HOPE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which pull us out of despair

Helps us repair

Our shattered fortunes

Refuels our empty lungs

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which act as pills

For us to recover

From our disturbed past

Making us believe in the present

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which inspire us to create

Something out of nothing

And big things out of small things

Renews our lost dreams

HOPE

Is a four letter word

Four letters

Which keep us alive

To imagine more

Do more

Liberates us to conquer the world

-vociferous

VICTORY DAY

Not by swords

Not by guns

Not by blood

Not by malice

But by saffron

We come home

To the Victory Day

Not by hands

Not by sickles

Not by symbols

Not by signs

But by lotus

We march up

To the Victory Day

Not by murk

Not by conspiracies

Not by blames

Not by bigotry

But by rebel

We rise on

To the Victory Day

Not by losers

Not by rulers

Not by haters

Not by hackers

But by One Great Leader

We surged on

To the Victory Day

Not by religion

Not by remorse

Not by ruin

Not by rot

But by NaMo Mantra

We celebrate grooving

To the Victory Day

-vociferous

Written on the account of NaMo's win and his ascent to the throne of India's PM.

LET ME BE INSANE AGAIN

Towards the ocean

I ran again

Embracing the rains

I felt again

Teasing the pains

I coiled again

Consoling the heart

I said again

Let me be insane again

On the road

I drove again

In the book

I read again

Rewinding the promise

I vowed again

Revealing the aggression

I yelled again

Let me be insane again

Forgetting the world

I danced again

Breaking the rules

I rebelled again

Holding the pen

I wrote again

Recalling the conscience

I sang again

Let me be insane again

Romancing the dark

I loved again

Reviving the past

I succumbed again

Ruling the odds

I evened again

Reaching the crossroads

I chanted again

Let me be insane again

Behind the light

I chased again

Before the insane

I prayed again

Beyond the boundaries

I traversed again

Refreshing the breath

I breathed again

Let me be insane again

-vociferous  

Followup to a poem penned by me long ago - SOMETHING INSANE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

WHO AM I? Matters to me…

From the pen
I hold
From the paper
I scrunch
From the ideas
I abandon
A question arises

From the journeys
I take
From the destinations
I belong
From the milestones
I miss
A question begins

From the music
I create
From the songs
I sing
From the lyrics
I quit
A question echoes

From the lessons
I learn
From the philosophies
I adopt
From the rules
I break
A question bursts

A question
That challenges me
A question
That inspires me
A question
That amplifies me

All it asks
WHO AM I?

Not one
But many replies
Sum it up for me

Who am I?
Matters to me…

I wish to not abandon thee
But want the question to stay with me
For the pure reason
That it matters to me

-vociferous

THE HEART

The heart that beats in us

The heart that makes us live

The heart that surges us ahead

The heart that quivers in us

The heart that urges us happiness

The heart that follows us universally

The heart that adapts in us

The heart that excels us incessantly

The heart that accompanies us eternally

The heart that confides in us

The heart that keeps us excited

The heart that befriends us timelessly

The same heart doesn’t belong to us any more

Misplaced somewhere in the ruins of amore

Washed away and taken aback by an unknown shore

Held by the nature unborn, the heart follows the folklore

Of abandoned romances and hatred of pure

The heart that is so us has grown so silent

Dragged into a bitter lure

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SOMETHING INSANE HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

The might of a zero powered bulb

Escalated to the status of a halo

The plight of an arrogantly mannered macho

Depleted to the weakness of a zero

The drunkard from our colony turned into a sage

To sacrifice the wines he got drunk with at every stage

A betrayed lover went on a nasty rampage

Blaming the world for the caused damage

The streetlights turned red maybe with anger or joy

Not letting us know whether it was natural or a ploy

The parents of kids leaped out in search of a toy

They had either misplaced or planned to destroy

The pavement occupying urchins broke into a dance

Not letting anyone know of this impromptu stance

Rich people abandoned their homes for a chance

They had been imagining during many moments of trance

The roads started rolling on rooftops

And the footpaths took a breather for some gallops

Robbers were running insane in search of cops

Probing their identities that had shattered their hopes

The fury of bats overruled the night

Thwarting everything that was wrong or right

Like dead people the world slept with eyes closed tight

Something insane happened last night

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A PART OF ME

A part of me pales out

A part of me burns out

A part of me wears out

A part of me questions me

A part of me criticizes me

A part of me rebels me

A part of me walks away

A part of me hides away

A part of me runs away

A part of me deceives me

A part of me mistreats me

A part of me forgets me

A part of me is no more me

A part of me is so much tainted

A part of me is a yesterday of myself

A part of me continues

On a beaten quest of A Part of ‘Me’

-vociferous