Finding way

Long am I lost,

The path in front of me,

May lead to the heathens of fire,

May lead to the wisps of heaven.

Long have I lost,

What I have held dear to me,

Children and mothers with hearty lovely smiles,

Torn apart to erect the new facade.

Long am I lost,

Toiling away in a rhythmic drone,

Lives trenched away by the so called superior race,

All for a tirading tyrants tempestuous taste.

Long have I lost,

The people that I left behind,

To save the ones who have fled with me,

Scraping and scavaging any opportunity for a new life.

Long am I lost,

Looking forward in this rail tracks,

To the land beyond,

To freedom, to my new kingdom.

Long am I lost,

But I hope I have found,

A new land and a new promise,

And all the courage to free the others left.

This poem was inspired by the hopeful and desperate escape of the Jews from the train to the concentration camps. We as the generation that succeeds the Tyranical dictator who oversaw the sad genocide should remember painful past and prevent any such ordeals to come past us in the future, for we are responsible for all that may lead to our further generations wellbeing. Learn more about the holocaust trains in the given link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_the_twentieth_convoy

Savage Summer Solace

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking for something bereaved,

Of wilderness and the nature's touch,

And the unnatural serenity of the hunters path.

I roam around these lush lands,

Hoping to fulfill what once was,

Of the dreams of a little boy,

Running through the lands in joyous harmony.

I roam around these lush lands,

Humming to a tune so foriegn,

Of the land before times of sorrow,

And the time of the wild wild nature.

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking to find the lost fauna,

Of animals and plants going extinct,

Kneeling in penance to my future kin.

I roam around these lush lands,

The distant future but a hopeful thought,

Of children playing and discovering something anew,

For we are but mother natures fledglings.

I roam around these lush lands,

Planting seedlings everyday with hope,

Of nature's might to bloom once more,

To see Gaia's true beauty once more.

Chained

Staying still by this hill,

These invisible invincible intangible chains,

Roped around my neck, my hands, my feet, my breast,

Suffocating until tunnel visions all that's left.

Through this endeavor of peaks claim,

Going through these rigorous fires,

Pierced by these kinsmen's serrated glasses,

Dodging fusillades to reach my hopes end.

Through searing eyes of mock do I pass,

Into the abyss do I fall,

Never to wake up,

Never to dream.

Doubt and frustration call out as old friends,

In a tavern do we whirl,

In a frenzy of mad turns,

To spend the night with crazed baggy eyes.

Oh my chains how I wish,

To break from you to reach out,

Hold onto the horde identity,

To take the path commonly advanced.

Alas am I chained by myself,

The keys to which I swallowed,

Hope I find my words; my tongue,

Ingenuity to break through my own failures.

Farmer's April

April is a month of heat waves in the equatorial countries and one's by it which makes life for the one's who truly feed us, our dear farmer's life miserable. I read time and again about farmers committing suicide because their crops fail them. Because they cannot sustain their own or their families life. Now let's make this post global to aware the authorities around the world the plight of the true breadwinners 'the farmers' and make them take an initiative to help them.

Farmers April

To what purpose April do you return again,
This month has always given me pain.
Standing there mocking me my crops fail,
It gives me sadness that I can only wail.

This desolate fortitude of land,
That has turned into a pile of sand,
Stares back at me in mirth,
As it turns into hopeless dearth.

Every day I toil around,
To see the land a bit more browned,
With my hopes up do I work again,
To turn around what is now a bane.

For this month of my sleeps terror,
Has led me back again further,
With death mocking me as my crops fail,
To what purpose April do you return again?

A Livelihood Ode

Fun am I not,
Detailed am I very,
A few perks here and there,
With a heart soft to touch.

Lonely is my soul,
Long do I for company,
Assassins of words and looks do murder me,
Leaving none back to reside.

Destroyed like a rag doll,
Pitying on my feelings,
A crisp that shall break,
Forever to be apart.

Onward shall look the onlooker's,
Miserable as they truly are,
A livelihood ode to many,
Oh! do they guard their hearts.

Lies and deceit do I see,
Honour bound none again,
"Where did thou go my knight!" do they say,
When the chivalry is right in front of their eyes.

The heart keeps on burning,
Lighting like it's on bees wax,
Ablaze goes all the feelings,
Until a stony residue stays back.

A mask of deceit shall they wear,
Prying on the onlookers,
For nothing resides back in,
Their hearts and their souls.

For the innocence like a dew drop,
Born with a radiance,
Not to know the hour of its essence,
to be meddled with the earth again.

'Heartless' the onlookers say,
Not knowing about the shriveled heart,
Ignorant about the damage they caused,
Until its too late to turn back again.

