My Nameless Grave...

I feel no breeze, nor scorching sun
Unweathered, I face the storms and rain.
Fear has left me, so's sorrow
As they shoveled in the mud and grain.

I witness tales of reminiscent woes
As whispered under hues of blue and gray
Fading into sounds of bees and birds
As they alight on my nameless grave

Time seems still and yet it flows
As the "constant" unfolds in "constant change"
No tears nor words now seem to stir me
As I begin to ascend from my nameless grave...

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Modern Parenthood in Amravati

A tiny life under the sun and the moon. Parents bright with ambition and drool. "Mine! Mine!" the mother says, "Yours! Yours!" absconds the father. "Who am I...?" wonders the daughter. "Housewife or 'Mod' wife" replies mother. "If you study hard and get good marks... You will surely escape Amravati, for the better." "Who am I...?" wonders the son. The father replies, "Hopes and dreams of everyone..." "Except yourself..." added he. "For you know too little, "and are a little too green. And 'green' as you know, isn't worth a dime nor a nickel" "Daddy what is this?" inquires the child. "I don't have time beta" says he, sunk in his mobile. "Mummy can we play?" pleads the child. "Just let me finish watching this forward", mummy groans and sighs. "My child just doesn't let go of the phone!" Cries the parent in school. Onc...

The One...

If only times could change. That eternal wish, passed on through ages. If only things were different. A lost cause... A gamble on meagre wages. But what about hope...? The heart decries. What of love? That, which we hear, never dies... You see, knowing is a funny thing. You may belive in lies But seeing through those eyes The truth, you never realise... It is all out there. All the love, all the hate Just or without cause One's early the other a little late. Veins pumping green And vines, red wine... And the whole world's a circle Damned and Divine... In this mist of systems and sounds Comes a call, Stalling chaos and stilling the mind But fate's coy play around me Steals the dance once again...

Memories

The hunger for written words beckons me A look into the deep and soul A dramatic passion grips me A soundless screech in a great hall Twisting shades of vivid hues Maddening any sense within Wafts of scents of red and blue Circling the world within Fire lighting them wild sinews Restlessness driving the mind Look no further. The light renews All that's smoke, ashes or sand. No sun overhead, but all in the see As the wind clears, light shining through. Memories surrounded. Bleak, undying residues.

Trails of the wandering Wolf

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