There is fire, as all of us know,
Comes from unknown and then puts up a show,
Hot by nature, providing us light,
It saves us from the cold dark night.
So beautiful to see that it attracts the fireflies,
Gives them the complete happiness before it ignites,
All the hopes deeply buried in them,
And then destroys them into ashes, what a gem!
There is water which is nothing like fire,
Gives selflessly and will never retire,
Flowing calmly, it bends and bows,
Acknowledges all the obstructions, before it overflows.
Changing its form when required,
Its flexibility is always admired,
Taking it for granted, don't you dare,
Only a fool will underestimate it's power, beware!
There is a mystical place where fire and water live together,
Where they don't mind being with each other,
Fire burns in its heart but water is its soul,
Like a werewolf who is hurt with a silver knife, they make it growl,
Then, they decide to unite in a peculiar way,
To come out as tears while it tries to smile all the pain away.
Where Are Those Days?
Where are those days were people used to actually talk?
When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart,
When they sat next to each other without any gadgets,
But holding their hands.
Where they used to lie down on the ground,
Looking at the sky,
They found 'Seven Sisters',
And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious,
That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book?
Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love,
But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet?
A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth?
A Majnu for a Laila?
And a Dante for a Beatrice?
May be I'm just an old soul,
Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world,
Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong,
I think I should get back to my time machine.
While fluttering around,
Beautiful with vibrant colored wings,
I captured your attention,
And I saw that you were totally in awe of my beauty!
Where is your attention?
Is it on my wings?
I'm not just that,
Those wings are the signs of my success,
From hardship and darkness,
And I'm proud of them.
But, I'm more than that.
Once I was a caterpillar,
Just like any other worms I used to crawl,
To fill my belly,
And I ate,
I ate so much that one day I couldn't move.
I was not able to take a single step and I lost my appetite,
No one cared about me,
So, I found shelter in darkness,
Left alone to die, I covered myself so that no one could ever see me.
I spent several days in despair with no light in my life,
But, that was not the end,
I transformed that I could no longer stay in the cage,
That I made myself for me.
Now, I'm free, I'm humble and I'm strong,
Not just beautiful,
So, where is your attention?
Is it on my wings?
The Golden Tree..
Golden Tree stood in silence,
Beauty met with pain.
Sitting in my comfortable couch,
Trying to get a solution for my boredom,
I changed channels from one to another,
That's when,I heard shrieking from men and women,
From a land far away.
Carrying there children in their hands,
They are rushing to get all the help they can have,
Those children have deep hollow eyes,
And with just skin and bones,
We can count the ribs that they have got.
While the governments are busy to show off their political strength and power,
Parents are selling children to satiate their hunger,
They go door to door to ask if anyone needs a child,
So that they can find some money to feed another child.
Mothers are helpless
Fathers are hopeless,
Public is clueless,
Governments show no remorse as if they are guiltless,
And me, writing a poem on it is pointless!
We satisfy those hungry eyes and stomach with love and food regardless,
Of age,caste,creed,color, nationality, religion or sex.
The Diary Of The Leaves
Fallen leaves lying down in disgrace,
While waiting to be crumbled and crushed by others,
They feel the ground, so cold and dead,
And see the grey sky with no ray of hope.
They remember the spring when they were new and fresh,
So beautiful, green and tender,
They were the best companions of the tree whom they adored,
And shared everything with each other so that they could grow.
Then came the summer where they loved to give shelter,
To everyone who came to them from the scorching sun,
Or from the downpour in June,
Their compassion and care helped others to live, love and breed.
In autumn, they brought colors into life,
The trees adorned them like precious ornaments,
Enjoying everyone's attention and praise,
They were at their peak.
Then, they started to fall,
Some even didn't try,
But others gave a fight with the wind,
Not willing to let go off that tiny little connection with their mate.
Lying on the ground they can see the bare tree, their old companion,
The squirrels, birds and the insects to whom they gave shelters to,
And the people who found shade under them too.
So now, they are waiting for winter eagerly,
To cover themselves with snow,
To erase all the memories,
To forget and to be forgotten.
When the night falls,
Sun leaves you and the darkness starts to fill your eyeballs,
When you stumble on every rock on your way,
All alone on a road in a land far far away,
When all you can hear are the screams of stillness,
And you find signs of increasing frailness,
Open your eyes and look in the sky,
As the moon and stars are not saying you goodbye,
Feel the ground,
And walk as if you own the land,
Listen to the sound of wind in the trees,
The music of the rustling leaves,
Settle your nerves,
Because you are a part of this powerful universe.
I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing what is coming along,
As I go up, I see the most beautiful sight,
And when I'm down I watch the lava flowing inside.
At one point I have the heaven,
An angel standing beside me,
Telling the truth, separating the right from the wrong,
Guiding the way, showing the perfect path for my journey.
Then, suddenly I'm in hell,
Fighting with my demons,
Burning myself in the fire,
Where temptations are crawling around me,
And every inch of my body and mind is tired of struggling with the strongest evil that I have ever known.
I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing where I belong,
The harder I push myself to be in a place where I can hear melodious song,
To make peace with my past,
Longing for the serendipity that other people have known,
The deeper I plunge into an ocean of darkness,
Into the void where I was left alone,
Trying to get a grasp on my life, for one breath.
I'm swinging up and down,
Not knowing if I should carry on.
It was so wonderful to have you in my hands,
That I jumped in excitement like a kid,
I hugged and praised all your colourful features,
And my heart swelled with pride because I knew that you belonged to me.
When the wind came, you started to flutter,
And I knew that you wanted to fly high in the sky,
So, I carefully chose the string to tie it with you,
Then ran towards the highest peak that I ever knew.
I looked for the wind directions to help you with your flight,
And slowly detached myself from you for your wish to come true,
When I saw your happiness I had to cut the string that attached you with me,
To let you go,to see you roam freely.
But, when the wind settles and you find that there is not even a breeze,
To keep you motivated with your flight,
Find your way back home,
And I will be waiting with the perfect string to launch you back in the sky.
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