Freedom of a bird

Courage of a lion

Loyalty of a dog

And grace of a peacock.

Apparently tamed is human

Yet in stifling chains

But the untamed and wild

Appear far more civilised.

Envy and malice reign supreme

Love and compassion remain unseen

A distant thought is pure humanity

You call yourself Human, O idol of vanity!

Ergo, rise and awaken

Discover yourself, and

Replace strange civilisation

With untouched wildness.

Fearlessness of a hawk

Hard work of an ant

A cuckoo’s sweetness

And the power within yourself.

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Expression is an art
An art everyone must know
Else one ends up
As a depressed and dull fellow.

Why is poetry an art?
Why is singing, writing or craft?
Because these are forms of expressing
One’s emotions, desires and heart.

A balloon bursts if over-inflated
Will not a human brain if over-packed?
So, speak out the things you want or not
With an outlet you believe is apt.

Be it prose or poetry
Art or craft
Written or spoken
Danced or sung
Or, just a small conversation
With a dear one…..

Sadness. A tiring word indeed
Strange melancholy like a weed.

A queer exhaustion in bloom
Floating above a dark cloud of gloom.

By faith, I don’t know why I am so sad
But it looks everything is happening bad.

Yet, life goes on like a spinning thread
A sumptuous meal tastes a rancid bread.

It is but a phase we all pass through
A time we don’t know what to do.

So, sail across it with a patient mind
Soon everything will turn kind.

Each star is a sun in itself
Each drop an ocean
Look how deep a speck is
If you have that vision.

In your eyes is the universe
A journey of paths unknown
Each word tells a story
A cry in every moan.

Greatness is but depth
Mediocrity but shallowness
So embrace every little moment
Forgetting everything else.

Let each act be a service
A tribute to creation
Or rather a projection
Of your inner passion.

Reflections