..keeping aside all the worries and work ,
A man I knew , wanted to say something new .
Heard , so much of negativity before he could say ,
That he became silent for all the days that came , hence .
You humiliate the sand ,
It will hit you back like a rock .
You humiliate rock ,
It will hinder you as a wall .
You humiliate the wall ,
It will kidnap you in a room .
You humiliate the room ,
It will kick you out in the storm .
You humiliate the storm ,
It will rip you apart into pieces .
Instead , respect what you have ,
What others have , be in pieces or surplus .
The moment you begin ,
The humiliation will return to kiss your feet
Opportunities in one hand , worries in another ,
Balance , if you lose , you lose your battle .
Stay head strong , stay focused ,
Nothing can put you down , or leave behind .
Hold the good memories , that strengthen you ,
Hold the weaker ones too , to strengthen them in return .
Your will , is your power ,
You wisdom , is your partner .
You can defeat all odds , shut all mouths ,
You can emerge a king , in the gown of the queen , you are .
Best creations , of Lord , ought not cry as weak as this ,
They are there to smile , as if it’s His’ !
Nature said , you love me for relief ,
Tongue said , I have no belief .
Sense said , they all lie , and you are no different ,
Body said , you only want to to lay , you are no different .
But , there stood firm a feel ,
There stood a medicinal value and heal .
I said , to that flesh ,
Hate me more , if you feel so .
Love me not , for if I am no different ,
Hate , them for they are the same .
The blood spilled out , said I feel dishonest ,
Hand , held them , you are not at blame .
Request asked to leave it alone ,
Honesty said , how I could , when you never left me .
When , I be at your profile ,
I read the handle with delight .
This is the moment , this is the time ,
I feel embraced , and feel all of this is mine .
Then , I begin it ,
This way . . . .
You are my podium , you are my stage ,
You are my audience , you are my praise .
I feel well here , I feel good this way ,
Accept my regards , accept my reverence .
I am a shy guy , outspoken though ,
But , I am shy of course , believe me .
I may want a big castle , and a bungalow ,
But , I want the life in it to be private and low .
I may , yell it out loud in public , write my heart out ,
But , I like certain decorum to not go beyond this wall .
Nature it is , since years ,
Years have passed with this complicated delicacy .
I don’t want to hurt , saying this over and over again ,
But , I am shy for all such things .
Everything has a time ,
Every day is mine ,
Let the day be yours , or call it ours ,
Keep it as a present or as a cure .
You never write this for me ,
I told you several times .
Say , it with mirth , say it aloud ,
Let they hear , let them swallow .
Go into the open space , get some fresh air ,
Spell it out even louder , let them feel it too .
I have felt it , I have seen it , [but] ,
Have not heard it often , from you .
I demand an epic , ages old style letter ,
In my name , in the name of truth,honesty and good news .
Not that , I know not ,
Not that , not that it cannot .
But , for the pleasure , it holds ,
For the peace it gives .
For the frustration , it vanishes ,
For the purity it reveals .
Say it , say it several times ,
I hear it from many , but from special mine .
From others , it sounds gross or just good ,
From you , I know it would be as pure as you.
Length of your writing , is upto you ,
Motions , should pierce my heart and reach back to you .
I ‘ll appreciate and nod a yes , for all you write ,
Write it like never written before .
Let they , be jealous ,
Let they , be at unrest .
Not that , they have done injustice ,
But , just because they haven’t been as expressive as you.
Thereby , I made a request to you in private ,
But , let the answer be made public .
Let the museums , have it in highest jewel ,
Let it be , the wealthiest master penned .
Worry not , about the handwriting ,
Its beautiful , with patience and style .
Worry about , pleasing me ,
For all I bow , is now or never .
It may sound as a joke , it will ,
I was infact joking , when I said worry .
I have complete faith in you ,
Whatever you do , I ‘ll abide by .
Whatever you write ,
Will be for me , in facts .
He spoke to me . . . . .
Those eyes rain now ,
Heavier than ever recorded ,
Enough to drench the droughted land ,
Boon for farmers ?
Every inch of his skin groans and growls ,
Louder than the loudest shriek ,
Severe than the labour pain ,
Mother is blessed or vicitim is cursed ?
Not a morsel , digests down the gutt ,
Like the apex that remains fixed to its position ,
Its , will against necessity ,
Good for statues , but human ?
Hearing him , I feel sorrow ,
Not about what I hear from him ,
But about his loneliness ,
Is talking to a wall , all is what he deserves ?
Ailing , coughing , he walks in his old age ,
Young he is , strong and firm though ,
Gloomy scar has wrapped him all around ,
Like a tattoo or never ending memory ?
Asked him , suggested him , to have faith ,
He listened , agreed , and follows even ,
Odds are in number while hopes at least ,
Killing him every second or paralyzed forever ?
Months went by , weeks are in motion ,
Months will go again , weeks will retrace back ,
Weak he ‘ll remain forever if he holds not firm to the months he has ,
To be strong or to feel defeated ?
I feel defeated , I lost to his questions ,
I never felt short of answers , but he failed me ,
I can only hope for wellness ,
Can’t say if , he get back to track or derail !
That midnight , I slept like I won’t sleep ,
I slept like , it was a day , waiting for the night .
I had to arise before the sun did in my place ,
I had to , when clock struck 3 in the morning .
But , the sleep diagnosed me to the best ,
Kept me in its arm till the late in morning .
Only , to find in the morning , that I failed ,
To get up , before the sun did .
I failed to be punctual , they speak about ,
I let down my sun , who was waiting to be defeated .
A roar of a tigress , a cry of an ailing bird . . .
I was a tigress then ,
I made my own way .
I jumped onto you ,
And , scratched you to death .
Was that a mistake or your destiny ?
For you returned alive , even worse .
I feel caged now ,
My wings of freedom have begun to wither .
I was sorry before , but not anymore ,
You were alive then but now , dead forever .
My claws that were strong once ,
Are weaker like nails .
My mind that was fearless at that peak ,
Is wanting peace that a bird deserves .
Forgive me for my sins ,
Be not a sinner , in return .
Leave me alone at my den ,
Free me from this cage you made .
I am a lone survivor ,
Not a bird that you [want to] buy her .