Rumor has it ...

Beads of sweat would replace gold
If one to sit on their laurels for a long time.

Rumor has it...

Initiatives of development on false words
To emerge winners as conscience to nosedive.

Rumor has it...

Politics to be the next best friend for citizens
Politically correct statements to make waves.

Rumor has it...

Women to come with a manual
Men to concoct a theory to understand them.

Rumor has it...

On survival grounds elites to shake hands with the poor
Looking up to them to be the next fashion trend.

Rumor has it...

Gadgets to replace humans
They are to be the next best 24*7 availability options.

Rumor has it...

Life to be produced in capsules
Fresh air & walks to turn redundant.

Rumor has it...

Money & God to be worshiped
Love & Devotion to be calculators of profit & loss.

Rumor has it.

Winds of Change ..

The dance was not new
in the wind of bliss so full
leaves of greenery shone with dew
in the early hours beautifying the lull.

Clouds caressed the sky gently
soundlessly too to set the rhythm
of romance which was dormant willingly
till the wetness of the Earth was the only anthem.

Daybreak too glowed in the lightning 
as it spread its wings on the dark patches
of land & life giving it all a thunderous beating
that had nothing but good intentions.

Soaked in the beauty of nature
it all was an arresting sight
where his heavenly hand was the cure
and monotony got a new light.

A chirp there and a song here
birds too flapped in unity 
making the whole place a hub of care
in its pleasantness & adversity.

The continuous flow of his blessings
camouflaged the day into magic
dry & humid spells as dressings
disappeared in thin air making it all exotic.

All it takes is a little faith
tables turn & things change
for a moment or more discarding myths
Weather Gods ALWAYS transform the dark image.

Flesh Trade: victims of fate

The breath choked at the lid

so tight in the lane of nightmares
every day was more like a bid
sealing their fates to newer stares.

A little stitch in time was a far cry
as souls had ruptured countless times
thrusts of love they were not but a try
to give vents to unsatisfied libidos on paid dimes.

Bodies were not respected but played
teased, hit and hurt by many 
and it became all so mundane that it all stayed
on their souls as scars that were ugly. 

In his kingdom full of cruelty
eyes raped those unfortunate mortals each minute
and some sons full of duality
undressed them as they had no repute.

Mothers to some, these daughters of fate
couldn't cleanse the tag that followed them to graves 
revered they were not but only meant to mate
scarring their offspring at life's gates.

They too have a heart 
and zeal to survive 
who carry the angst of God's art
that smeared only filth on their lives.

The little one can do is accept
sans judgments or rebukes
and let them breathe without giving receipts 
of their characters so they could dwell peacefully in life's lake.

An Odyssey ...

Have I come too far?
From the very own bar
That held me and left ajar
The pieces that leave no scar.

Lying is the dust of memories
Shining & grey in their territories
Some burnt some anew with victories
Flagging off the mast of histories.

Day & Night a phenomena of surety
Bringeth a flow of purity
Till its not touched with duality
Of mind & spirit marring its beauty.

Stare not as its a loving gaze
Look within and its all a craze
Hidden yet so open in the haze
That only the reader can lead it all to a blaze. 

A Handicapped Heart!

He loved the distant memory of closeness
cupped in the crevices of his skin so tender
aching each time to a new low whenever a stranger killed its finesse
pushing him to cling to its beauty forever.

Intimacy, a beautiful monopoly to feel it all
where words and expressions simply died as his body whispered 
a story so mystic and so awfully tall
that visions of imagination  in his old age left him assured.

Living in the cage of his desire that was eclipsed by illnesses
he set his eyes each time she greeted him with routine 
dutifully caring & undressing him with a bout of aloofness
as for her it was nothing but a phase of quarantine. 

Clutched by the uncertainty of fate
the ageing walls did paralyze his movement
tricking him every day at life's gate
but for him her numbered presence didn’t ever disappoint.

Bedridden but so alive in her being
his poor heart galloped into songs
pushing him deeper & deeper thus lifting
every inch of him into bliss that had no endings.

Men: hello goodies!

He eyes the one who is meant to be
Fondling his thoughts a little more for longevity
Love is the destination for this one woman man to see
It was all worth a chase for a beautiful painting of destiny.

The one with a warm embrace takes all the pain away
Soothing the insides  protectively when the shoulders engage
Daily checking on his produce for a visual treat that's far from grey
Till night comes to kiss goodnight thus releasing his children's ache.

He watches every move you make
Sibling fights are nothing but acts of care
There always when needed and so close to hate
If he learns that his sisters are objects of gaze.

The buddy in him is the best to offer
A bond so deep that spouses may dread
Lovable yet so irritating it all could occur
He can be family one need not shred.

O mentors! Closer to hell
Upset them and one is dead
Scrutinizing every detail with rebuke
That actually chisels you to your best.

A responsible son is all of the above
Nurturing & learning all the way
In the journey of life so tough
That he is a reward so precious and gay.

Child Labor: little ironies ...

