A butterfly’s guide

Fragrance through the Garden,
Caught several time my pardon.
It is a little new born Butterfly,
Who broke it’s exoskeleton,
Recently.

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It was hanged from number of weeks,
Just above my head,
In tiny balcony of mine.
I used to see  it in those days,
I grew few flower plants for it,
2 white lilies and one Mogra.
I wished it would stay here forever,
As my child and part of mine.
I created few artefacts of flowers,
Decorated windows as garden.
And spread scent to feel home.
Its not been a day it came out,
It gone through all flowers,
And it tried to break glass,
To left my home and to pass.

I forgot its a nature,
Whom I tried to tie,
In my selfish little desire,
But its a nature of new born,
To fly.
Only fragrance could it tie.

Sun set

We climbed top of the Hill,
To embrace the glory of light,
To see, to feel, to enjoy,
The fight between,
Dust and light.
It was slow, but instant,
Each of them fighting back,
To produce colors,
Colors which feel ‘wow’.

It was changing layer to layer,
Light shades to dark,
Yellowish to redish,
Wow seems beautiful.

Caught my heart,
I felt again happier,
But i thought,
It is sun set,
End of day,
But still i am happy,
I am not negative,
Then what should i learn,

Humm… to Rise again after got Fallen.

Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine

Aashao ke Pankh (The wings of thoughts)

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When tears dance on my shining chicks,

When darkness spreads in my deeper heart,

I ride in the sky wearing wings of thoughts,

Double-alaskan-rainbow

Work what I left behind,

Boundary which I jumped at high,

Combining the both legs and hands,

I dug a larger trench, into

The vast shore, rising up on

Surface of ocean, building my own rope.

Summing up the tides at shore,

Wold I rise like storm?

Or I flow with silent touching the shore?

Keep high,

Keep high,

My brightened eyebrow,

I would fight again, like

Hammer at stroke,

Pinching that ego, what could left behind me,

I gonna be rise with flying at sky wings,

Till the end of universe,

Kissing the face of star, each,

And every that face,

What made me to just left.

Rainbow in a day, after raining heavy,

Will rise like a sun’s first ray,

Filling the voids of galaxy,

Will make my Shining, gloomy, colorful,

Rainbow…

Darkness of heart,

Will come out with my fart,

New flash of this morning,

Will spread with a new laugh,

Like a butterfly,

Dancing picking my heart…

Sadness for moment,

Creating a ‘Hope’,

Forever……………………

Jungle: Peace In Nature

My view to see the nature all at one, like a one joint family which consist of all the natural bodies together, this idea of mine always reflects in my sketches. Few days ago when i was thinking of draw some sketches on nature, I felt that every natural body, in the form of animals whether it is human or animal itself, If we try to accumulate at a place in the line diagram always helps to draw each others body-shape.

Here another of mine sketch called “Jungle” which consist of sea animal, forest living animal(wild), and absolutely human an social animal, I feel that all of them if i talk about  peace then most of lack is there in social animal then after in wild animals and then comes sea-animals. This lack of peace always keeps human wandering for it, Why? Its a question, An wild animal if don’t have peace it means it is hungry, and this will lead it to walk for hunt. But If a sea-turtle, don’t have peace then? No it will never wander here and there it will eat anything found in sea where it is aquatic plants of sea-soil or dead pieces of anything.. What I feel that if human’s need to find peace then it will be found only in their own hearts, so they have to just mediate and found the right way to get it…

 Jungle