Thursday, August 23, 2018

A thought for rebuilding a paradise

Rains marked their ultimate trajectory that night.
The perilous sky erupted thunderbolts
destroying countless stars lying below
drowning under the vast sea of aspirations
in god's own country.

The day saw no sunshine,
tragedy, jeopardy, and treachery were the three ultimate friends
or foes as they say,
The mind lost the calm, wandering inside the labyrinth called life
with all doors shut, the soul got no respite
It died a slow death, with a promise to re-born with a hope.

Millions lost their homes built brick by brick cemented with red,
red as in blood, washed away colorless that day.
Empty promises and white lies found no ears that day
A day not so promising, dates were missing this time

A hand came out to search for another
They say, an eye for an eye,
I say let us all be blind, 
Let us not see who we are, where did we come from
The red inside of us is same, there is a heart in every one of us
that beats the same between sixty and a hundred.
A hundred hearts stopped beating that day.
Let humanity survive.

Silence is not Valory.
Let the rains of joy shower on your friends who are in need.
Let us not forget our part of service.
A nation is  'ONE' when we join hands together.
Let's make this God blessed Country a paradise once again.

#WakeUpIndia #KeralaFloods #UnitedWeStandAgainstOdds

Thursday, August 2, 2018

A Different 'Today'

Pic: A Lonely 'walk'
Location: Calangute Beach, Goa
It is something different today,
right now.

The usual eyes searching for the flame of desire
A desire that remained unfulfilled, incomplete and unjustified.

I have seen you singing songs of merriment
with tears of deceit and guilt.
I have been with you in your tested days
with the hollow dream, you built,

I have grown up with you, inch by inch,
when your smile was my paradox of dis-ease.
I have walked with you in scalding sands
when your song traveled akin a cold breeze.

I have never complained how hard it is to believe
That someday somewhere I could get lost
Lost forever from your memories
That day is different today 
Indeed, it is something different today

Like my prose has lost the rhythm and rhyme
to find solace in the trajectory of myriad thoughts
Like the time has stopped for me forever
to question me and my fate of loosened knots.

If you are reading these by now
I pray to the lord that one day,
You will come back to surrender but
I will be different that day from today

I promise you, my dear-est, one last time, 
right now, that
I will be different that day from today.