Texture of my Winter: I know why I Sing

Texture of my Winter: I know why I Sing: With Winds raging strong like sharp fangs, I bit my strings to unlock them, Lest I may fly beyond the Or...

I know why I Sing

With Winds raging strong like sharp fangs, I bit my strings to unlock them, Lest I may fly beyond the Orange rays, Beyond the bars of my narrow cage. In the earth’s sky, Where greenery flourishes, And freedom nurtures, my wings long for the touch of dust , Long for the time where I can clean my beak in the crystal waters, Long for the flight with might !! But, alas I see the free bird leaps on every branch, And on every ripple of the stream and dares to claim “This is my sky”, “This is my sky” I with my wings clipped, And feet tied manages to sing to the distant hill, The song of freedom. The free bird thinks of another spring, I think of another day, where the lock is unlocked, My wings grown, And my feet untied, The cat nowhere to be seen. I fly not to claim, I claim, I can fly

NOT ABSURD

This was the poem 20 years back.. You would find the sweet romance which had stepped in my Teens.. a feeling known to many of us..lots of immaturity floats when we are in this stage.. And perhaps everybody writes a POEM ( also grading ourselves as Shakespeare and Wordsworths of the BEST TIMES EVER!!!!)

Never did we meet,
Nor did our gaze stop for a while..... when our eyes met..
Lightening sparks never did lighten,
              when I walked past you ...
Somehow you are a part of ME...
Where, when and how and why I do not know
Tell me, who are YOU?
A puzzle, a pleasure in gamble?

Come, what mat let me tell you...
You bring me with YOU
            A new gleam of LIFE and hope
U  have made me sit and see
that how do unknown bonds grow...


But I tremble,
Coz' I do not know
What has future stored in for me?


You are a wonder I wonder
How well to endless nature we match...
Do your thoughts wander too?

But and though as our souls have never embraced each other...
You take my monotonous day of life
And make it feel and fill as
            WHOLE

Texture of my winter

Naked Tress,
Frozen rivers,
Yellow foliage...
Chilled mornings.. unknown mist which ascends and descends with the feel of my unsteady breath....

The coldness of my thoughts -says
                         WINTER has retraced its steps again ;
Beseech to the winters,
                                   Not to ICE my thoughts and freeze my SPRINGS