An Alarm

An Alarm

The apostle of fragrance,

Flowers show inimitable variance,

Well it’s a blessing of Mother Nature,

Forgotten entity she is, in favour of several miles of concrete pasture,

We are locked up in rooms,

In cities, where in the skyline many a skyscraper looms,

I feel many a baby; newborns haven’t even seen a tree,

In pursuit of humiliating excellence, one day earth will be human-free.

My Words..

My Words..

Putting curtains on an eventful day,

Yet I lack clarity on what to say,

It is this alacrity that makes me blabber,

Becoming embarrassing, shaking and starting to stutter,

Am at a loss of words,

Caged are the willing to be free birds,

Could you hear me dear reader?

If not,  my fault .. I am a blur

But times have changed,

My words are perfectly arranged,

I am ready to speak and shine,

And sparkle like good ol’ wine.

Gandhi and A green future

Gandhi and A green future

A bespectacled man,

A man without a hint of arrogance,

A man with a dream,

A leader, or rather a father in honourable parlance,

A man who basically was the guide ….

Here comes the future,

Here come his principles,

Here is the world to nurture,

We are all that man’s disciples,

Is it difficult to speak the truth ,

I say it isn’t ,

And it is time to speak up,

Speak and act with the thousands of Thunbergs,

Whom are walking in his footsteps,

As if he has been reborn,

 With the Amazon burning today,

Fog in the air’s display,

Why not plant a tree everyday,

We are warriors who fight for the planet,

Where mother is ingrained in our souls,

For honesty and purity , it’s a green earth we beget,

Belief in oneself and almighty,

Pray for a green future , even if it is only slightly,

Stop the dripping taps,

Take a bicycle for yourself .. not for claps,

Make houses out of bottles,

Innovate and with truth and honesty fight your eco- battles.

Course

Fear is good,
From where I stood,



              Walking on thin ice,
               Get to know a simple    
                 mistake's
                  price,
                   Fear is the cats and we                            
                   the mice,
Weakling at heart,
Will lost to fight and restart,
                     But I shall find a new   
                       course to chart.