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.