Unfurling the honorable hues

This was a poem written for a INDEPENDENCE DAY  poetry competition -  

The sun shone splendid, an optimistic promise,

The blanched khadi of the great men who fought for justice.

Contrasted against the triumphant tricolor,

Stood amidst the masses, waving it in indulgent fervor.

The leaders swore dedication to work,

To make India invincible , and independent nation,

Principles that condemned material gains, to build a clean, transparent groundwork.

They decided on saffron, for the devotion, the passion.

To be guided by the divine dominating truth,

‘Dharma’ and ‘Satya’ ,to nourish the law-makers.

To spread its fundamentals, to young India, the youth.

White with the Ashoka chakra for the two main virtues it anchors.

There’s one GODESS far more powerful than the rest,

One GODESS above all religion, we must respect.

Mother Nature and her generosity , whose patience we must refrain to test.

Green for Mother nature , her benevolence, we need to perseveringly protect.

Salute the INDIAN FLAG,

Absorb the implications of the undertones.

We need to bring about the progression, and never let her lag.

Flaunt her, let her shine, she is a unpolished gemstone.

The sun sets for a new morning.

The dark stories and hidden thoughts were perceived well,

Are cherished,respected and protected by my spell.

Watching the sun set reminded me,

of how life has been blessed and why people enter your life,for reasons we cannot see.

Every chapter has an end,

with the pages highly valued ,my friend.

It's fulfilling to be back in love with those who seemed impossible,

and to accept apologies from those who are elatedly boastful.

Hate leads to untoward misery,

To be accepted by you,would mean a lot to me.

You are a delight to be with and always will be :)

The Lighthouse

Towering over the rocky shore,

mentoring the intractable,discordant waves.

Rigid and stubborn,over which the eagles soar

"They" come here for absolution,the murderers,the soothsayers,the knaves.

Tweleve kilometers away from the tower,she watched,

living in sweet sardonic solace,in an ancestral cottage.

how "they" climbed the crumbling earth,body and soul parched,

desperate to be purged,freed from guilt-driven bondage.

Ruminating over the storm swept silence,

she loathed man's dependence on belief.

Comatised, mentally enervated in its absence,

The belief commands discipline, our obedience.

Scrambling over the jagged rocks,

she climbed to the base of the dominating column,

A vulture sitting high above,looks down to mock.

the blinding circulating light,an eerie feeling she could not fathom.

Ascending the two hundred and forty eight iron spiral stairs,

as surreal force encompassed her, she instantly felt possessed, her mind awakened by last night's nightmare.

As she stood high above,adjacent to the vultures,

She acknowledged her mind grow vacous,empty , free.

There was something calming or demanding about this structure,

exterminating her inner thoughts and memories,reaching an orgasmic apogee.

The 'E' word

"How long do you think it will last ?"

He smiled,genuinely with a twinkle in his eye and said, "Eternity".

e·ter·ni·ty/iˈtərnitē/Noun

1. Infinite or unending time.

2. A state to which time has no application; timelessness.

The Doors are jammed.

Diseased again , in the middle of May,

Almost threateningly fatal.

Dormant dimmed brain of mine,apt and inviting prey,

Been demented since awful April!

Earnestly eager to get healed,

I've enacted the preposterous tribal dance to the write(right) gods and appealed.

They unmistakably ignored my pleas,

and my mind still remains stuck,stagnant ,in a frigid freeze.

Changed my workspace to the garden,

To suck in the fresh air,clear my brain and brighten.

Result: Chewed half a pencil,

retarded alien patterns in the muck,and a weak wasted writers' will.

Countless imaginary "stories" with no beginnings,

Right Brain-dead till late evenings.

Waiting on this blasted writers' block to clear soon,

Hopefully,the rains should clean the slates, in Judicious June.

Hide and Seek

It might have been a red herring,

but my aqueous,black nose was acutely correct.

On the lawn,over the fence,I heard them sparring.

The neurons in my small brain made the connect and I began to introspect.

Their gibberish dialect made no sense,

but my discerning eyes studied what detectives discounted.

Thick in excitement , my adrenaline was pumping up the suspense.

I knew just where to look ,below the sofa,just underneath the sheets folded.

Launching my nose into the pile,

I smelt extensively,rummaging for a while.

I needed to crack this case,

The last dying chance for a snack,and of course.. saving grace.

Been taunted corpulent,insipid and indolent,

I had become increasingly depressed and grievant.

The lights dimmed,the music halted,

There it was ,glistening its buttons on the spongy leather throne.*the drum roll sounded*

The cruel intransigent TV remote,

Phew! It payed off even though it spoilt my shiny coat.

Proud as a peacock, I shook my tail,:)

Bought back the kill to the sparring siblings,

Thus,giving them the opportunity to watch the adventures of ducktails,

and My big bowl of pedigree awaiting :)

Midnight blues

Wriggling the small toes in the sand,

She lay stoic on the neutral mellow shore.

The sea was at peace,unlike her life,tangled and unplanned,

The waves soiling her feet in salty foam,watching as the seagulls and halcyon soar.

She envied the vast moonlit sea,

How he remains calm after all the chaos.

After all the turmoil,he stays unfazed..the beauty,

Forgiving,forgotten and silent.

The harmonious waves cajoled.

The seagulls conspired.

The moonlight flooded.

The breeze taunted.

"How long Should I wait,

To get to that realm of that peaceful state".

Gazing at the adorned black,

Only silence answered back.

She sprung to her feet,

flung her bag,her glasses,her fears.... her worries.

Darted towards the anxious sea , ready to greet .

The benumbing waters awakened her soul.