rider bridled wave
carving through the curving crown -
ebullient sea smiled

I wish to be the gentle breeze
Sweeping tearful eyes
Of the weary midday flower.
Or to be the horrid shadow
Casting fearful darkness
For a passer-by to rest.
A rippling river of white
I wish to be the one
Drenching thirst of arid earth.
Or to be a dancing wave
Of the mighty sea
Playing with a child.
A guild of fleeting clouds
Hiding splendid sun
For a homeless soul
Or the canopy of green
Thwarting rain for a home
I wish to be the one.
I wish to be a cresset
Guiding glimpse of hope
In the prosaic paths of pangs
Or to be a firefly
In the dim toilsome journey
Of a soul to his divine home.

puny pink primrose
pursuing phantom pleasure
pecking playful puff

buff blossoms bringing
bright bubbling blissful blessings -
benign brain bewitched

in my changeless sky
clouds of thoughts are passing by -
shining sun smiling

The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks
As fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes
Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake
Conquered on the kiss of cold, a cambered frozen line.

The eternal night of valour, written in silver past
Still shining in the faces of unshuffled uniforms of bravery
Twenty daring sons of motherland, in the ticking clock of darkness
On the giddy throng of foes, fallen lightning strokes.

Time was what they need, till the distant succour
They fought an infinite war, fringing their martyrdom
Until the land kisses, the unclouded moment of victory
For the present cradles to sing, made their last salute.

Alone in my thoughts, I waited on the railway bench
Oh, my muddled mind started surveying past,
Yes, it was a year ago we sat there sharing hearts
On that same bench, her reminiscence all around

Grace was her other name, a bubble of infinite grace
I heard in her every talk, strains of plaintive music,
A girl I adore a lot, an eternal love we promised to share,
But my gilded lies failed to die, and in time, my eyes failed to shine.

Oh! Is it me or her?
Who wants to break away?
Beneath the ticking clock
Again we met to wrangle.
Moment of anger..
And of ego..
At present alone I sat..
A midday sun of misery..
Alone and all alone..