Identity
Since the unnoticed dawn
At the life's shore,
There has been relentless tides;
So many times it has taken me in stride,
In success,in failure,
In desperation galore.
After twenty years
The ocean has left me back;
In tears,in fears
Once where i was tracked;
Just where everyone dawned,
Now i am peregrine;
Just where every dream spawned,
Under the fleeting wings of time
In aspirations tangerine;
Who am i?
What am i here for?
Had not been the world better off,
Showing me the death's door?
I am ashamed to disclose my identity
Like many uncountable pebbles,
I am just another pebble;
Without an identity.
Yet Another Day
Yet another day,
It was today;
The unwilling sun
Awoke from its ephemeral slumber;
Shone with tired sunshine,
Lamented,it could no longer
Hide behind the night's ravine.
Awoke the sleepy earth in her cozy nest,
Reluctant and mundane;
To lose in chaotic chirruping
To hate routine's behest.
Across the dizzy greens
The wind blew;
Above the placid sky
The birds flew.
Underneath the rivers flowed,
In its endless flow;
As eternally,
As the fires glow.
Sun came down,
Painting frustrations umpteen;
Climbed the squeamish stars
Hating the deathless routine.
Slept the tired earth,
A decade's sleep;
Soon to get lost in fray;
Tomorrow,
Is just another day.
Idle
Every second seems like an hour,
As i sit idle;
Building hopes to despair,
Like drawing lines in water;
I feel restless.
Pledging to endeavour,
Like pouring ink on blotting paper;
I feel worthless.
The entire day
I sit idle,
Savoring the pipe-dreams;
And hope to rekindle,
The long lost fire within.
I sit idle;
Battling the mental scandal.
Beggar
The last time i was in a train
My face shrunk seeing the dirt.
Desperate was i to escape the flith,
When came a soul,a saviour;
A soul whom we hate
As they lay their hands to beg,
A soul seeing whom we move aside
As they approach us for the slightest mercy,
A soul at whom we dont even look at
As they cry for a priceless penny.
Such is the soul,
Who stinks,
And on the spit he sits;
He does not mind cleaning the dirtiest hell
He does not mind even if you dont love him;
Its nothing but his little expectations,
That he reaps in his glowing eyes
And thrives in his whispering sighs.
I felt like hugging the little Jesus
I felt like crying seeing his laid out palm
Without a penny;
I gave him five rupees
Such a beggar was I.
Rain
From the misty lands of golden moss
And the far away habitat of croaking frogs,
Came rolling in the ocean of sky
The clouds like floating wooden logs.
From the distant island of green ocean
Where the rain-soaked beaches bathe in sunshine,
And the bedraggled forests of raingod's haven
Where butterflies bask in the fragrance of vine;
Rain came sprinkling across the horizon,
Drenching the steel and mortar blocks,
And trickling down damsels' blonde locks.
From far across the mystic miles
Come fading the echoes of incessant rain.
