Life froze when I sat on the bench

And gazed at the floral arrangement at the square

As the dawn refused to grace the lives

My wait for the stars and the night beauty of river usk

Led me to the walkway along the river

An old man taught me to pluck the chestnuts

From the chestnut tree near the sitting area

When I sit in company of the river

Dreams flew like the breeze from the river

And I walk back to the harrow road

When the lights on the footbridge spruce to life 

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Rivalry

“Life is too short,

 It’s easy to hide in the cellars of revenge,

Raring to bruise with armors to spit fire

And spill the soil with blood of the fallen

 it’s easy to avoid the flags raised for peace,

 Today, you have the right, as you are hurt

Tomorrow, who knows,

The very thought of agony may be worthless,

When the very enemy you fight within

Stop existing in this world

That will be your time,your success

Victorious moments for your pride

You enjoy it, until you lose the adrenaline

Your enemy may go bust towards eternity,

Miles away from your vision,

Miles away from your silence and roars

 Forever,

And you may never get to see again,

Then the rivalry, the agony, the feeling of revenge,

 It will all become vogue,

 Like a pile of damaged currency notes,

with no value to serve anyone

With the conquered patches of parched territories

laying bare to tell the tales of sorrow

You can rest for a while

Until another ruthless mercenary rise

To challenge you to the brink "

Images : Thanks to rightful creators 

Silence

Song sung by a chorus of benumb heartS

Intended for the drivers in a savage safarI

Lost in an alley of false pride and hardselL

Expressed to be heard aloud amidst noisE

Nips of misery, blazing tall with convictioN

Challenges the rival to address the arseniC

Emerged from bruises of emotional carnagE

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Promised land

We live in a world with manipulated justice

Ruled by dictators, with brute force

Groomed by greedy power mongers to vote

With manifestos written in golden lies

We know what we will get in return

Corruption, exploitation, and stagnation

Yet, we remain silent robots, with all anger

But,in a spring of change, some daredevils uprooted 

The corroded corridors of power with a wish for freedom 

We have a modern, but muted League of Nations

That remains blind when bombs dismantle civilizations

And dumb, when people cry loud for help and justice

Defenders of democracy, created new colonies

After massacring innocent societies to gift freedom

They installed puppet authorities to auction the resources

To the ever greedy behemoth corporations of Wild West

They sell arms to neighbors, and foes within

They reap profits while their bullets and shells splash blood

Millions ran for their lives, to find a promised land for refuge

To lead a peaceful life, with assurance of waking up alive

But they are the unwanted burden for the economies of benefits

People risks drowning in depths of chilly seas

Evades the scorching heat of the deserts

Thorn filled paths of unknown terrains

To engage in a proxy battle with eagles waiting to nab

To prevent the souls from entering promised land

This is the fate of refugees, asylum seekers, or illegal migrants

Lucky if they make it to the safe shore

Phasing through the camps of  asylum 

If not, await deportation back to the world of despair

If there is peace, no one will leave the paradise

When you can’t give them the peace and safety

While creating dilapidated hells for them afar

Exploiting their resources in front of their eyes

Without giving prosperity or hope

People will keep flocking the borders

I wonder, how these modern nero’s play fiddle

With utmost peace  

While the war games they played

Comes back to haunt them in flocks

Stretching the limits of their own economies 

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Project Management

Project

A lifeline of a company to earn big bucks

Mining through the risks and unknown challenges

Team

A cluster of strangers and foes

Competing and striving to excel at same time

Managers

A robotic army powered by bosses

To yell at teams to meet deadlines at any cost

Allocation

A utopian distribution system

For assigning resources  for different tasks

Review

A must have checkups to track and cure    

The progress all along the network path of projects

 Deadline

It’s always a daunting task

When you try to make up for the lost time

Regrets

No face value for it

Once you wasted your chance

Stress

A Painful thrill to live through,

Amidst busy fixing one hitch up after another

Time

A luxury to even dream

As every second has its price, with no returns

Sleep

A mirage that keeps moving away 

While digging up turmoils under compulsion  to finish tasks 

Plan

A beautiful map to decorate the wall

When all tasks explode beyond all the controls

Strategy

Dangerous  ploys to play, on every phase

To fix or steady the plans against all the odds 

 Hope

A rope to wish for from nowhere

When every road seems to meet a dead end

Motivation

A sour grape that can energize minds

Urging them to conquer the unthinkable heights

Belief

An empty wallet in pocket

With magical powers to create miracles   

Help

A welcome gift from anyone

Anytime to sail the ship towards a safe shore

End

A podium to climb

To pour the champagne to celebrate the relief 

A poem dedicated to all sleepless , stressed individuals around the world, working hard and trying to meet the deadlines of projects!

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