Like the eyes of a warrior that shuts
for a while and rejoins the battle;
Like the wings of a bird that freezes
There is Water in hard Pulp,
There is Water in pure Milk;
There is Water in thick Tears,
There is Water in Blood too;
I unbuckle her jaded black Jacket.
And lift from drapes of crimson Velvet.
With Eyes of a watchful Guard on duty,
I ogle at this naked man-made beauty.
Looking at you, I remember the first time we met:
sometime in my first grade, when the page-thirsty
line was running wild with its black army, trying to
capture every length and breadth of the white land
O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built,
As a timeless monument of immense beauty
But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built,
As the greatest monument of divine love.
just an answer
for every question
That doesn't have an answer.
At the crossroads of hate and fear,
I met those whom no man held dear;
A Donkey, a Hippo, a Canetoad, a Viper,
All spoke a code, so hard to decipher.
The common volunteer among us
Who helms the digital eye
To capture the celebration
To mummify for our tomorrow.
Having adorned them with words before
I flung my pen to the sorority of clouds
and stood beneath for a repay in verse.