Thought Bouquet

the rustle of the leaves the bustle of the town the buzz of the bees and the smile of a clown! everywhere,resides poetry world's a poem in motion just let your mind free let thoughts fly, sans inhibition! bright camouflage of clouds in sky as the tired sun, sets in west the frail spider's last try determined, refusing to rest! let your ideas effortlessly flow a brook,cutting through rocks,jubilant take in the world,deep and slow a calm wide river,thoughtful,silent! for, the best poems for all days are never created nor made they are all around us,always waiting to be discovered,shaped!

my life, it is an ever enduring war a constant conflict with myself a chaos,with increasing disorder a cacophony, of confusing noises! with days, tumbling over each other and time, constantly ticking away my life,it recedes from me merging into an ocean of people,getting lost! and when today I look into the mirror try as i might,I fail to find myself and see another face lost in the milieu common thoughts,common ideas,common lives! but I refuse to submit,live an ordinary life breaking the shackles, compulsions of the crowd I shall rise to find myself,separate and distinct and dusting away the ordinary,reveal the lustre of self!

Every Independence Day comes with a barrage of information about our valiant freedom fighters and our extraordinary freedom struggle. Though it is essential to keep reminding ourselves of the indomitable spirit of our freedom struggle and the priceless sacrifices our forefathers made to ensure our liberation from foreign rule, it is equally important that we realize the present worth of our independence and what we have made of it. Today, we live in an independent India where girls are molested and then blamed for provocative dresses and couples are killed for cross cultural marriages. An India where working in another state may be more dangerous than taking up a job in another country, where the chasm between religions and castes deepens with every impending election! Where the cities prosper with high rises and glittering pubs while villages suffer in silent seclusion and penury. It is an India that refuses to protect its citizens from constant terrorist attacks, turns a blind...

I DREAM I make dreams and dreams make me I sleep and dream and dreams wake me! only the feeble forget dreams! who says you can't fly? we all have our moment,it seems! then why not give it a try? Yes, I build castles,castles in the air! I build them beautiful and fine and I make them all mine  by putting ground beneath,layer by layer! I dream,I dare,I surmount,I soar! I let myself free rooted to ground,but expanding like a tree I will,I work, I rip,I roar ! I make dreams and dreams make me I sleep and dream and dreams wake me!