Celebrating Light

Why does this always occur,
All hopes limited to a mere flicker,
When we see something burn,
We subject it to scrutiny and spurn,
And we find someone to blame,
But strange is this flame,
Despite agony and anguish,
This refuses to extinguish.
Here it is shining bright,
Sacrificing to give light,
But with the morn in abundance,
This too shall pass in irrelevance.
Again one more year in the dark,
Spent waiting for a spark.

Belief

Who is this shouting within,
Unheard amidst the worldly din,
Perturbed and in pain,
Here I go silent again.
Again I hear the loud scream,
Its real no longer a dream,
But no one else hears You,
My experience may not be true.
Sometimes I do shiver,
In agony and fear,
Yet you remain there,
and continue to stare,
At my courage,
which grows with age.

The end

Though miles away from the shore,
compass was not needed anymore,
ship that sailed adrift,
found a rock to cause a rift,
there were treasures to plunder,
as the ship went down under,
such nature's vehemence,
to bring the lost silence,
it lay there on the seabed,
with life and yet dead.

Cruel Intention

What do I want?
Why do I always rant?
What has gone?
I fail to leave it alone.
It was not mine to live,
Neither was it mine to give,
Yet I clung on,
To see a better dawn.
It was a night,
there was no moon,
No better songs to croon,
I was stabbed in the back,
You stood there in the dark.
Truth shall be sinister tomorrow,
With no more smiles to borrow,
You shall not pay any homage,
To your own sacrilege.
Reap what you once did sow,
Now its your share of sorrow,
Shed your tears but will this prevent?
Defeat for the subservient.
With a dead army before the battle,
How many enemies can you rattle?
And I shall be there with some more,
On the other side to settle the score!

My brother

I realize I have lost you,but is it true?
so what if there are miles inbetween,
and some years unmet and unseen,
a family we are forever,
in heart we are always together,
this is not an end just a moment,
a sad phase to lament,
but beyond there is a smile,
just wait for a while,
turn back I am there where you left me,
open your eyes and you shall see.

Handful of grain

Walking hundred miles to see the road end,
I wanted to stop but there was a bend,
Alone I did start but not a lonely voyage,
Had a purpose with me at every stage,
I am tired perhaps just a bit today,
Another bend as my hair turns grey,
But I cannot stop not at the moment,
Not the time to bring joy or lament,
For there are some seeds still to sow,
Some more saplings that I need to grow,
I shall embark on my journey again,
With some water and a handful of grain.

Farewell

Here dies a mercenary,
An aspired revolutionary,
Today no tears shall be shed,
Neither any flowers spread,
Not even a decent interment,
Shall forgive his torment,
There shall be no remembrance,
Deserving every bit of irreverence,
He shall journey into nothingness,
For his battle was meaningless.

Survival

The tussle of passion and compulsion,
paints love and colors life,
complete with imagination,
Yet scared of the knife.
To like and to get,
Is perhaps existence beyond fate,
One an eternal memory, other to forget,
It is never too late.
All the pursuit to nowhere,
Unending paths to any place,
With no time to spare,
Everyone wants to win the race.

You shall call me!

Every time you pull me,
And push me back into the sea,
The desire to see,
Does not set me free.
I am but a one eye,
Within million sighs,
Without wings to fly,
I touch so many highs.
Why do you not speak,
With words that I seek,
Your silence seldom weak,
Conveys hope that is not bleak.
I cannot comprehend bondage,
Growing with my age,
Yet in life’s every page,
You have freed me from every cage.
Yet in my ignorance,
I have embraced arrogance,
Anger and impatience,
And ambition immense.
The more I reap,
There is pain somewhere deep,
This joy does not leap,
Rather makes me only weep.
My mother, my friend,
Where does this end,
I have nothing more to send,
But for ways to mend.