Patchy lam

Patchy lam    His voice was an ocean. Soothing and warm His eyes were shimmering. As the sun glitters on the whelm! His touch was rough and patchy.  Yet calm..  Sliding down my body as  A flowing light pslam!  He was brown, like the roots of the palm, The crown was perfect to make The home of my pixie charm   

The fee we pay

 Hey, you...

Adorned in silk sarees

Chilling at Parties

Having everything free

Seeing all the world around

What a life, they said!

Its his uniform makes my dress

Its the unheard war cry makes me chill

Its my life that pays the fee

And you know, nothing comes for free!!

Its a life that tough to feel..

And what I see is just the blue!

Going everywhere he goes and lives

Making home that doesn't break!

Being friends with unknown to known

Then saying goodbye at very unknown time.

Scorching, drenching,  shivering to live

The Nation's call is more than my plea..

He is adamant to serve and die

And its me burning all the time

And you say its all for free!

Its the life that pays the fee..

The lives of nightmares

Anytime come true!! 

But can't leave my soldier

Alone in the field..

It's my strength that makes him strong!

It's my home that saves our homes! 

Say that once more we don't pay the fee!

The fee we pay is all our lives! 

Moulted wings

 She dreamed to fly high

To touch the clouds and the heaven

She wanted to o climb till

She find the first ray of sun

She panted after the greeny bush

Thought once she would meet the deers

But...

She was caged!

Her broken heart kept weeping,

Her wings decided to fight.

She whacked the cage with her  beak,

Claws and those strong wings of light feathers!

And days passed by, cage tore apart.

She rushed to fly!

But her wings were no more there!

All the feathers moulted away..

Tears rolled down..

Yet she decided to take her wings

Touched the green,  brown then the blue!

New wings appeared to meet the clouds!