Like a finch I fly, with pride & zeal, Keeping this in mind, that I’ll be trapped for a deal. Each day I fly, without a hunch on my wing, My little beak opens, for melodies to sing. My tweet & my chirp, soothe unpleasantries of life, Because that is the only motto, of a tiny finche’s life. I hover in open fields, all alone I go, I was born in a nest, where I couldn’t steal the show. Mother Finch Father Finch, I owe you no hatred, Because the shell of my egg was kept very sacred. HE knew I was HIS, HE didn’t take any chance, With all beautiful colours, HE chicked me in trance. Wet after hatch, I was ugly & shitty, Fondled & cared by joy, sorrow & pity. Today I fear, no barb no thorn, My Life isn’t easy from, eve to morn. Neither is it joyous, because I wear a fake smile. I’ve to make laugh others, else, HE’ll trail me in exile. Mother Finch lives no more, but she left me few seeds, The seeds were of folklores, which taught me good deeds. Far at the horizon, the sun is about to set, C’mon let me live my life, before I’m trapped dead in a net. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
Monday, 28 March 2011
The Finch...
Like a finch I fly, with pride & zeal, Keeping this in mind, that I’ll be trapped for a deal. Each day I fly, without a hunch on my wing, My little beak opens, for melodies to sing. My tweet & my chirp, soothe unpleasantries of life, Because that is the only motto, of a tiny finche’s life. I hover in open fields, all alone I go, I was born in a nest, where I couldn’t steal the show. Mother Finch Father Finch, I owe you no hatred, Because the shell of my egg was kept very sacred. HE knew I was HIS, HE didn’t take any chance, With all beautiful colours, HE chicked me in trance. Wet after hatch, I was ugly & shitty, Fondled & cared by joy, sorrow & pity. Today I fear, no barb no thorn, My Life isn’t easy from, eve to morn. Neither is it joyous, because I wear a fake smile. I’ve to make laugh others, else, HE’ll trail me in exile. Mother Finch lives no more, but she left me few seeds, The seeds were of folklores, which taught me good deeds. Far at the horizon, the sun is about to set, C’mon let me live my life, before I’m trapped dead in a net. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
The Wild Berry...
My Heart crying & tired, Searching happiness & gleams. Thunderstorms of deception, Blazing my tiny little dreams. I beg those pure showers, To pour me their blessings & grow leaves of joy, On my withered branch like dressings. I plead for no flowers, Which will yield no fruits. I plead for no fruits, Which will yield no sweet taste. I plead for no birds, Which will sing no sweet melody. I plead for no wood-cutter, Who will axe me in tragedy. My tears are flooding wet, My stream of life dry. My life is without wings, But still I want to fly. My sorrows seem to rise, So high on my chest’s cleavage. I feel like cutting my wings of joy, & flush them down the sewage. Ye traveller in twilight, come & save me from draught. I’ll never forget your favours, which mean for me a lot. My blessing will grow, & gain you sweet cherry. Untouched & cursed, I’m called a Wild Berry. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
Love, Indeed!
You caressed my cheeks, with a soft warm ray, To fill in your absence, you got me seven seasons to play. You asked first showers, to wash off my past, You created thousand fragrances for me, which will always & forever last. You got the 26 alphabets, to prove Love is just not a four lettered word, You brought the delicate blossoms, just to lie down over sword. You got the moon & stars, to create the ambience of togetherness in wreath, You got the silent whispers of Love, to promise me companionship even after death. -Anil A.P. (26/3/11)
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