Flight

The birds fly through the clouds
To leap beyond the bounds;
What a rapid transit
When there is no haunt to visit;
Yet the flight is endless
Though the time is ruthless;
The goal has its credit
That there is a common verdict;
Hence there is a flight
To leap beyond the light
To plunge into the vacuum
To waken the dormant life at bottom!

You are a distant mirage

You are a distant mirage
A fleeing dream
A detached love
Bleak passion
A star in the space, untouched
But followed for the
Beaming rays of wisdom;
Charming the sailor
Storing curiosities unexplored
Inspiring awesome adventure
Sowing the seeds of genius
Yea, ye, a miracle
God’s indigenous ingenious creation!

A flower is thy incarnation
Spreading pollens of passion
Lined with thirst and quest for knowledge;
Million blossoms
In an instance of thy smile;
Eyes lodging
Unparalleled unfathomable depth
Of love and kindness;
Yea, ye, a distant mirage
For a forsaken love --
A vector, moving endless
From the point of the heart,
Bereft!

Dreams of the Dead

When the Sun tripped to the other side of the sphere,
And the silver clouds canopied in darkness;
When the birds and nestlings flew homeward,
At the even’ rush-hour traffic in the breach of peace,
My eyes stood in the pool of liquid,
Trying and failing to find you home.
When no wailing could answer
My eyes sailing in tears,
I felt a gentle breeze, the only authoritarian
To cuddle me in its gentle arm;
I was given a reminisce of your love
That had no conditions for my love.

It was queer to see you take a sudden veer
As I saw you with your mouth sipping at liquor;
The smoke eating away your heart
With the consent of your lips and lungs.
It was then the Cupid could not conquest
When you failed to get the picture-
Of how the white roll with tobacco
Would avenge you one day
For killing its species – a chain murder with fire;
Of how the brown liquor bruise your brain
Bequeathing a strange dream of death.

Now I closed my eyes to let the tears
Roll through the lids down the cheek
Till it reached the lips;
And the damp gave me
A quick taste of salt in the buds
That transmitted attention to another sense-
That I cannot avenge my children,
Plotting a course through the moan of despair
For mere dreams-
Dreams of the dead past;
Dreams of the never-to-come,
Killing the dreams of the yet-to be- blossomed!

Now, now, just now,
Wide I open my eyes
To fly in the wind
As my heart feels light
To see the dawn and dew outside!

(Dedicated to my beloved aunt who lost my uncle and which was my first experience of witnessing the acute departure being the unbearable phenomenon for the mortals on earth.)
--Dawn and Dew