Breeze follows the way
the way of life sometimes
undetermined yet unprovoked
ends in a fashion unknown.
Unknown the way I
traversed through the way lead by wind
A dry leaf with no other purpose
except to travel through the breeze
I traversed across
mountains rivers valleys
through people unknown their faces
yet something known to me
that everything has a purpose in life.
While traversing through
those vast nature
breeze suddenly stopped
sun ending through the horizon
Ended in a garden of flowers
in the midst of the city.
I looked for another breeze to come
but there were none
all was there a silence
as shrewd as a graveyard
I began to tremble
fear came across the mind
the journey suddenly seems to have stopped
is this the ending of me after traversing
through the mountains
a journey with no ending
ended in an unfashioned way?
Just as I feel desperate
I closed my eyes and opened again
looked for something
fresh and with life, a movement
a ray of light……..
Sudden Eyes struck an assembly of movement.
An assembly of young buds of the garden
Noiseful remorseful and tumultuous
yet there was something in them to attract me
that was nothing except my own wish
to get rid of my loneliness here in this garden.
walked towards them to enquire
about them and to kill my own loneliness
those eyes skeptical about me
and saw an alien in me
as if I was from another plant
someone who lost his way landed here
they displeased with my attire
further viewed with disgust
after all a dry leaf has no beauty
except the darkness of death
lingering around it died yet still alive
only by the breeze which takes it away
to places and places
Still with fear inside me but
couraged to ask to see
anyway more to go
than ending this unfashioned way
Oh dear young blooms
what brings you together
here in this beautiful garden
On beautiful ones what is there
to remorse about for you
I see remorse in you sametime
see a sense of purpose and courage
Unbothered by my enquiries and
displeased with me they
still engaged in their gathering
babbling and at times with a silence
unknown to me but visible in their eyes
Enquired who I am?
I was nothing but a dry leaf
nothing but an orphic
orphaned by a tree
Yet I had a story untold
Revealed a story of truth
to those young buds
Story of truth about society
exploitation at its epitome
Long ago I was a leaf
Part of a young tree
Greenish tender and joyful
Near to me, A beautiful
young flower bloomed
Beauty majestically drawn
art in her petals
Nature created showing magnanimity
Contours unravelled beauty
perfectly drawn for attention
like a rainbow in the sky
Innocence shown by petals
and love revealed by style
pollens messengers of love
countlessly across cosmos
Petals rounded to earth
A soul inside them immaculate
hue dispelling the darkness of viewer
a sight once touched timelessly inspiring
butterflies never placed their pedals
on petal not to remove its sanctity
bees drew the honey of love
to spread it among mankind
sun late to set not to forgo
the sight of bliss
winds tamed not to disturb
the ones who never can be
won except by pure heart
rays compete to glow
the dew into a rainbow
a bliss brought to the nature
to enlighten the ones who saw
A dark morning appeared
madam stoned by heart
hands of cruel glowing
a witch with the magic of
bleeding others to death
only to fulfill her existence
searched across the garden
looking for a bloom to satisfy
her masters who are slaves of lust
with a stroke she yanked the bloom
still innocently it smiled at her
after all children all they know is smile
but stoned hearts sometime never return
anything except the cruelty since
all exists there is the darkness of death
innocence of life sometimes
best bestowed at death
vanity and hunger prevailed in hearts
witch turned them into slaves for her desires
presented bloom to her masters whose lust
turns life of innocence into a stone
petals of gentleness turned to stone
by the touch of their hands
pollens of love turned to death
by the kiss of their lips
contours once a rainbow
thunder by the lust in their eyes
once a thing of beauty and joy
now turned to the death of darkness
A bliss shattered by the
countless masters it passed through
masters who in society are the elite
unafraid of anything except the end of their power
a power more revealed by darkness
than the light it holds to be
never got them guilty nor tried
because other men still dream
to be another master and
thus a slave of their own desire
all masters once slaves
their slaveness still lingering
in the eyes of lust they hold
who is to be blamed or tried ?
except the society itself
in whose eyes a thing of beauty
is an object of consumption
not an object of appreciation or bliss
a society which views silence is peace
inaction is harmony and delayed is justice
conceals its own mistakes only to
ravel greater dangers ahead
everything and anything is an object
of consumption to be used and thrown away
boasts of its own rights and freedom
that everyone said to be enjoyed
except true for masters
and for slaves who aspire to be masters
when this will end only when
slaves forgo their desire to be next masters
and arise to be men as they were once
conditioned to be used and thrown
the bloom lost innocence
petals once soft now harder
and rays of light diminishing
only to be another valley of death
everything changes and change
is the movement of time
time traversed to old age
and once loved by masters
became a thing of disgust
her own existence now pointed
to become another madam!!
irony at its best, a life of innocence
joy and bliss turned to death
to make another life to death
a cycle which nature devised
only to remove her own beauty
creation, destruction, an endless cycle
death and birth coexist to become life
and thus life still continues……..
Oh young buds this is the story
fight to your destinies and fate
I wish if change had come
and slaves arose to become men
and masters don’t exist anymore
society judged by appreciation and bliss
than by consumption and glamour
vanity overruled by humbleness
darkness removed by the ray of light
Not all buds have understood me
some will forget me and my story
yet one in them will fight and become
the point of change
that is all I desire except the purpose
to traverse through the breeze
to another land and thus my journey
never ends till darkness prevails……………………………..
In the mist of darkness
I perceive a ray of light
I begin to follow the ray of light
In the journey
I realize I am the ray of light
There ends my life and darkness
The “I” no longer exists
all exists is the ray of light.