Be Strong: Life's Calling

You can’t slay me o'er,

For I’m dead already –

Wounded by my past,

Stifled by my memory.

Like the bird injur'd,

Bleeding red in cramp,

I loaf here, in my bed,

Of prickles and tickles.

Who’s lost to see me hurt?

Who’s cloudy when I cry?

Who’s gray when I’m old?

Only my heart feels the pain.

“Be strong,” I tell my heart.

Start anew, rise up from dust,

The phoenix do, you can too,

Life’s calling, just be stronger!

Pause for a moment

From this desolate land of sun,

To my dream’s own land of rain,

I’m flying soon, to have some fun,

Just to return, with all hopes in vain.

This land has a firm grab on me,

Pulling me back, making me creep,

Raising this sapling, not to a giant tree,

Making my roots sprout into it deep.

I crave to be in monsoon’s land soon,

I’m waiting to get wet in heavy rain,

And to listen to the music of monsoon,

And to meander in the lands that I reign.

Give me back my childhood and its joy,

Albeit it be short-lived, imitation, or brief;

Like the wars for beauty in legends of Troy,

I’ll tussle for the juvenile joy to win the relief.

Keeping the busy schedules of life on hold,

Let me live in the times of yore for a moment,

Recalling the child’s joy, before I grow too old,

Let me dwell there in peace, though for a moment.

A Hyphen

Life is but a hyphen,

That separates two dates,

Man thinks of the years,

Which he never finds.

Life is but a few words,

To be written on a slab,

The font of this scrawl

Is what you learned to write.

Life is but a limestone,

Rough and hard its surface,

Man is but a sculptor, who

Learns this art by his life.

Art is bit tough to learn,

Time, though, much limited-
So start learning the art, before

You can say nothing further.

To My Lady Canary

Like a canary that sings from distant,

Thou heal my pain from a far-flung,

With thy beautiful songs unsung,

They sedate my pains in an instant.

Oh bird, thou were born prior to me,

Thou were tamed before I came,

And were given a beautiful name,

But why do thou sing purely to me!

Thy honey-tongue allures me to life,

Pouring drops of oil to fading flames,

A new awakening of my own aims,

Enticing me to the passions of life.

Singing from a distant tree, thou add fervor

To this passionate life – thy voice so clear.

The warmth of thy tender love so near,

To my unripe fruit, adds an effervescent flavor.

Thou art my muse, gorgeous Lady Canary!

Rousing fresh fondness to thy yellow attire,

Thou art the epitome of all that I admire

This lingering life is thine, my Yellow Canary!

A Star in the Dark Sky...

How do I compare me to a star?
We both have our nights alike,
Sleepless, thinking about them,
Who sleep tranquil, beneath!

Our eyes never lock at night, and
We see everyone in their tender sleep.
Our eyes never blink in exhaust, but
None detects it under their sun.

Out of sight, out of mind, and
We don’t want to leave ’em behind.
So we both have eyes open on ’em,
Even while they live under their sun.

It’s dark around; I’m not their sun,
Just a star; but will keep on burning,
With the light from the Eternal Sun, for
Someone may get some light, though little.

Butterfly's Wings

We loved each other fervently,

For love was the end in itself,

She found herself in my love,

And me myself in her love.

Love, the passion we call within,

Took its course and we were led,

When the path came to diverge,

She chose one, and me another!

Life is like a long road, which

Has its divergence at every nook,

We are what we choose to ride, and

No path leads to the starting point!

Shall I compare me to a bird,

That can’t live without its wings.

Love is the wing, I’m crippled of,

Yet, I want to fly, far and wide!

Love, for a girl, is like lizard’s tail,

It mushrooms overnight, past is behind,

But for a boy, it’s a butterfly’s aileron,

It sprouts never again, it lives just to die!

The Stranger!!

Call me stranger,

Yes, I am one!

To everyone,

I’m real stranger!

We’re all alike,

We’re none known,

Things we most like,

            Are things less known!

As we know it more,

            Less we love them more!

They love many, who

            Don’t love ‘em, but

Neglect the one,

            Who loves ‘em dearly.

I’m stranger, to me

And everyone around!

Who but my Creator,

            Knows what I really am!

Let me keep my fingers

            Crossed unto him,

To make myself known,

            To me and everyone!