The Hero

Numb the time and swell it

Let the bloodstream stop and listen to your heartbeats

The moment would pause and history disappear

Let the present throb till it dies of wear and tear…..

Pluck and eat the fruits of anxieties from the garden of future

Stare at the sky and ask it to pour

The greenery that your present needs

Don’t let this time be pricked…

Cheat logic for once in your life

Drive away your child like passions in a car to a beach

Abscond the building of boundaries

Run away… Run away from the daily redundant drudgeries

Grind your emotions and feed them to your heart

Make it beat faster and redder

Kiss the panic and seduce it till it surrenders

Create a house of cards and demolish it…

Dare the stillness to move by an inch

Interview the silence and hear it out for what it speaks

Memorize the conversation that you would have

Retrospect what you and others didn’t convey

Is there a smile, a fury, or any other curve that your lips might make?

Pump this moment with air and make it float

Steer the ship of problems to an unknown island and then flee

Swim back from the widowed waters and don’t turn back

But don’t wait for any welcome, you hero, from the folks of your city

In your mind, just ink a shade darker the route you followed on the waters

Don’t let the defeats, slaughters, injuries make your solid steps falter

Break in the dark and dingy territories

Open the floodgates to deluge the area in the river of spirit

Drop the match stick and paint the city in a colour of orange for a change

Before of course it dies of the colour into ashes

But don’t you rest now, you hero, your work is not yet done

Watch out! There are shadows lurking around to be burnt

Now wake up, you killed all those music-less places of anxieties

The music now soothes you

You won’t look at your life and others’ and extract disparities

The present now awaits you

You won’t look back and fear the curves ahead on your way

The road now awaits you

You won’t weigh your past and future against your blood

The life now awaits you..!

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The Final Flight of the Feathers

Quickly Alma opened the window

A little rain bird flew in and perched itself on the palm of the widow

“What message have you got for me, my bird

through the thunderstorm you have flown to my place

I’ll always take care of you little bird, I give you my word

Just let me know if my son’s alive under grace….!!”

The bird fluttered its white wings till a Golden Feather fell

She held it with her dampening heart and for a while she went pale

Impetuously her eyes, scurried through the words inscribed

Reading which, the life in her revived

True tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, she ardently proclaimed, “He’s Alive!!”

And As I watched her down from here, I was exulted………………………….

She dozed off into her chair, after the bout of forlorn days

She now atleast knew that both she and her son were kissed by the Golden sun rays

As the morning blossomed with the fragrance of sunlight

The rain bird chirped incessantly like a child till she arrived

Alma fed the bird with grains and water

She pampered the bird as if it were her own daughter

She wanted to reap the overgrown past and grow her future

But how could she do it…after all she was a mother…!!!

As I watched her down from here, I missed her warmth, and I shuddered…………………..

Years went by, with her each day, spent on the wings of the bird

Alma recited lullabies to it at nights, she went on living like this unperturbed

And then one day the news of the war stumbled upon her doorway

“The War is Over..!!”, she chirped like a bird..just like the rain bird

She was to meet her son, the twinkle of her eyes

She sewed the future events of his life, for him she had to find a lovely bride

The innocuous bird panicked caged in the incongruous sight

The now fledged bird couldn’t grasp the meaning of Alma’s behaviour

As I watched her down from here , I too feared…………………………!!!

One day it thundered and the tumescent clouds outbursted, as if failed to feign the pain,

Amidst the angst, the bird was caught yet again…!!

Alma this time awaited her daughter, she sat near the window praying

Till the bird flew in , and this time another feather, but a White One, fell out of its vest,

And Alma intuitively picked it up in a haste

It read, “I love you, my mother, and I miss you more than ever

But I want to make you aware, of the fact that my scars have now become fade

The rain outside your window has wet me, but don’t worry, I won’t catch cold

and I can see the sun winning over the sky, and forming the rainbow, it looks just  beautiful from here

but let me confess a lie, that I can no more wear

I had to lie, as you and your daughter were alone and needed to be taken care of ,

When you had met it at first, when the golden feather it had doffed

I had sent it, to you, for you, my Mother..

I was avowed that you would love it the way you would love your daughter

You’ve waited for me for a long time and now that the war is over

Now’s the  time for you to confront the inevitable truth….

the truth of the feathers…………………”

As I watched my mother down from the heaven, I missed her rebukes more than anything else in that world…

She wept helplessly deluged in her grief,

Which I had anticipated earlier and so to save her, I had sent the bird, the little nymph..

Who roosted on my mother’s thin shoulders

The bird chirruped a tune, which it had learnt while crossing the heaven’s borders

As I watched her, down from here, I too hymned the song…

That night I tried to sleep, but grief had thorned my pillow

I then heard a familiar lullaby, soothing me, gliding high from underneath the sky,  from under a willow

I got up and saw the mother’s beautiful face cupped on her palm, looking out of the window

She didn’t drag the grief anymore, she had learnt to bid farewell to the yore

She was singing the lullaby, for me, like always she had in my childhood

She knew, that she alone had the power to heal my scars

And so, As my mother watched me, up from her house, her eyes shone

I was freed from the heaven, freed from the insatiable heart borne

I then finally winged my Golden Feathers, to Fly Higher… to diffuse into the White Dawn…….