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tragedy called life
I am burning incessantly
the end appears to be nearing
the energy levels are dying down
sublimation of the body fearing
the soul though has no abode
permanently to stay there
but the existing address is in me
and then to anonymity shall near
I breathe hard to remain alive
but the strength keeps diminishing
my aspirations are young enough
but my actions are retreating
I too have a ticking countdown
to remain in this materialistic earth
and when the counter reaches zero
my existence shall become unheard
yes, we all are a feeble naught
that can be easily wiped off
whether we do good or bad
the life is always written off
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
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
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
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
the life bubble
they say life is a bubble, let it be
at least colourful world I can see
the bubble may burst some day
till then let me live my life my way
God has blown this bubble for us
let no one try to prick it or crush
the bubble may float up or down
we may feel happy or may frown
but the bare fact of the life is clear
till bubble lasts cheer without fear
