Tender fingers, a voice so mild.
Tender thoughts, an innocent flare – your smile.
Bony fingers, cold yet comforting.
To held them brings me light.
Someone to hold onto when I cry,
Someone to hold onto when I smile.
Spontaneous, your jokes and pranks.
I make a little fool of myself to see that glint of a delight.
You are the tiny beautiful thing that has happened to me, dear brother.
Just everything that I wish for in a brother, if I had one.
Petty fights and plenty of love.
The world gleams with diversity,
Diversity of autocracy and hypocrisy.
The world shines with diversity,
Diversity of rich tyranny.
An irking noise that dominates every voice,
shrouding the truths of nature.
“The world is for us”, the tyrants claim,
Flaunting with pride.
Dignified, they look
But ugly their candour.
Where is diversity?
Where are we going?
We need people.
People from every inch of the spectrum.
A spectrum that is an amalgamation,
And not mere isolation.
Diversity, we need.
Diversity, we demand.
Diversity to join hands and step forward,
To unravel the silence.
The silent truths of Nature and Humanity,
Diversity, we fight for.
Woman, ew, hair on your legs, I see.
No liquid sunshine, I am not.
Can’t purge the repugnance you see.
Woman, ew, fat on your thighs, I see.
No meagre warmth, I am not.
Can’t melt away the blimp you see.
Woman, ew, sagging bosoms, I see.
No pole, I am not.
Can’t hold them uptight, you see?
Woman, ew, no grace I see.
No breeze, I am not.
To waft through free.
Woman, ew, raise not your voice.
No blind, I am not.
To your depravity.
Woman, ew, workplace is ours, you see?
Inept, I am not.
To your bigotry.
No liquid sunshine, I am.
To drizzle and pet.
But a stalwart slayer,
For meaningless absurdity.
Dry and parched wide city alleys,
Weep under the erring swelter.
Some mirage lakes troll at best,
Teasing the fated summer thirst.
Stunned by the fondling breezes,
Kisses of drizzle daze the torrid.
Petting the gush of dusky pillows,
High tears rush. Of lost playmates.
A sway brushes the crust of Earth,
Cleansing the dust,dirt and pores.
Sleets of shower vamp out in swift,
Shrouding the land with still mist.
Puffs of virgin sponges subtly pace,
Breaching glimpses of simmering sun.
Pigmented arches swell up in layers,
Improvising a fable of rich fantasy.
Ambience juggles the sentiments plain,
Greeting the Warm Song of Summer Rain.
I find bliss in solitude.
Sipping a cup of coffee
Or, tasting a caramel toffee.
Munching a bowl of peanuts
Or, lunching a sugary donut.
I find bliss in solitude.
Hearing the ticking old clock
Or, crushing little pieces of chalk.
Mending with my old, unused pens
Or, standing upside down till I count ten.
I find bliss in solitude.
Trekking through the mountain ranges
Or, resting next to country granges.
Riding in pretty luxury trains
Or, gliding around and flying planes.
I find bliss in solitude
Searching for the physics of light
In a lab that is far away from sight.
Penning down my thoughts day and night
Hoping for something big and bright.
I find bliss in solitude
Running away from mobs and herds
Or, hiding away from mortal girds.
Whisking off to a different altitude
And find my bliss in solitude.
Dry and parched wide city alleys,
Weep under the erring swelter.
Some mirage lakes troll at best,
Teasing the fated summer thirst.
Stunned by the fondling breezes,
Kisses of drizzle daze the torrid.
Petting the gush of dusky pillows,
High tears rush.Of lost playmates.
A sway brushes the crust of Earth,
Cleansing the dust,dirt and pores.
Sleets of shower vamp out in swift,
Shrouding the land with still mist.
Puffs of virgin sponges subtly pace,
Breaching glimpses of simmering sun.
Pigmented arches swell up in layers,
Improvising a fable of rich fantasy.
Ambience juggles the sentiments plain,
Greeting the Warm Song of Summer Rain.
Square One 