Cyclopseven R

Fighting breath a daily affair
to swallow food a task practiced
the child frail in look
contorted frame her only house
...

Just as the white dove that flies high
greeting the clouds of mighty white
me too journeying ever facing the clouds
in search of a destination of wondrous beauty
...

A baby lay forgotten
In the womb of the dead mother;
Still breathing the last few breathes
The remaining of the mother’s last air.
...

The rnorning breeze
in ballad moves
tip toe in gentle flow.
...

a dream
an illusion?

a dream
...

As she releases the hair straight
The breeze couldn’t wait to caress
And smell
Her soft hair.
...

There is
behind every closed door
of every human conscience
silent whispers
...

Chiaroscuro of twilight ends
As night embraces the day
Bleak- everything seems to be
Not just the night but feelings too.
...

Every soldier is a willing terrorist
Waiting only for the order to come
To pull the trigger on someone
And throw granites at another one.
...

Yesteryears' stroll
slowly begins to roll
into my memories of old
chatting many things
...

Suddenly I felt very uneasy
My body trembled and felt a little warmer
I am losing balance
And was sweating – cold sweat.
...

The days gone by
in thorns scattered
i stepped ignorantly.
tears dropped, wetting my cheeks
...

When the sun rays peep
from between the curtains every morning
they wake up
Only to see everything around me
...

Freedom
Does not define
Caged birds’ struggle
and clapping of hand
...

Iif life is hardship
will I be made an anchor in you?
if life is happiness
will my eyes shed tears of sorrow?
...

The last chapter
none wish to witness
when, they are alive.
...

by sending air through hollow bark
a trumpeteer with a trumpet
works a miracle that hums
and put to sleep the sorrow of many;
...

Birth and rebirth
is nothing but poles apart,
without one, the other is dead.
...

'Twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
up above so high
like a diamond in the sky.'
...

Spreading the wings wide
she flies high across the sky
searching for a lost fraction
that was once its blood tie.
...