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Happy Freedom

Now that you are a free nation

It is up to you what you choose

The chaos, the famine, the massacre

Or the development, safety, the welfare

The unemployment, dirty politics, the corruption

Or the happiness, standard of living, the education

The fight at the borders or the peace within

Poking at other’s affairs or the self grooming

Yes, now you are a free human

It is up to you what you choose

You may be a traitor or a true patriot

You may curse your nation for every rot

You may criticize the policies, leaders, the nation

Or you may still ask for more and more freedom

You may put the caste, the language above the nation

You may betray your motherland in the name of religion

It is up to you what you choose

First keep yourself in others shoes

Aren’t you misusing your freedom

With overconfidence on your wisdom

Are there obvious signs of enslavement

The mental and intellectual entrapment

Just celebrate the holy spirit of freedom

It is your life, your character, your nation

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Prompts! Missing You!

How will our literary instinct wake up everyday?

How will our writing passion shake up everyday?

The wait for daily prompt was an awaited ritual

To motivate irregulars and make them habitual

To placate the mind with tons of fresh creations

To interact with talented and build the relations

photo challenge made amateurs skilled professionals

to express themselves out as comforted individuals

response to all challenges was quite overwhelming

the community felt alive, energised and self impelling

but now there remains an unending lull and a void

as if clock has stopped ticking and emotions destroyed

all the WordPressers feel cut off and virtually offline

neither the writing is better nor their reading is fine

You left us in the lurch but still we are wishing you

O WordPress prompts! we are terribly missing you

 

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your ignorance

your ignorance to my existence is progressively killing me

as I can experience the difference, I can hear, I can see

the serene undulation of the breeze tell me that you came

the letters from the keyboard line up to spell your name

but I am left broken, unwanted for you never turn to me

you take diversion as the destination you feel is not fit to be

I understand the specific logical expectations of your own kind

but the fervent heart has to be overruled by the conscious mind

and the resonant vibes hardly ever follow the social norms

for them, it is harmony of thoughts between us that conforms

so what if we cannot stay below one roof in this life forever

so what if we cannot savor the fruits of being physically together

let’s talk to each other as the time in the clock is ticking by

let’s not leave this small task for us to execute after we die

we should be happy as god has given us the gift of companionship

because this ship will never sink even where the waters are deep

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O my doppelgänger!

O my doppelgänger, I can see your anger

you wan’t me smart, but I remain candor

that has cost me heavily in all my endeavors

my contemporaries excelled, I remained in fears

you told me to be diplomatic but I didn’t change

my straightforwardness was regarded as strange

you asked me to be ambitious I remained same

neither cared for fame nor worried for name

you told me to be opportunists, biased and selfish

but I thanklessly didn’t even fulfill your wish

so, O my doppelgänger, I respect your anger

I will remain as I am, don’t try to tamper

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why?

why don’t we express when we feel so

if it hurts us why we do let people go

if we miss someone why we don’t call

why we seek happiness in other’s fall

why we don’t speak if we dislike things

why don’t we accept all what life brings

why don’t we confess if we love someone

why don’t we take the failures as a fun

why don’t we keep our expectations low

why don’t we we learn the humble bow

why our race always ends up for money

why the pain of others appears to us funny

life is the most precious gift on this planet

why we try and succeed in making it complicated

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the irony called life

oh…the time just flies like anything

the train of the months passes with a zing

the beads of dates change in second

the unit of time quite hard to be reckoned

the sprint towards the death is faster

the changing calendars spelling disaster

every year flaunts and runs away fast

how long will this weakening body last?

what for we have ascended on this earth?

what is the real motive of this birth?

where is the peace for this wandering soul?

what is our mission, what is our goal?

yesterday we were kids now we are parenting them

and soon tomorrow our kids will be the parents

the shift in the roles is sweet though sore

we keep moving till the edge and more

till we are out of this game of existence

and then, there will neither be presence nor absence

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the divine fire

O the divine fire of love and affection

burn me with flames of your power

Bestow me with scorching evidence

douse me in that passionate shower

treasure of love should never be over

as there is plenty to spend all around

humans are poorer than never before

deficient of love and affectionate ground

outspread of love is turning orthodox

takers and givers have a different genus

neither the men look to be from mars

nor women appear to be from venus