Eyes full of dreams laden with grief
Taking steps each day that were brief
It's a childhood so not innocent with a belief
Yes one fine day it would all be a relief.

Small hands meant for holding toys
Are working like grown up girls/boys
Focusing only to earn a morsel
Fully enraging them to burn life's vessel.

Playgrounds are not their destiny
It's a turf of God's villainy
Where their stars are far from shiny
Pushing them with resources so tiny.

Lives fortunate enough to be alive yet so dead
Breathing life with a disease congesting their heads
These little angels shirk away demons so ruthless
With a tough fight each day that leave them almost breathless.

Why not all of us be those merciful humans?
And give them a chance to be artisans
Of their future that would be like oceans
That help them sail with best of plans.

Hello Virtuosity & Social Media,

You own a place in a human's life as its very easy to access the net and be a part of moments people so lovingly share on platforms like Facebook, Pinterest, WhatsApp etc.

Promises happen, events are inked for presence that lead to no showing up on D-days. Its very easy & convenient to mark a presence to add on to the number of likes one gets. The ego gets a boost to a lukewarm attendance when all one needs is a familiar face in the crowd.

We brew our acknowledgement from a distance yes. There to dazzle a star in his or her achievements. Worlds are colored with a splash of comments emanating deep emotions that touch the heart.

Show up & all one witnesses uncomfortable silences or conversations that get lost in barge-ins of social media tools. Free flowing & undisturbed talks are the things of the past, thanks to you :).

Forever ...

A beautiful lie you are baby

raising the bar of hope for lovers

and also lowering spirits in the ill-fated lobby

of souls who are nothing but relentless grievers.

Munchkins grown old remain kids

for the parental stock that has no expiry dates

but a favorite concept you are for their eyelids

come what may yes for them it all just inflates.

An illusion so elusive in the dictionary

all of misery & friendship that surges & shrinks

in its glory cause change which is so customary

challenges even the political decks.

Rejoice still as all is not lost

let’s work instead towards a moment that lasts till it can

as life is the best form of boost

any human should always fan.

Basant Panchami..

O eyes sparkled to a new glow
In the lap of the yellow hue of bliss
Fortifying each particle of life so anew
As if it was nothing but nature's best kiss.

Smells of freshness spread its wings wide
Filling pockets of life to another threshold of activity
That soared the heart to an eclectic tide
Flowing back & forth in indefinable gaiety.

Days come & go but you hold your own
Every time guiding the spirit of fortitude
To blend beautifully that none can disown
but adapt to its gentle & serene quietude.

Who Are We To Judge???

The predicament of security and a place in a man's world seems hangs loose yet again. Its a wait of eternity or a loony thought of sabotage who knows. 

A girl cannot be alone for onlookers or world is it? It should not be a heinous crime. Either the society sees her as an alien or the biggest misfit in the colossal network of society where couples, friends and family hang out together. Oh maybe she is not dating or dumped? Or waiting for her better half or just having a lone time as family expects her to be in school or office so she escaped early to be where she is? Each move is monitored. Observation is different from judging hell yes.

Within minutes she is the cynosure of all eyes of intrigue, mockery, eve teasing, judgments & more. Attire, body language, accessories are questioned verbally or subconsciously.

Why isn't a man ever questioned for his solitary outing? As a society are we helping our species or creating roadblocks that is one question each one of us should ask. Each girl deserves a care free moment of will at a place of her choice.

Cheers!

Sip by sip chilling the insides 

desires take a new turn

not one but in all of the sides

one could feel a blissful burn.

Tongues needed no facelift 

as eyes do the talking

raising a toast so swift

only boozers were rocking.

To each his own twas a gamble

laid out in the open so raw

totally submerging to a mumble 

that few could draw.

Celebration or a turf of gloom

alcohol seems is the answer for loony tunes

filling their soulful glasses of doom

which critics curse as if they are misfortunes.

It makes one beg borrow or steal

for a neverending fix of chums

corporate or simply a friendly deal

then none can turn down this heavenly mix for gums.

All is not lost if taken under control

cause Samaritans its a boon for health

so lets take it right to make it roll

Cheer it up yes so it can increase life's length.

Revolutionary Pedaling …

Getting in the groove of spokes

the wind blew away jokes

of life that teased the blokes

so overloaded with useless cloaks.

Cycling away blues of the past

commuters ran in the mast

of gay abandon with a cast

that enthralled the internal and obvious audience so vast.

Landscapes and milestones sketch pictures

on minds filled with overtures

lying on the dermis of conjectures

caused by timely bumping into godly creatures.

Riding with the desire of good health

mostly grooms mental wealth

of ideas propelling less of filth

and maybe more for good of commonwealth.

Going green has its perks

for wheels full of monetary jerks

thus lowering worries of high paid clerks

so lets save neighborhoods & its people from going berserk.

Corporate Tuning ...

