Can't you feel it
It is in the aura
The panic and dubiety
Everything is shutting down
Our schools , malls and what not !
For it is corona
A blazing flame
Engulfing everything
And everyone in its way
The world calling for SPACING
That spacing which is vain
For the people of our motherland
When it comes to show up
The funeral of a warrior
With ultra attendants
Jolting with eachother
And approaching the dais
To have the glimpse
Of the warrior
For whom , the fear is unknown
He is not scared of death !
Crested helmet , drawn sword
" For the motherland "

The way I grow
Is always questioning
What I think I know
And at times
I think too much
Words stung together
Recounting
What we've done together
Have become forever
Diamonds designed
Under pressure ...

I am caged .
How can i have
the fun of being free ?
Free , as I saw some stride .

I am caged .
How can I have
the merriment of flight ?
Flight , as of a hawk .

I am caged
by sycophants .
Who only have ,
itch of my golden eggs .

Heard , someone craving
for me , being emancipated .
But , but just wanna utter .
I am Avain .

And I only want to hover .
Hover , in the highest altitudes !!!

In the quest of letting you go
far away .
Here I end up ,
having nothing
but you .
In the quest of abstaining self
from you .
Here I end up
absorbed to you .
In the quest of shunning love
so it would perish .
Here I end up
Being proponent of thy .
In the quest of this trek
called life .
Now ,  whenever ,  wherever ,
it shall expire .
It will be Queem to say that
it was suffice ...

She slept amongst
my arms and
her pillow
sweet with
summery flowers
and we were
whole and i
regret not a
single day....