Until the poor soul has fallen into the depths again,
Without air,
Without a gasp,
Asphyxiated are they go down that hole.

Some crack under the pressure and raid for the mask,
Some on the other hand,
Oh! do goes for the heavenly abode,
Without as much of a thought as the wisp of flame disappears.

 Some again turn and become invisible,
Their eyes soulless,
Negligent about their surroundings,
Living their lives with a heavy heart.

Their talents unnoticed and untapped,
Their essence unappreciated,
While all uselessness is put up stage front,
Cheers Oh! do go to such ones.

And so on goes the livelihood ode,
A dark tale of mine or yours,
All throughout life do remember,
It is your choices,your words,
Stay back and be held back.

The world is a marshy land,
with none to spare an eye,
Treasure what you have,
Hold them close,
For once even that's lost,
What else do you have........?

The Proposal

You touched my heart unlike anyone else,
You made me say goodbye,
You guided me like the little stars,
That twinkled in your eyes.

You made me shake and quiver
On that very sight,
Of your beauty that's true,
That touches both my shell and soul.

You left me breathless by the sight,
Of your kindness and your character,
Of the very touch that's ethereal,
I see that through your eyes.

Oh my! Your soul vibes in my rhythm,
I hope we be one,
When the world stand's against us,
I hope we stand as one.

I hope you will forgive me,
When I say I love you,
You are the one; my soulmate
And I hope I am your solitude.

Hope you will accept me,
This very battered shell,
I hope you will find in me,
The love you have yearned.

I cry with a heart that's dying,
Because of my  nervousness
Of hearing the answer,
For I surely am terror struck.

Whether you will tell yes,
I do not know,
But I do know
That I will never be the same.

The answer might change me,
For better or for worse,
You may in flame me,
And my very life.

Hope you find me,
In this darkness,
And guide me like you once did,
For this life I lay down for you,
For the answer that I yearn.

Aviary: Anguish Of A Withered Soul

I know what a caged bird feels, Alas!
Squatting in its wretched perch,
A being chiseled out of clay,
Longing for the day she can fly to the blue.

Each day the longing envelopes,
As she looks for the very clue,
The clue of her life that's waiting to lurk,
As the predator turns to its toes.

She knows as all caged birds do,
That one day she will flee,
And with that freedom she will glee,
As onwards to the sky she shall glide.

The wind shall hit her,
As she sails through the storms,
The smooth tidings and the heavy rain's,
She shall brave them all.

Longing for that happiness,
Beating her wings determined to be free,
She beats till her blood sheds on the bar,
She beats till it stains with her tears.

She awaits for the very day,
Knowing not whether she would attain,
That one thing she longs for,
Alas! I know what a caged bird feels.

Aspiring Beads

Looking through the windows of my car,
I find lonely children of the slum,
Children who look up and about the stars,
With faces of pure glum.

Their little faces and beady eyes,
Aspire for life with hope,
But are put aside with promises and more prominent lies,
Leaving life for them hard to cope.

Oh! prominent leaders why promise why lie,
Why raise hopes and then make a perpetual break,
Day in and day out these children cry,
Until an understanding truly wake.

That this world is all about the survival of the fit,
Petty thieving,begging are all they can find,
To live a world they find dim lit,
To live a world they find no people kind.

Heartfelt

The shifting gazes,
A mocking look,
Gale of the unknown,
As he traversed the creek.

Footpaths thought long lost,
Into the familiar he traveled,
One foot at a time,
Anticipation as his beat.

A house at a distance blurred,
As his eyes gave out,
Tears roll down his face,
His feet refusing to give.

Hope and confusion in the eyes,
Onwards he looks,
A  mother and child reflected,
Kindled in his soul of truth.

The handle turns,
As the light falls,
A woman is seen,
Sewing sweater in a corner.

'Mother' the man croaks,
His sound lost to the creek,
As if like a gurgling stream,
All that came was a quaking voice.

A head turns abrupt,
Shock reflected in the eyes,
A man at the doorstep,
Blurred due to the incoming light.

She saw a face once thought  lost,
Tears dealing rich,
One step at a time she took,
Hoping the Mirage was real.

She ran towards her son,
Holding her baby in her arms,
Hands running all through,
Looking at her child.

Words were naught as she looked,
Onto the war torned body of her son,
Scars criss crossed his body,
Revealing a tale of valor.

The mother and son stood at the doorway,
As twin stars in the celestial sky,
The morning mist seemed to creep in,
As they looked onwards at each other,

A true smile dawned on their faces,
Smiles reflected through the eyes,
Their life renewed with hope,
As their soul harbored at home.