desires, unfulfilled

Beneath the silvery moonlight,
Lonely, near the wall stands she,
Oh! that's me.
I forced myself to read these books,
But soul enjoys, the velvety looks
Of the moonlit lamp, shining stars,
Autumn leaves and withered flowers
Amazing is autumn,
Amazing its essence.
Sans the fragrance
Of flowers and leaves, rests the fragrance of peace.
The river flows in wilderness,
But my soul left the chills of ambition behind,
To live the warmth of serenity and its kind.
It is not all about a soul
Or a body but me as a whole,
I wanna watch beyond dissatisfaction
And did it just now- with this action;
Even without the green and other colors,
The nature seems to convey to its lovers
That if you remove these covers
Of materialism and desires,
You would watch how beautiful
The soul looks when it acts plentiful
In the way it has always wanted-
Right and in the light of truth,
Believing in the might of the right.

HEADING FOR A SACRIFICE

I am seeing the pleasure of the end,

Approaching victory, as death seeps in.

No regrets, but my heart will never bend,
Fearing death. the country who lent
Life,birth and being; For her we will win.
Over darkness, cold, hunger and wind.
Today, the howling death will be kinned
To a soldier's mortality.
But the reasonless hostility
That my country lives, pains.
Their blood on the snow,
While they wander in the heaven's lanes.
My country sinks with pride
And then rises again to fight.
I know, i will be gone with a blow
From mother's lap to Almighty's feet.
I will smile in life and afterlife
Because i know, India will live, i die or not,
There will be celebrations even if our bodies rot
In this snow. I know not about me,
But i will win, living or dead
And our motherland's head
Will be held high ever
For her soldiers are hers forever.

AT WARS

As I walked on the side of the road,
Avoiding the puddles and a shrill wind blowed,
But someone walked by me in the puddles,
On a gentle night, sans making the slightest noise
Slow as me, pure as the wind and yet more silent
Than the night that had fallen after a wet day without choice,
It seemed like a foe of violence,
Awe inspiring since it had come to the earth
After being admired for ages above the earth,
The certificate of the sky's highness, the dark admirer,
Yea the moon walked by me,
Making me feel the warmth of the hearth.
Though it sat there beside the heavenly colonies
Yet it reflected in the murky water, forgetting my felonie
Telling me how much he loved his being
Even after he had grown to a wonder, a dream.
Not forgotten the land where walked the mightiest Gods
The land of crops, cops, caretakers, caredfors
The land. The moon also reflected upon the land on a dark night, ignoring its might
Teaching that on a bad day even moon and earth can kill prides
Then why not theironical limits
On that very land which has the same moon.
No matter, days are different, so are the nights
But each has the autumn agony and spring light
Then why not cut off the wires,
The gates, the waits of peace,
Let it come, let it happen,
If we are incapable of fighting for each other
For we do too much fighting with each other
Lets bury the reasons in the graveyards
And come together on a day, on a night to smile
And end the fights for we belong to one earth
And share the same sun and the same moon
Isn't that a reason to be together,
And to be one? Isn't it a boon?

Poverty

She sits, royally dressed, on a royal seat,
Gently watching the hearth,
Sipping off silver as the airs beat,
The dilapidated drum in the loneliness
Of royality and darkness of candled earth.
The lulled loudness sings to the empress
Since a thousand bodies stand to guard
But not a single soul to sit.

Finished with the sips,

She walks to the courtyard, stands
By an enormous pillars, stares,
At dozens of her ancestors, who held scepters,
Adjacent to their brooky grey beards.
As the lovedless lady walks ahead
Of her surfs, the only noise accompanying the dead,
Is of her golden anklets that seem to grieve,
For they have never been touched with passion or belief.

From one loneliness, the lady enters another darkness,
The royal room. The four surfs light candles but fail

To light up the room. They bow and go....
Even those lifeless shadows leave the throned,
As her hair adjacent to gentle gesture like a cloud of autumn
Her long eyes, stare at the delighted sky.
She thinks of the days gone and those if to come,

Wasn't it a fair felony to be born free in dust
Than in bars of gold with hindered hearts.
She had stayed away from those she had ruled.
As her heart stops, so does her lungs,
She regrets being so quiet,
Her throat sinks in silence and
So cruel of the air to pass by
Without uttering any sympathy as if it belonged to those commons.
Now tired, she bows, laying her hands, blood dried
Onto the dark altars to pray by
Her felonies,, to be forgiven, to be unliving
And then gently closes the strained eyes to
View the glorious darkness of the end
Until her head is down,Banged in the valuable coffin. Now, maybe,
Will she realise that she should have been
A bit more patient with the people she w as born to and for
A bit more caring and should have lived more carely
For she has endless silence and never ending time
For whatever she has not and cannot.
But nothing has been levelled. Really!