flames are broken ,flash is needed
blood had fire some half a century ago
Oil in them has frozen, new fuel is needed;
After the industrial era , machines respired
And coldness of ‘Be practical’ headed the time
Wisdom has been fueled to engines
Emotions are rusted either yours or mine;
No eyes to cries,no hears to call,silence roars in unison
As if human instinct have gone to sleep in depressions
Dusty toil of making sum and blood from shoulder tickled
What the cure would do? An alarming shake is needed;
There came the laughter of life
For It exists neither in present,nor the past could arrive
it is lost somewhere ad-mist opening the closed eye
What throwing a stone in pond would do,ripple would die
A giant emerging storm is the need of the time;
The last we stood together for the common notion is a page buried in history
In the numbness of reasoning ,I hear a palpitating sound beneath
Asking”Is The ruined freedom is much better than slavery”
Survival of the fittest is master’s policy
And shamelessly we inherited adaptability;
In the vision of a better world ,the pigeons of our sleep have gone
Why Wait has not met its end if our heads are fully grown.
Passed is a century, the lights in eyes are dimmed
flames are broken ,flash is needed
blood had fire some half a century ago
Oil in them has frozen, new fuel is needed;
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
The water was still,with dust on its shore,
as if last night everything has been washed away;
and left is the fertility on the floors;
The signs of feet we make are transient,
this time they fell over the sand ,ready to print its first monsoon scene;
The mother land was touched in her heart serene,
smiled in the promise’ she would treasure the depressions in her dormant beneath.
The water was perfect, clear just as your eye;
the ripples were quiet spreading to the banks.
My heart was bound to see the magic that wont die.
The sun was shining high.
Even every passing man was a witness to the essence;
And to the moment when all demons felt a sigh,
surely masters of white temple must have marked our presence.
The whole world had turned a faint,
every bit of life was flowing through our veins;
the sheer excitement has preached my mind as if i am pouring water from the sea.
You were the perfect shape of nature.
embracing whom would pump up the lungs;
A perfect place to live within and feel light as a feather.
Regardless of limits of time and ties of birth.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC