Truth spoke last night

A wind of change whistled quietly
adjusting itself around the hurdles
nothing came in between
no one called to stop it
all went swept and strayed
it doesn't happen very often
but the way it did was strange
people shook themselves up
talked aloud and made a vow to change
it was then when we heard
something being said, something being done,
something for the good,
something for the love,
something for the kids
this wind changed to a storm very soon
and roared in its full rage
all were awakened, some from laze,
some from silence and some for grace,
it was a sight to behold,
it doesn't happen every day,
when people come out to see air
and find its voice in their ears,
while hope gives way to life,
and makes its presence felt,
that goodness prevails even today
and pain make hearts melt,
no one would forget such a sight
whne truth spoke last night.

Change is here

Speak up now, now itself
get up before we fall,
go on and make this move
if we don't stand up now
who'll speak up for you
who'll change lost course
either in verse or in prose
where will the flocks unite
killed, gagged with empty sight
when are we to let kids grow
along with peace, trust uphold
who is the one to raise his hand
ask his questions and clear his mind
for those causes of lonely theft,
under this strange voice left behind
where rich get richer and poorer die
hopeless eyes and dried lies,
where are those causing distress,
where are those leader's impact,
waited too much, too much for a life,
lets get up and move each and all
before our people die and fall!

Bests among the rest

The best of minds may not be slated on the first bench,
just like the best criminals are not found in a cornered prison,
the best of musicians might be busking under a dirty bridge,
the best of writers may have a weak pen,
the best director could be well walking around with a handycam,
the best of hope may fall in a beggar's bowl
the best of footballer may not have a boot to spare,
the best of sages may be in the deepest cave,
the best of all singers may be hiding in his bathroom,
the best of teacher could be the one using the least of rod and more of eyes,
the best of trancriber might be sleeping while the audio loads on,
the best of lawyer may not have swindled many,
the best of driver may not have driven downhill,
the best of GOD may not have seen Earth at all,
the best of artist may not even know his masterpiece,
the best of love may not have touched you yet,
the best of confusion may be created out of calm,
the best of friend may not be in the crowd,
the best of words may be waiting for silence to occur,
the best of food may not conquer your hunger,
the best of nectar might not have been in those bosom,
the best of engineers may not be a foreign stickler,
the best of Indians might have not taken birth in India,
the best of doctor might be drinking well water,
the best of snaps might have never seen the studio's darkness,
the best of questions may not require the best of answers,
the best of best may not be best anymore, any less!

A girl's tale

You must have seen a few roses bloom

With beauty insane, ending up in tomb

I aren't that thorn, mind you again,

Lying across the soil under cloudy rain

Life is tough and it can’t change

Much has been said, little for gain

Looking at me, you’ll see

A damsel in no need of a frog indeed

Nor a knight on horse to feed,

Nor any luck to smile on me,

Nor this to crave nor that to see,

I’ll fly as I am, as free as a bird

And do the things the way I need

I was free, I am free, I’ll free

Till the day my wings are clipped,

My hopes aged and death on street!