NO COMEBACKS

The birds which had left their homes,
Lost their way back to those homes,
Their free wings were left tattered,
Melody of their chirping had shattered.

Captured by the cruelty of mankind,
Shot at by the insanity of evil mind,
Freedom of these birds were put to an end,
Broken where their legs with no one to tend.

Losing out to the brutality of extreme greed,
Trying to rebel in vain over inhuman deed,
The birds are still trying to go back but bleeding,
At the world’s core humans are busy killing.

The birds remind us of our survival and sense,
Their plight makes us recollect our loss of innocence,
Bleeding we too are in agony of being misdealt,
Our cries are yet to be heard but will never be felt.

-vociferous

YOU, ME AND US

Life was once so beautiful,
Sorrows had no space to sway,
But then times changed,
And everything moved away.

Tears of joy dried out unannounced,
Painful feelings had made their way,
I remember to have mourned aloud,
The lone moments of night and day.

Everything bright had turned pale,
Unsure and hurt I walked confused all the way,
Not a single memory was left to be rejoiced,
Even closer relationships had drifted away.

It was during one of those cold Decembers,
A smile arrived like a breeze my way,
Every dark moment of untruth and disgrace had withered,
Paving the arrival of love in the sweetest way.

Gently comforting and caressing me in immense pain,
You had never expressed what you conveyed that day,
Inspiring me to look at life again,
You inspired me to challenge every difficult day.

And then on a very special occasion,
On a brightly lit full of joy Friday,
You held my hand and looked into my eyes,
Showing me hope and pointing me the way.

Surrounded by the harmony of love,
Together we chose to sail away,
No more could the lone moments be seen again,
I love becoming YOU, ME and US in a love filled way.

-vociferous

AGAIN...

In a robust mood to rebel again,
In no mood to be caught up in juxtaposition,
I being called sane insane…

Having lived by the might of pen,
Having accustomed the mind to pain,
I am set to begin again…

Challenging it seems to sustain,
Challenging my vision repeatedly to refrain,
I wish to romance the pen again…

Years have come and gone in vain,
Years have teased me of being inane,
I am zero thrilled to just idly remain…

Holding a sphere of ideas in my hands again,
Holding my head high in the crowd again,
I am all set to write for my right again…

-vociferous