A BEGGAR'S DREAM...

Besides the road splitter he lay;
His head resting on a punctured sack, and his torn attire exposed his bosom;
Looking as calm as a child in dreamless slumber;
“He was laid to eternal sleep beside his own shadow”

Nothing he had except a bowl made of steel;
Truly a beggar, but not at heart;
Though treated as an alien, but his dreams and emotions were same as his affluent contemporary;

During his sleep, once again he saw his dark eyed queen;
Sitting restlessly near the window waiting for him;
His children had slept on the floor waiting;
Benumbed from the chaos of the outside world;
They looked like little angels of the faerie;

Returning back from work;
His wife embraced him into her arms;
Crying like a child yet scolding him for his tentative schedule;
Finally cursing herself for the mistake of bawling out;

Suddenly his dream broke and he found;
Nothing except darkness and poverty;
The queen was gone, so was his dream;
“And he realized that life could never be what one seems,
Life could never be what one seems….”

UNFORTUNATE PERSON...

From cradle to grave;
From bed to coffin;
Each and every moment of life had been a battle for him;

Sometimes fulfilling the expectations of his loved ones;
And sometimes sacrificing his dreams for the sake of others;
This in turn made him a mere woolgatherer;

As a child he sat near a pond with a hayfield behind;
Watching the fishes swim was like equanimity predefined;
The beauty of the whole field was so spell binding;
His heart thought, “How nature’s beauty could be so blandishing”;

When adult, he had inseminated lots of dreams in his mind;
But regrettably none of them were strong enough to fly;
As his dreams shattered, so did he;
But still he heard that vehement outcry of his dreams in his mental imagery.

And now he lies in the grave;
His grief so tongue less;
His body so cold and insentient;
Like all those whose life ended with a sad note.

SUCCESS...

Am I not faithful, am I not strong,
Am I not good enough to belong in your reverie o success?
I have fought lots of battle during my journey;
But your cruel attitudes bury my accomplishments.

Don’t worry for I will find the answer;
And thwart the reason for my defeat;
And that day I will announce the entire world;
"Now success is mine forever".

But to reach the compass of success;
I have to forge a shield of innocence along with a cunning attitude to devastate the alien thoughts which are road blocks to victory;
And I believe one day I’ll emerge victorious.

I own my insecurities;
I try to own my destiny;
That I can make or break if I choose;
In order to carve my thought according to the dreams I envision;
And I hope someday;
"That will be the beginning of a new journey…."

A MOTHER TO HER SON...

o my sweetheart where had you been,
This pleasant weather was about to swing.

The gusty winds reminds me of something bad,
Which makes my soul shudder like the torn curtains of an old hut.

Please don’t leave your mother alone,
I know every time my expression of love was failure prone.

Don’t go outside barefooted,
Because you might get hurt in the stampede.

This world is very brutal,
Always step forward only after the almighty’s approval.

I can’t be with you forever,
But my heart always preys to god that, all the joy and delight be bestowed upon you like shower.

PERSUASION TO GOD...

God I know you will always say no,
Still this heart of mine persuades you to reckon,

I don’t have the courage to confront your judgment,
Still this heart of mine dreams of its accomplishments.

God I know it’s not possible,
But how could I explain my heart this truth so apprehensible

God I know your decision is always unbiased
But human heart is not so impeccable.

God I prey to you from the bottom my heart.
Not to destroy this dream of mine as an emotional holocaust