Sing

Caged, crippled and captured, but the hopeful bird never forgets to sing.

No matter how many times storms shook her spirit, still she sings.

Slavery couldn’t shake her dreams, because she lives to sing.

Every day sunshine rejuvenates her features, again she sings.

Her alluring wings lost their strength, nevertheless she sings.

Dark clouds may frighten her for a moment,  yet she sings.

You may pause her lofty flight, even then she sings.

She whispers, but you fail to listen to the mystery … what does she sing?

“You may cage me forever, still I’ll sing, sing and sing!

You don’t have the power to take away this magical gift of my Creator!”

Caged? Crippled? Captured?

Dear, be the Bird, because you are endowed with exceptional gift of Life. All the boundaries shatter, once you transcend the cages your mind creates for you! So sing…

Flame

I am the flame within you.

I am the light of wisdom which dissipates your darkness of illusionary ignorance.

I burn your hatered, anger, jealousy and fear and lead you to blissful enlightenment.

I teach you to melt the hardened feelings of your heart and become compassionate and selfless.

I am the source of meditation which you seek in the times of miseries.

I am that strength which blazes injustice and tyranny.

I am a spark that can lighten the entire universe.

I am hope, which pulls you up every time you fall down into the pits of hopelessness.

I am your voice. I am your feeling. I am your life. I am within you. Just look deeper. Flame or fire, you will come to know.

 

Raindrops

Drop. Music? Life? Or more?

Raindrops reveal their undiscovered story of magnificent existence.

They enter the magnificent sky, like zygote by fusion, but out of undiscovered mysteries. Mysterious and magical, they are the stupendous creations of the Almighty.

Their journey could be termed brief, just like ours. Remarkably, the trajectory is exceptional though. They travel with passion and fall with elegance. A magical orchestra of emotions touch human hearts. They never judge you, and open their wide hands for you! Whether you be living or lifeless, young or old, rich or poor, they touch and kiss you with tenderness. How impartial and affectionate they are!

They begin their expedition with their materialistic dreams from the sky but end up merging with the soil. They perish but invite Death with a big smile. They have no regrets, they have enjoyed and played their parts. Selfless contribution with sacrifice is what they always stood for.

Raindrops. Not inanimate, but more than life. If you desire to feel them, open your heart, and celebrate with them this paranormal magical journey of Life! Inspiration blooms.

 

 

I am INNOCENT

You hear me for the last time.

I do not know who gave me this life, but what I know is that I need to live on. With the rising sun, every day is a new hope for me to continue. Like you I fear death, each second I am afraid of the darkness I may enter into. Still, I breathe the common fresh air, relish food with my family and most importantly, look at this wonderful yet baffling world with my innocent eyes! Some enigma inside me wishes never to give up until the natural Death knocks at my doorsteps.

Do you think I am like you?

Then I pity you for being highly mistaken! Today is the last day of my life and you are responsible for it!

You may call me a GOAT, but I am more than a GOAT.

I am a living soul. I have a heart that flushes blood throughout my body. I have limbs that make me mobile. I have a mysterious mind that desires for freedom.  Am I different from you?

Who gave you the authority to end my life? Did you create me? Did you make this body and added emotions into it? You are not potent enough to create or destroy me. I am not your toy and my life is not a game. You are not the Almighty and you never can be. Who are you to pass this “judgment” upon me?

You say, I am your “sacrifice” to your God. But do you have the guts to kill yourself or your family as sacrifice to God? You kill my family first. You make me helpless by letting me see this heinous butchery before death. You use me as an object of purifying of your “evil sins.” Is this what my purpose is? You don’t even know what your purpose is!

Why do you carry guns when tigers and lions attack you or your kids? Why do you attack them? You should let them butcher you like you do to me… your life is precious and mine is not?

Unfortunately I was not lucky enough to have secured a place to be worshipped in history. That does not mean you got a licence to kill me.

It might be very easy for you to kill me and take the defence of killing me mercifully. But you do not kill me. You kill my emotions. You kill my Life, which you are incapable of understanding (you call yourself intelligent? So weak you are!). You kill a creation of God. Yes, HE was the one who gave me this LIFE and HE was the one to end it! You killed HIS CREATION and went against his NATURAL WILL.

You say my feast will bring barkat to you. But I wish to CURSE you before my death… This curse can never be escaped. How will you face God after you are dead? You never know where you will go! But one thing, always remember in mind! BEWARE of me. I will remain forever with you, every second and every moment of YOUR Life.

Each day of your Life, will be like the day I feel today. Darkness will surround you and this will be “sacrifice” in true sense– because I am innocent, but you are not. That makes the ENTIRE DIFFERENCE!

Today I stand helpless by just raising my voice. But my dear killer, always remember this. You were the one who once lived in caves and craved for LIFE. So terrible and helpless you were then. And now I wait for that day of EVOLUTION, when I will RETURN and take my revenge and finally complete this ‘incomplete sacrifice’…

Father

My Papa is my true best friend,

He’s my superhero with an exceptional power,

Robust figure, with an emotional blend.

He’s the rain who blossoms my withered flower.

 

Tireless work, infinite time, pain unexpressed,

He’s my teacher, values and lessons, he has showered.

Pa! You are my umbrella when it rains,

You uplift and inspire me to be the best.

I touch your feet and feel empowered.

I pray Almighty to take away all your pains.

 

Happy Father’s Day! 

Mother

Mother is the sweetest gift of life,

Without her, I can’t dream to thrive.

She loves, cares and never complains,

She’s Panacea who takes away my pains.

 

My mother, I touch your pious feet,

In my discordant life, you are a blissful beat.

As Almighty created this wonderful Earth,

You have composed and given me birth.

 

When tears roll down my dazzling eyes,

With a doting hug, you help me rise.

For my long life you devotedly pray,

Your scrumptious delicacies perfect my day.

 

 O goddess, what a charm you possess!

When gloominess surrounds, you bless.

In every happy moment and painful cry,

Your hands I hold and reach the shining sky.

A DREAM

A glorious garland of brotherhood,

Is turned into a web of falsehood.

For “votes”, golden Dreams are scattered,

For “notes”, values and morals are shattered.

The mawkish masks of Politicians and Leaders fall down,

Callousness is revealed, Humanity is burned down.

 

A system of government rises to heights,

By crushing the innocent and genuine plights.

Doors of Justice bring truth to light,

But hush! “Law is said to be blind.”

 

With faith, we pray and look in the sky,

Moon has patches, is it a lie?

In the mirror we talk to our souls,

Searching for truth and definite goals:

“A Dream of justice, ethics and beauty,

A sword, a star and a path of Duty.”

 

Terrors may shake us, making us morose,

But with each virtuous step, their minds shall close.

Reality will be devised by tenacious Time,

Prosperity will be synonymous with Politics for lifetime.