Alas! I stand before Innisfree.
The small cabin once built of clay and wattles now abandoned,
The bee hives and the bean-rows withered,
clamour of barrels all around,

Peace doesn’t drop slow anymore.
The morning veils torn apart and cricket song coarse,
The midnight all dark and noon a merciless red glow,
Linnets have lent their wings far East.

I will arise, go now, but return I promise
The lake water lapping the shore,
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement’s grey,
This in my deep heart’s core, i profess,
I shall return, stronger.

*Return to Innisfree is an inspiration drawn from W.B.Yeats’  The Lake Isle of Innisfrree

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There she stood by the sea
one of those nights.
Staring far and beyond,

Reminiscence whispering all over,
he snuggled tender under
the bosom of the moon above.

His fingers caressed
the waves gentle,
craved for someone ashore

to bury blue
the melancholy true
beneath his depths.

Yet he retired always
for the waves withered & waned
as he stepped close to the shore.

And she, for once, never
walked ashore and
reached out her hands.

She must’ve been selfish…

So they stood apart again.

Today too, the Sea must be
restless and hopeful as yesterday
to reach close someone ashore.

Or Not?

Yet again, the tree
beside my house is old.

Autumn leaves fall, soundless,
undisturbs the slumber underneath.

The tree in solitude stand.
shelterless and shoulderless
brave alone winter cold.

Whispering winds
sing lullabies,
rock the leaves to sleep
in their cradle beneath.

Patient and unwearied,
ready to unshackle the hands of time,

They await…

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Hear now…
Hear beyond the blue depths of the oceans,
Beyond the whispers of the deep woods.
And you shall find me there
listening for you.

Look now…
Look beyond the rocky heights of the mountains,
Beyond the colours of the distant horizon.
And you shall find me there
looking for you.

Come now…
Hold my hand and fly with me
Beyond the shores of our tears,
Across the valleys and mountains.
And these lonely times shall be no more.

A new dawn awaits us now…

When the sweet air of
spring’s first blossom
kiss the clear sky blue,
I think of you.

When the gentle smile of
summer’s first shine
strike the light fields green,
I think of you.

When the tender tears of
monsoon’s first shower
quell the parched earth brown,
I think of you.

When the cool breeze of
autumn’s first song
lull the crisp leaves yellow,
I think of you.

When the soft flakes of
winter’s first snow
greet the lone mountains white
I think of you.

Always you…

Rise ye! and come forth into the light;
A new dawn awaits us at the horizon.
There heaven and earth meet dear
So shall we without any fear.

That antediluvian song we shall sing
And plow our steps unto the twilight.
Then ere the night unfurls too far,
We shall reclaim right our stolen star.

And bring it back once again
To our home, Forever and Forever.
Rise again ye all…

O children of the night

Too long you’ve dwelled in the slumbers beneath,
Hear me now and consider one more step.
Step forth to the other side
Where all is too bright
Set alight by the gift and the curse
That Prometheus hath brought upon men.

Shed some of your darkness but not all
Before the light consumes us all and leave none.
Like the raging fury of the great Zeus
The light blazes far and wide in all realms.
Wherever you are I ask thee
O children of the night hear me now.

Greed, power we all fall prey to.
The reality before our eyes dismembered.
Politics, money, shenanigans,
dancing to its tunes like puppets
Until the strings betray us all.
Nor the alchemist or the shaman of the great Indians
can stop this rage of fire now.

Justice blindfolded and stripped naked
In the streets of injustice,
exposed to humiliation and ignominy
is now dead ten times more than a death on its own.
Souls of the dead squirm and whimper in
the shadows of the light.
Plastic toys but all is what we have become.

O Children of the night
Wherever you are, hear me now.
Shed some of your darkness but not all
Before the light consumeth all and leave none.