"The wind flows on making obstacles it's lyre,
While it still learns to distinguish among the fire."

Thursday, 20 September 2012


Taken out and happy,
But now receding.
Fear hovering heavy,
Belief bleeding.

Am i a drag
from the past?
The permanent tag
with shadows cast.

The change evident
and i consider,
The limbo and help distant,
Lugubrious fear.

Certain conviction
of the rolling wheel.
shall only heal!

Dusk has it gone
War or mercy
Everyday a dawn,
Sun - on happy duty.

Tender drops of rain,
Falleth on all they,
On every varied place-
absorbed or drained away.

Stars- distant
Jewels of heavenly bride,
Happy and content,
people look up sans or with sulky pride.

The soldier
Solid, singular- a human,
Looks beyond the blur,
Wounded, and is up again.

Books, smile they stacked,
People walk past.
But at length it talked
to readers with wisdom to last.

From the dot to the make,
Step back from the tunnel,
Woken up - now stay awake,
Don't let the wind waver the candle.

Bird and the Birda

Bustling brook, rustling leaves
Impatient lion dances as the beaver beaves.
Rues the birda aloud, insecure,
Declares the bird- i'm cooler for sure!

Buddies good they'd been, but not any more,
If its coolness, its not to be compromised for!
Ridiculous, rubbished birda, said it with a scoff,
Damnit, all right then, said the bird- lets have a face off.

Arrogance unrestrained, set forth the two;
Culinary skills, both inviting the animal kingdom for a chew.
Opened the birda and bird, [both veg] , a restaurant each,
On supplies they short, so badass birda stole the platypus's egg from the beach.
Laughed in merriment all animals at the birda's place,
Customers though few, the bird didn't stoop to disgrace.

One month later platypus's kids don't arrive,
Outraged bird asks- 'why this senseless strive?'
Loafed the lonely birda, alcohol coming to his heed,
Even the bird sad without his friend, got high on weed.

Rumbling, tumbling, through the jungle, bumped into each other, sobbed and hugged, and agreed they were as cool as another!