The strumming of the strings evokes music for the ears. The tune depends on the way one plays them. A two way game of both hands hence the age-old adage holds true that two is company when churning out a rhythm. The guitar delicate yet powerful holds its own once played to emit a jingle to enthuse a sense of harmony, fulfillment and cheer.  The right fixing up of the nylon or steel strings conjures the melody of choice. The guitarist is the sole nurturer and creator to make it a masterpiece or a flawed piece of art. It turns out to be a musical boom or just noise for the ears depends fully on its creativity. It takes a lot of time and effort to induce the best mix. It demands a lot of hard work, learning, experimentation and perseverance for the desired composition. Hours of labor can go wrong or beautify simply. The finger-picking technique on the instrument is the key so that the tune is developed for mass appeal.

Likewise, an amateur or a trainee or fresher is just like the guitar in the hands of a leader or a manager of any firm or organization. The makings of that human are understood post interaction and working closely. The guitarist aka trainer, leader/manager/CEO knowing the key skills of the respective individual may weave or mar the abilities. The person of authority reaps the dividends by touching the right strings to perfection if done selflessly. It’s like playing the untamed, untrained, immature cards well to achievement. It’s an assortment of exposing different moods of melody to the world.  The apt exposure on the corporate turf rings in the triumph one so deserves, post a guiding push from the senior or stalwart of experience.  Melodious songs are remembered more cause of its composition, style of presentation and approach. The individual eventually shapes up for overall good of the conglomerate nucleus. Pull him/her down or chisel the abled strings, is the choice everyone has each passing minute of our lives. 

Roots & Bloom ...

A line so deep in the soul’s pit

acting like a scaffolding of a building

off and on it cohabits

modestly structuring the mass  of a sapling.

Humans or plants dispel the gospel of strength

if chock-full with the ethereal geneses

thus blossoming the over growth

so as to rekindle the lying recourses.

The background completes the portrait

belonging to a specific template

see sawing between heaven and hell as a trait

that eventually dies a natural death at his gate.

Flourish O wild flower of will

with or without the apt condition

canoodling the soil of skill

so to alter into life’s best rendition.

A Shadow of Symphony ...

A shadow of symphony alights from nowhere

circling in the environs of harmony

where the faces are not grim anymore

and the byword is pure matrimony.

The melody descends on the unloved

transforming each one of its beings

in the halo of love simply derived

to plug in the unfilled corners of feelings.

An outline so clear

with the enthusiastic beat so joyous

in the corporate gleam of arrears

as then the tune of success is humungous.

O Yes, its a musical shade of masterpiece indeed

decorated in the lap of the poor

simply jingles all the way if the breed

opts to stay happy still, on the moor.

Divas ...

Ah! address a name and silence descends

such is the effect of personas so great

appealing not one but all, the aura extends

into a trance like effect so neat.

O! then actions speaketh louder

and words take a back seat

as it’s a turf of the charmers

that charm as if a visual treat.

'A' day is never enough

cause the godly portraits are a rarity

full of love, compassion and care so thorough

that a lifetime of cheering too is an incapacity.

Fortunate is the one under their guidance

who is totally cradled like a baby to perfection

simply defying selfish needs such is the alliance

hence rejoice everyday as these entities are doses of addiction.

Power!

The muscle glistens a little bit more

when the intention is not to annihilate but protect

from the dangers that lie off shore

and eventually gains mutual respect.

Weep not as to control is to outshine

the latent desire that flows unguarded

in the valley of the divine

as it’s a weapon to win the unconquered.

O! the authority to change things at will

no matter they collide or not with the unfortunate

thus loses esteem if transpired to simply instill

self gain and earns selfishness as a name plate.

The power of love & prayer move mountains it’s heard

bringing in peace and bliss that flows

unabashed and relentlessly in the yard

so just hold on tight to your unconditional vows.

Godly supremacy surpasses all

cause it’s he who rules the world

a little twist and everything is a squall

so humans, let’s stay grounded  instead, for him to have a better hold.

Goodbye ...

Yesterday once more is painted on the canvas of life,

which cuts your today like a sharpened knife,

into unstitched pieces full of strife,

that can fall in place only in afterlife.

Yes, its one of the best words of doom

pushing the envelope of death to bloom

in the sacred lines of religious boom

that decorates a sullen day with utmost groom.

An adieu which is good & bad they say

as nothing is forever the lines sway

thus resurrecting the fact to make hay

till all is just a matter of dismay.

Farewell O flame from above

tis not the end of love

but a new journey so to prove

that the best is yet to come in the heavenly cove. 

Oh the breed - hackers!

Hello, trespassers of the guarded facts of so many lives

and the unwelcome guests of the files

that are far far away from the reputed profiles

who officially unearth the dangerous ties.

Maybe its fun to enter without permission

at times as a friend or well wisher with a mission

so to play with the trust with the obsession

that just wants to know all at any given commission.

An expression so straight in the face

which none can ever place

if its coming from an ace

of masquerades that none can trace.

If done in the garb of the individual’s security

they say then it’s the best ever activity

but think again hackers as there is no beauty

in barging-in unannounced, on one’s treasured priority.