ebony ordeal

of course she knew

none would welcome her

on her arrival

never a praise showered

never a word uttered

true to her duty's honour,

like a veiled beauty

night crawled lavishly

snaking through glitters

sprinkled on her robe.

a gaze through the window

radiated cold aurora

eclipsed by grandeur of moon

even in her quiet trails

nightwould never fall asleep.

dawn challenges her modesty

for she would never allow

humanity to remain in dark

and see the truth

in all its glory

and all its shine

daughter of mighty ticking time

she promises to return

to offer her laps

from a day of harsh world

to rest your head on.

sleep her exuberant gift

to prepare you

for a new dawn's spirit

she would wear

the twilight attire

like a new bride's desire

pure grace no satire

night is boundless beauty

for all to decipher.......

shed masks!

hazy strokes of twilight

playing hide and seek

dancing waves of ocean

warm sand lavished

beneath my feet

how better could be a paradise

than this captivated view

in front of my eyes

rhythm in breeze

sparks desire of embrace

to a vast stretch of clouds ahead

caressing skin of zooming waves

bidding farewell to amber ball

I was only breaths

inside and outside

a union shadowed in

glitz and glamour

of maddening buzz in streets

and a crazy rush

to none knows where

breath is a secret

none knew its revelation

it makes everything lose its meaning

watching the dying waves

merging with the ocean

I felt an unknown connection

to that wave on ocean

being in ocean like that goldfish

water inside and outside

how can one question

the same ocean

it alone was our final introduction

shed all masks........

Stolen childhood

dream through those twinkling eyes

are not dead despite a lost delight

life's hard equations barbed on them

fencing their basic right to life

their misery wrapped in disguise

bleeding to turn a deadly cancer

over time in nations future

the promise of youth

lies naked on streets

begging so they can have a life

dungeons of a stolen childhood

petrified their dreamy eyes

living for they don't have a choice

while the rest of us can have

an unabashed rejoice

these young angels work

in deadly establishments

with no contrasts of day and night

feeding their families

burning their flesh

in assaults on their mind soul and flesh

robbed of the beauty of innocence

time would turn them to mass violence

for what the society cant give them today

will be snatched form it tomorrow...

Confession.....

Sometimes our worst fears crop up
dared in shame attired agony
no relief in sight
no panacea to work
just a lingering thought
do we talk them out
or stay the course?
an endless dilemma
and no end in sight
failed laws of gravity
the more one suppress
the more they surface
confession is hardest beacon
would you be left alone
or have a shoulder
to rest your head on?
a revelation that stood test of time
you may bet a thousand dime
love would triumph without a doubt
even when a dirty truth
yell its lungs out
strength would be born
on ashes of pain
when you have courage
to confess the same
when the heart is heavy
pour out the load
to one who cared
speak up before its too late
a lost chance may change
to a predator waiting to devour
the love nurtured in cocoons of faith
it is never too late
it is still not late......

A journey.....no end ,no beginning

I kept calling you
all I heard were the echoes
of my own voice
when I went looking out to u
all I saw was my own reflection
in the mirror
when I open my arms
so i can grab you close to me
all i get is an endless void
stretching to infinity
crawled an inkling out
sharpened on razors of reason
failing badly to grasp even an iota of you
alas ! All conversations broke soon
starving my senses
with nothing left to feed
and no more plans ahead
so unplumbed under an open sky
nothing that my palms could grab
no turning back no stopping by
void is not so lifeless as it looked
void can be so full

was all an experience
silence could speak things
that intellect can not comprehend
a tough game of unflinching faith
why starve yourself a thrill
you have never known
and you would not know
IF YOU DO NOT SET OUT
to seek it play it and win it
all by yourself........

for my journey has started

and it still continues.........

someday

like a free falling leaf

carried by powerful breeeze

to unknown destinations

an exuberant flight

an escape to some place

where hypocrisy fades

where treachery doesnt hide ,

behind innocent face

where blood relations,

are not mocked at

where woman is someone,

beyond her body and flesh

where creator of creation,

need not be proved by reason

where echoes of laughter

not too expensive to spare

where there is no mad rush

for things we already possessed

where blessings have a meaning

and not just a verbal gimmick

where destitutes and dejected

are not left to die on roadsides

where mother nature

is not robbed and left to bleed

where silence is all enduring

do we really need a language

alas utopias are embedded in imagination

or can they really exist?

i left a thought in cosmo

hoping it will resonate

to humanity lost in frailty

someday somewhere somehow......amen!