I dance with the
Ethereal shadows
Of sublime melancholy
Under the violet skies
On some nights
They take my hand
And spin me around
Round and round
Till my breath comes out
In deep sighs
And i can no longer breathe
The scented breeze
That makes
The leaves sing
A hauntingly beautiful song
So with a weary heart
And a drowsy mind
I sink into the void
Of a languid sleep
With a hope tucked
Somewhere in my crevices
That the elysian world
Of dreams that'll greet me
Will replenish my
departed energy
And my bones
wont feel so empty
As dawn unfolds
Before me

The advent of our desires
Makes us scramble
For the basic necessities in life
The culmination of those desires
Makes us bereft
Of a single atom of peace
And sanity in our lives

I am small
But I'm eons away
From being insignificant
And trivial
I am tiny
But my mind possesses
Fathomless proportions
Indisputably
I am willowy
But my bones are ripe
With a strength
of the oldest living tree
My voice is faint
But I roar like a lion
With my actions
So think
Not only twice
But a million times
Before you decide
To sweep me off
Like an atom of dust perhaps
Beware
Of my imperceptible
Yet piercing brilliance

Why is it that
whenever I find
my way back
After much difficulty
From the depths
Of your eyes
My breath comes out
In heavy sighs
And a faint voice
From a distant corner
In my mind
Gently and softly
But firmly tells me
That the thousand ways
In which I smile
With you by my side
Will only turn
Into fragments
of memories
A few years
Down the line
And the emotions
they'll induce
Will drench me
To the bones
And wash away
Every color
In front of my eyes

The souls
of those great
men and women
Who suffered
And sacrificed
More than we can
Ever perceive
But never surrendered
Their iron will
to persevere and fight
Against those tyrants
Who brutally shackled
Their lives
And thus made it possible
For us today
To breathe
Speak
And live as per
Our wishes and needs
Will find peace
Only when
The rich diversity
Present in our country
finds itself
Unmistakably tethered
By the golden thread
Of brotherhood and fraternity
And our democracy
works for the welfare
Of every single person
Who resides within its boundaries
Completely Ignoring all differences
Based on class creed and colour
Of our skin
And granting all sentient beings
Equal opportunities
To blissfully flourish
Only then
We'll be able
to assert confidently
That freedom
We have indeed achieved

Not enough ink
In my pen
To express myself
With an enticing
poetic brilliance
But more than enough ink
In the same pen
To write my thoughts
Plainly
with unadorned words
And conventional phrases
Often adding
a rhyme or two
To impart
A reading experience
Which I hope
Is at an arm's length
From being dull
and monotonous

I hope that those
Who think that
they are free
Cause that's what
They're made to believe
Soon realize
That real freedom
They haven't yet achieved
And gather their strength
To resume their fight
Against those
Whose tyranny
Haven't yet diminished