Black

Black seer with shaven head

stood at the pedestal 

and invoked the muse 

for a beam from the creator. 

But muse failed to find his query

As his doubt was on black;

And his query dealt with identity. 

Muse wept with doubt, 

As she found nothing novel in white. 

Muse was unable to find

contrast in black and white. 

Black seer took a razor

and pealed his skin

and found white and red

which can be seen inside a whiteman too. 

Sear Wings

Scorching heat never traced me, 

As my wings carried fire, 

And was kindled with thoughts too. 

I was a firefly once, 

who carried thoughts in the gut. 

But I got ignited wings, 

from an ember filled valley, 

And the ember was burnt with pain;

And the pain carried tears

which rekindled the hearts. 

But a dart with crooked fire

was pitched by a masked hunter, 

and it scorched my wings. 

But now,

My sear wings awaits the day to fledge. 

Loafer

Rag of bones, a wanderer, 

Paused in front of alehouse, 

Unnoticed, he stood there;

And the sun rose and set 

Without finishing his wish.

He ran through the alleys, 

and his nose stopped him, 

But none gave him a loaf.

Paused in front of the shrine too, 

But none paused for a glance of him, 

Unnoticed, he stood there;

And wind passed without meal.

Atlast he embraced the soil, 

to be fed by hungry flees. 

Orphan

Tears sailed his eyes, 

Words chocked his throat, 

Alone he stood at the deck. 

Waves carried his eyedrops

And the sea waited for him, 

to ensnare and adopt him. 

He never found one to hug,

but his eyes searched for one, 

Not for a hug but for an answer. 

He was alarmed with the question;

"Who is your father?"

He never answered, 

as he never knows.

Without answer he hugged the sea. 

It's a dream

Twinkling stars and dreaming moon

Visits me overnight and whispers; 

to wake up and to ride my horse, 

to the dream, dream of success.

Dancing dandelions with the greeny path

Visited me today and asked me, 

to wake up from my dream, 

And to ride the horse, 

to the thorny path of success. 

It's a dream unravished, 

till I unravell it. 

Mother Earth

I can't breathe, 

as my lungs is filled with bricks,  

mixed with sand and cement. 

I can't move, 

as my legs are broken, 

to make loot houses. 

I can't be clean, 

as I bath in drainage, 

mixed with chemicals.

I can't live, 

as I lost my greens, 

and looted by many. 

Ancestry

Bravely I fought for ale, 

Kindreds follwed me for their bail. 

I ruled my kingdom, 

And proudly stole their boredom. 

I was buried and they engraved my tomb

in the most honourable manner. 

Time enlarged my tomb, 

And decades made me rust

And wiped away from the memory lane. 

And now I am an ancestor, 

who rest in the ancestry lane, 

and forgetten from the future too.