Rush!

How the winds roar

On days sore,

And clouds explode

To unravel the earth's ode,

And waves blend

With the morning sand.

Nothing like the same fable

Never more inexplicable,

That Rush in veins sweet

Every time those eyes meet.

Conflict of Love.

Yes?  No!

Right?  Left! 

Walk away?  Wait! 

Overshadowed by your spell,

Awestruck,  stood amazed, 

My perturbed sweet rebel. 

Before my conscience  bragged,

Of its undefeated echo of bell. 

Till you caught it off guard, 

For this second. 

Call for truce?  Fire ablaze! 

Let the conflict of love prevail!

PS: To food. 

The Little Kid

My thoughts saliently following,

The gentleness of the breeze

Under the sun's setting rays,

The clouds gimmicked.

My little feet unaware but embracive,

Toddled through the patches

Of the red stretch of Gulmohar leaves,

Veiling the earthly temporariness.

Owing to the majestic hues,

My twinkling eyes wandered

And stared at the exuberant sky.

Juggling with the celestial mights,

Struck the rain thunder

Drenching life with happiness, 

Emulating The Little Kid in me!

Falling In Love Again

Steering through the city lights,

Rejoicing the unknown

The frivolous hearts prance

In the befitting silence of the stars.

The travellers' eyes wander

Piercing through the roads twirling wider

Un-blinked they stare 

At the the canopy of trees

Answering the unending curiosity.  

Hours on the four wheels

Like fleeting seconds on reel

Until the blanket of air

Turned unprecedentedly surreal.

Every sense vying for their perceptions

Defeated by the lush green hills

Rain droplets empowering the freshness

Of soil, berries and plums! 

Did your soul ever

Get conquered by the magnificence of oblivion? 

Did your ears ever 

Listen to the loud trinkets of silence?

Did your eyes ever

Capture the transience of hues?

Amidst all these,  

I think I'm falling in love again!

The Unseen Canvas.

In a world

Where the minds defy the darkness of nights

And the wings flutter faster than the wink of an eye

Where imaginations leap the altitude of the sky

And dreams welcome the nascent kiss of sunrise

Where the feet defeat the pace of a second's tick

And lush greenery blushes away from the intellect at its peak.

Overwhelmed,

I stand still.

Hovered by the halo of dreams,

I am thrilled.

With a palette and a canvas,

I am eager and free

To discover colours everyone is yet to see!

Bruises

I wonder,

How silence emerges mightier than the storm

And waves surrender to the shores' arms.

I wonder,

Why a mountain's ruggedness is lost to the traveler's footsteps

And a strike of lightning carries away the clouds' darkness.

I wonder,

Where do all the woes disappear after a victory

And fears run away once set free.

I wonder,

What makes grit defeat bad history

And the earth to carry on after every catastrophe.

I wonder,

When even the moon's blemishes fade away every fortnight

How do those bruises still breathe while you fight?

 

Hold On!

I picked up a balloon

And painted it with my favorite color.

I fixed my heart on it

And on it nurtured my seeds of desire.

I tied my energy to it

And its string helped me soar higher.

I met a number of colors on way

And a high five to them I waved

Till I encountered the shade of grey

Which smeared the beauty of my colorful palette.

Holy grey! Did you see that?

My balloon just got stained. 

Nonetheless I will hold on

And pick up another resistant shade

For the next balloon I paint would be iron willed.