“Standing upright”

Surface is tough & harder to believe,

that every time you have to grow  &   fall

from the same substratic gibralter. Learn to

“Standing upright” from rock hard basis

everytime ; living all the seasons

from warm to cool is the fate for all the time

to come. Living a life in community

with respect. Is it ………OK..?

Ouuch…!…..Don’t get burnt  in scorching heat ! 

Ooopps….!..thunderstorms may crack you down !

“Stand Upright rock hard”..! Sshh……

Sky is the limit….. Is it OK….?

 

“Blue Cherisma”

Who told It was blue ?

It seemed to be so from under below !

Limits were defined from underground.

Every part of life divided at random,

Giving rise to the world into apex.

That every notch screaming to achieve as high

as sky spiralling into charisma as color ful as 

blue.

 

But..utter,stress,why butressing ?

But you never uttered !

I was under stress since long.

till I divided from within into

various multiples, so as to secure 

support from getting fallen. I never

collopsed as you held me tight 

nourishing a living from underneath.

Making my world stronger with each passing day.

Now buttressed with the world,

seeking a true essence,

As you ensure ascent of life,

It will assure you dividend.

 

 

 

Bloom, boom, bust

Number of seasons to sacrifice
for a bohemian to bloom.
Ages to pass by for me to enter.
Enough rotations earth to make.
I have to see plenty of moons
before  making  a debut.
Ample of revolutions around the 
the sun.
Vast distance to be covered in space 
before I blossom.
Contrast in plumage is the truth.
Red in a green contradiction is survival.
Number of twigs to inflorescene 
to live a life or two. 

Till You Entered

Some darker parts in me cried out

as they were under exposed or rather 

rusted & broken with time.

Since long I was waiting for 

something new & refreshing till 

you entered in

to remind me, there is a life.

Life wider than I thought ever.

 

 

Germination, Germ, I or a Nation ?

May I come in ?
Is there some place ?
Would you welcome my appearance ?
I was to fall down after a days of maturity.
No fun in getting attached forever,
Breaking from within is a fate of all.
Tender broken parts destined to disperse.
Color from outside was a necessity to be plundered upon the surface. Getting apart into pieces is a discipline.
Being driven away for multiplication is a need of the hour.
Won’t you take me away ?
Away from this mad mad world ?