A petition I write!

In all the chaos of daylight,

Don't lose "the light".

It's all about the fight!

Love with all might.

No matter what is right.

Don't be a spite !

Learn to be a brave knight.

For the future is bright.

May you always be a delight!

Have the ability to rewrite.

To become not a Frostbite,

Dance with all excite !

Coz it's only your limelight.

May all the Bull fight

Only ignite

A new light 

To shine bright

Brighter than the daylight.

SOUNDS OF IRONY

Injustice you see.

Can't you see your own?

Love you feel.

Hard to express your soul?

Hatred you  brew,

can't you simmer it down?

Kindness thee express,

is it for the stage you are upon?

Polite words you sing.

Oh! such a Off tune song.

A  perfect part you portray.

Like Brutus did his own!

What else shall I say,

For humans we are now.

HANDICAPPED

When words lose their worth,

When kindness is just a show,

When ego just flows.

When envy  fatten's and swells.

Where "fine" has a thousand meaning and 

Every person has a  modified dictionary of their own

Where its better to turn a blind eye than, lend a hand

Where its easier to preach than follow.

And where emotions and questions are still a Taboo!

"Home Happy Home", we show

"School Secure School", we assure

"Society Sound Society", we grow

But are we so?

Why anchor ourselves with the mask we grasp

"Handicapped", we are for sure.  

SUPER MAN

YES, you've got The Hulk's envy

The Widow's Heart

The Captain's ruthlessness

Loki's charm,

Thor's Sarcasm,

Tony's Kindness,

Hawk's Brains and 

Nick Fury's eye  

HaH.. My own little Avenger you are!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUPERMAN <3

SPRING!

A nomad he is

Jumping from heart to heart

Exploring the curvy path

Conquering the unknown earth,

He roams, runs, rambles and rides!

Curious he is

Like an untainted child he gives,

Courteous are his manners

Rather like a gypsy he lives.

A season he is

Short & temperamental but with a promise of more,

The ocean he is

Making his own storms and waves, he moves

Bittersweet he is

Like the sweet pan at the end of a meal.

Nothing more,

 For My spring he is !

THE VICIOUS CYCLE

The Hatred we Sow

The Envy we Store

The Jealousy we Brood

The Agony we Accrue.

With pride as legacies we ingrain,

With greed as heritage we breed.

With wrath as birthright we wage,

With lust as heirlooms we entrust.

Why not, let the untainted be?

Why bribe the innocent mind?

Why colour the black sheep?

Why burden young shoulders?

why, why and Why?

 I wonder..

Is it, fair to do so?

  

THE THORN .

My darling child, 

Don't you see what's clearly in front of you?

A Rose you say, but the thorn you omit!

How can you be so naive?

For, you can never separate

The thorn from the Rose

 neither the Poison from the snake!

My loving mother, she said

It is not that, I don't see the thorn, dear

It's just that, I choose to see

The pace of the snake and the face of the blossom.

For Happyness is what we make, Isn't it mother?

Faltered, the mother smiled at the inexperience of the child.

For she had seen the ways of the world.

While the girl, Pitied her mother's rigidity,

For she had a world to conquer!