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

 

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

let’s do it!

The world is pretty big enough

We may not meet anytime again

There are infinite faces in the crowd

Who has got the time to complain

The power of communication is immense

If we do not converse, we lose

How long can we wait for others to speak

It depends on us what we choose

All humans in this planet are not wild

The scare of hurt is destroying us

The distance between people is shrinking

But the mistrust is occupying us

We are scared of going to places

We are scared of coming out of home

We are scared of browsing internet

We are infected by scare syndrome

This world is beautiful and radiant

And we have only one life to live

Why do we set boundaries for us

Why do we hesitate to forgive

Let us talk to everybody we meet

Let us exchange pleasantries and greet

Let us treat world as our own family

Let us make our existence complete

love redifined

does this look like the love redefined

no traces of compassion one can find

it blossoms like jasmine in the night

and the day brings the normal fight

no botheration for each other is seen

no idea where counterpart have been

the roof is one but the walls dominate

love slowly paving the way for hate

no time to sit with other for a while

no intention to walk that extra mile

gadgets seem to be more fortunate

as their relation appears intimate

and our lifestyle is fully mechanized

no human needs are ever recognized

are we both overwhelmingly frantic

or this the definition of being romantic