Hornbill's Cry!

Dreams once gifted me wings,

To fly to lands unseen,

Time, then, made me crippl’d

Of my wings and my dreams!

Thy heart is dead without thy wings,

Wrecked soul looks for spurs,

Body, weak, monochrome, sings,

Like the hornbill that cries for rains.

My muse’s snoozing, deep and fast,

“Come down in torrents” – that’s my cry,

“Wake her up,” my prayer to thee!

“Cure my wings,” I need to fly!

HOPE OF A DROP!

I live for the drops,

That you promise to drop,
Eyes closed, I’ll see them fall,
Stronger than falls, without a call.
I will take your tears, to trace you in heaven.
I will wash your feet, with the same in heaven.

Days are gone, my days are done.
I lay straight, packed within the walls.
Loses are past, my life's a triumph.
The race is over, done with the war,
And the winner lies above his ruins!
Done with all words, I hear no words.
Eyes are closed, but eyesight is left –
It was my wish, the ultimate one,
To spare my vision,
Until mud was 'pon them – 
To see those drops, failing for me.

Looking for the drops, falling from eyes,
I see them flowing, heavy like a flood,
It was a promise – the single surefire one–
The promise of the scar, I carried on my belly.
The stream from her eyes, once watered my drought,
For love – the only love I believe is 
My mother’s ceaseless love for me!

Curious to see my love, dipping her eyes,
I looked for you, raising my head.
They pulled me to my pillow, but
I was keen to raise it again, for
Hope was too strong in me, that
Led me to this bed, of ‘roses’, which
I never, in my life, lay on – ultimate paradox!
There you sit at the corner – in his arms,
Eyes on your watch, weary and goaded,
It was a gift, a precious one, which could tell
The time – everyone’s time, and a lover’s mood.
I dropped back to the bed – closed my eyes,
Thinking of my witless wish, which left the drops on my eyes!

Play on the Stage

The show must go on –

That’s the rule of the world.

We are none, but fools

Who think we’re vital!

Our world is the stage,

Where we play our roles,

As son, brother, or lover,

But never as the ruler!

Make way for others,

When your role is done,

For the play was on, and will

It be, when you’re not on stage!

Don’t love any role much, for

You’re not the only player.

Don’t direct others’ roles, for

They have scripts unknown to you.

Roles are varied, learn to stand,

Shift from one, stick to none!

Stranger once, sole-love today,

Everything once, no-one today!

Be it a lesson – love your role,

Once it’s played, take out your garb,

Join the crowd, to watch the play,

On the stage – it must go on!