The Hermit

On the bedding of sea, many waves lay,
tis unhurt, unseen, with inhibitions to sway.

Living their days in peace & calm,
appeal they make in dusk & dawn.

Their temper swings
with blow of shocking winds.
These turn into tides,
through currents on rise.

I also clogged all my doors
to avoid heart sighs & to take respite
from those who can expose
to untrue world living in malice.

Tis not maintained for long.
She closed, opened all the doors
to make dance spirit singing on her songs.
Pierced through small beams,
she made envision my open eye dreams.

Tis not maintained for long.
Alas! my emotions can’t be tested any more.
Lest, avert me ‘O’ my soul,
my dreams have shattered ,
my heart is broken and its pieces are scattered.

An e-mail

An e-mail

THEIR BROOD

I am groping in the dark a light of truth;

The light which can shimmer the future of brood

Round the world kids live naked; not by choice but by fate

Striving for food, poor are many

Faint, dull faces struggle for a penny,

Harder they moil, sweating through toil

Lay on earth having food, cloth dearth

Let’s jump into crimes - songs ever chime

Notice them, save them to pierce dark through

The light which can shimmer the future of brood.

Alas!  Sand lies on seashore

have plenty of water but throats get sore

Tides come through their heart

Settle through eyes with tears dearth

They imagine in dreams for their brood

Gouping in the dark a light of truth