Give me the land

I dont need shoulders to furl my flag
You dont teach me about my nation
I will shape it the way I want
Who are you to tell me
What I can do and what I cant.
 
I have dreams of shackle free lands
Of peaceful days and carefree nights
Where winds render serenity to soul
People live with peace and pride ...

You want me to have democracy
So give me lands of my desires
Where my rights are respected
Realities meet the dreams I aspire

I dont need wars which kill people,
I need policies of better life for all,
No walls of religions which divide
I need people by my side ......

My pen will scribble tales of your deeds
Good or bad to you it will feed ,
No chains to it you will bind,
Give me the land I need .....
Or aye I go to find the land so divine

Colours

Colours in life is what I want
Colours of love is what I desire
On the canvas of this transient time
Moments of happiness is what I aspire

I have enough colours in my dreams
Lets spill some of it in this fading world
Lets bring back smiles of the pellucid faces A perfect blend of
colours and emotions Is all that I require ..................

My world

They kicked me out as an outlaw
For I flied above their boundaries
Above the skies they own
Into the lands where life is lived
Pain and agony of the soul forgone.

Where winning never matters
Losing is never a shame
Give me the world of my desires
and I will give it a beautiful name.

The short walk

 The short walk
That night she stepped out of office,
it was all dark and gloomy
No shadows neath nor moon above
AS fearless was she, buried all her
fear beneath
All her life she stood firm and tall
but  there on the first step
faltered and tasted the fall
As fearless was She
buried fear beneath and walked
The sound of the heels
echoed by the fear beneath
Made her somewhat weak
Yet the the fearless girl tredged on
Crushing her fears underneath

  

LET....poem on love and old age

Let that heartless mirror
lie about your beauty
Look into my eyes and
it will speak volumes

Let that walking stick
tumble under your weight
Slip your hand  into mine
and I will walk with you forever

Empty roads and you by my side
Is all that I seek of life
Let the death beckon you
I will wait for you in another life.

Hope............................................ a short story

I am trying my best to be polite but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me I will tear you apart" Richa screamed at the top of her lungs for the umpteenth time that day, but I was helpless.Her bouts of Schizophrenia had increased in intensity over the years and recently she began to hurt herself.“It is high time that you should admit her to the hospital ,Varun” Dr. Mehta said entering the room,he was the doctor treating Richa and lately he had also been forcing me to admit her in the hospital.I felt very sad seeing once a aspiring architect,beautiful bubbly girl now 

lying exhausted on table of the examination room.

Memories are still fresh of the day when she and her three friends were going for a seminar.All very happy and cheerful.But later that day news shook the ground of my feet.Some miscreants had abducted the car.Her friends had been killed in cold blood in front of her eyes.For three days they raped her and then left her dying.She was found later by some laborers and rushed to hospital.Her physical wounds healed over time but the scars were still afresh.

My thoughts receded as I saw her coming two attendants carrying her, I stood up and took her in my arms gently letting her lean on me,but I knew she was afar in the lands of sorrow battling alone and I wished could bring her back. 

“Doctor,before admitting can I take her to Musoorie once it was her favorite place” 

“I should advise against it but You may take her there, perhaps Nature will do her some good.”

  We had been in Musoorie for the last five days yet she had not spoken a single word.That was our last day there.She was sitting on the bench her eyes set on things faraway.Then I heard the voice I was dying to hear“Varun will you please sit with me” I stood speechless for a few sec before sitting near her.For years,Hope had kept us alive hope had kept us together and I hope In a few months she comes back..............................

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Wings on fire

Cutting across the strongest winds, 
Flying through the darkest clouds, 
I may forth in the roughest sea, 
Just not today,I am a bird 
with broken wings 
MY WINGS ARE ON FIRE

The fire that fear kindled
Has made me stronger day by day 
I can shout to my deepest fears today, 
That just not today I am a bird 
with broken winds
My wings are on fire 






         

Solitude......................

I sat at peace with myself and the world No questions to ask,No answers to seekLife seemed easy as if a walk on part
 I never talked but The silence heard it all 

  The songs of solitude played on
and I gazed into the Delphic horizonAs if trying to guess what lay beyondMy eyes never wandered
Perhaps too tired of seeing it all 

Heritage

Braving atrocities of time ,
and miseries of war ..
bringing memories sublime,
and beauties to the fore....

They are the guardian,
 of secrets willing to be unveiled .
 Yet lying underneath them ,
waiting for the worthy eyes .

Standing tall in the blowing winds,
Calm Serene unfazed by the commotion.
Singing lullaby  to the mortal world ,
Of loses and of the beautiful triumphs

A different take on nature

                                                               

On the day, I am very lonely,

Sitting by the river I toss stones.

 and you sing for me, 

Your melodious baritones . 

That day, I cried when my heart broke,

My tears flowed so did rain,

As if you are crying with me ,

Or gently wiping away my pain.

Battling sorrows handling pleasures

I lay exhausted in your laps

Dear nature you have always 

been "MY HELPING HAND."