Bound, Yet Flying

Finally,
The last of the birds too have flown
But,
Here I am
My wings clipped.
My foot bound.
Still I fly happily
With weighing down commitments
Not because I am not known to fly higher
Or I am accustomed to
But because I know
One day I too will be gone...

How Should You Take It, The Covid-19?

In the beginning it was a muffled voice 

Some story or gossip spreading 

Suddenly you could hear the cry

Before you could realise it was in the house next door,

The fear was looming in the dark

Everyone wore mask

Because it became a mandatory task

How could you put in words?

The life of lakhs at stake 

And a thousand being buried every day.

It came like a thief

Lurking behind people's jubilation of New year 2020

Before we could realise 

It was March 

And many marched to their grave

Alert flew like the flu

Scattering people places

Looking for spaces

Is it the end of the world?

Has the dooms day arrived unwarned as predicted ?

Oh people!

Who could be saved??

Wrath is at door

Repent

Turn to the Creator

He is the only saviour.

My dear people 

Even if I am gone

Remember that YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

You are the dream...

You are the dream
I never wanted to wake up from
Dreams are strange
Yet you 're unique
The dream that ties me down
I know this is just a dream
Which will never come true
Yet I dream on and on
Then and now