Oh Crow ! Shall I Cage You ?

This life of despair
and of assured pain,
longs for something
to keep it derailed.

You can be a friend,
a spectator so mute.
your beauty will not distract me
when I keep you caged.

Oh crow ! shall I cage you ?

You look at life with a different view
They say you can tell the old from new
So stay with me and warn me of death
and tell me if I still have life underneath.

You love your freedom
and piece of worms-
picked so thoughtfully from the stenching drains;
but I'll keep you warm,
and I'll keep you fed,
and will keep you safe, from the drenching rains.

Oh crow ! shall I cage you ?

You hover all around,
even though you aren't heeded;
but you carry no pretensions,
for you have ugly beak
and dull shades and lesions.

but I'll keep you washed and
in here you will shine,
and here you'll be needed
and it will be all fine.
So tell me:
Oh crow ! shall I cage you ?

You might love your trees
and the urge to fly;
but you have grown old
and someday you will die.

We will sit together and talk about life
and talk of things, we could not survive.
And talk about friends and talk about foes
and we will drink to happiness
and to all the woes.
so do us this favour, tell me...will you?

Oh crow ! shall I cage you?

I once had a nightangle,
who always sang songs
but she died of loneliness
for having never been praised.

Oh crow ! Shall you be caged ?

Falsification of Some Hopes

Once upon a time.....

I had an idol.

I looked upon him,
I valued upon him,
Oh how he held such virtue
Oh how he seemed always true !

Of values he talked.
On ethics he walked.

Once upon a time.......

I had a goddess.

I bowed onto her,
I graced onto her,
Oh how she shone elegance !
Oh how she borne reverence!

In beauty she bathe.
In charm she spoke.

Once upon a time.......

I had a hero.

I wanted to be him,
I rented to be him,
Oh how he burdened such courage !
Oh how he handled those praise !

For dignity he lived.
For freedom he stood.


Once upon a time........

I seem so satisfied.

but look! how am I left now
so faithless and torn;
solely in them for relying upon.

For it seemed so obvious
when I stood too close,
they were all adulterous
they were all morose.

And that's what I found
when I entered to seek-
They all wore mask.
They all were weak.

Nursery Rhyme For Soon To Be Dead

When I die.....
I'll be buried and covered with soil-
for which, so long I toiled.

The darkness will draw
and gone will be
my thoughts & my doubts.
the alertness will smother
but will it really bother?

I'll sleep to peace
or maybe I'll keep awake-
with just blindness ahead.

Funny to believe
about the day to decease;
all the curses-
they will be no more.
And there will be no more
of the world, of the deity
and of creature and anxiety.

What we see will be a point
colour of which- not defined !

The long cherished hopes
and the smiling dreams
will all merge to invisible seams.
there will be no sound
there will be no taste
neither will be any smell
nor will be any haste.


The body will decay
& ferns will nurse
with the emotions frozen
& nostalgia dispersed.

Again will I be alone
just with my own self
and...
history will have
repeated itself.

But the world will go on
like it always has done;
the lovers will meet
and then they will spurn.

People will find difference
and fight their fellow men
till they die to become the same.

Fragile

So fragile are we-
susceptible to germs and dust,
to the spell of feelings
bursting forth in wrong proportions
when it must

And we sleep with our eyes alert
to seep into the strangeness
of shades and hues.
I wonder if I die while dreaming
will my dream continue?