Color of his blood

his blood not red, all the time

it’s green when he’s imagining the farms

it’s blue when he swims freely in the ocean

it’s yellow when he bows to the sun

it’s silver when he silently praises the moon

it’s even black when he is hurt in a war

for he is not a man too common 

he has an elegant way to him

he is way beyond special

he is – an artist

he can change

the color of his blood

*****

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Painting on the wall

painting on the wall

looks so to me

i am naive, not to understand

the state of mind of the man

holding the brush, surrounded by colors

does he belong to the city he painted

or he longs for it, for it’s zeal

is he jealous of the people living there

or he is one of them celebrating

flock of birds flying in the sky

are they for real or mere imagination

or the painter simply meaning

to prompt the admirer to go ahead

paint the painting yet again

 

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a city birthing a city

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

generations to come shall follow the tradition

children of masters to remain masters

to rule the children of the servants

slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city

that’s dull, full of pain

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the green girl

green girl emerges in the jungle

long hair kissing her knees

divine body covered in leaves

fragrant as if bathed in flowers

glowing face with eyes blue green

her manner graceful like a queen

she holds the sun in one hand

in the other she holds the moon

showering the life in the jungle

with light, making it serene

trees bend their branches in honor

as she walks her elegant way

an army of all sorts of animals

follow their queen in silence

a sight so charmingly delightful

when the green girl emerges in the jungle

 

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music of his kind

as i entrusted him

with the guitar of my heart

as i entrusted him

to play the flute of my emotions

he ended up playing

the music of his kind

it was the music he only liked

on which i ended up dancing

all my life

 

A Soul Worthy of ART

a soul worthy of art

is a soul able to realize the music in monotony

is a soul with the power to celebrate agony

it can paint without possessing colors

it can giggle for someone else’s happiness

it travels the speed of light every moment

it can survive a volcano, it can swallow the sun

it can heal the wounds in a matter of a blink

it can bleed to perform, it can shrink

untouchable, immortal, godly

a soul worthy of art

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he found love in words

when love failed

to find it’s way to him

from the heart of a soul

he dearly cared for

 

he opened his arms

expanded his horizon

with a pen and some ink

he wrote his heart

he found his love

in words that appeared on paper

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i went ahead…

they told me not to

informed me of the consequences

my well wishers pulled me back desperately

in hope of saving me from what was to come

yet i went ahead as i wanted to rise

instead, i fell in love

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serve me pain

serve me pain, serve me sorrow

torturing wind as it blows

injects a little immortality in me

nothing you shall gain

for my limits to consume pain

are beyond eternity

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against #Terrorism

they are blind

not because they closed their eyes

but because

they shut their heart

O poor people against humanity

please learn, we HUMANS

still have our hearts beating

we stand up #Against #Terrorism

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for everyone who blogs…

My Dear fellow bloggers,

Please take some time out to read this message. Today, I want to take the opportunity to tell you how special you all are. In fact, how special we all are. We have the capacity to convert words and pictures into art. We have the capacity to bring up the issues concerning the world. We have the capacity to rise and to make rise, to make emotions felt, to make pictures talk.

We have created this world of blogging in a bigger world (much thanks to Mr. WordPress) and the amazing thing is everyone is welcome. To contribute, to share, to inspire, to discuss, to challenge.

Many thanks to all my friends here for investing your time and effort and making this a huge success.

After all, we are souls worthy of art.

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musings

a pen in my hand

i let my imagination

kiss the rainbow

lying on the earth shyly

i welcome thoughts

to come

make love to me

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dust in my eyes

when the dust in my eyes, through the storm

stole my vision for a few moments

it was when, i saw through the darkness

i became blind long time back

blind to the truth, to the sufferings of others

blind not to see, enormous love i received

blind to the merriment, a child’s giggles could bring

blind to the comforts i was rewarded for free

blind to the peace and resources that surround me

blind, not to discover another myself in me

i rubbed my eyes from the discomfort of the dust

promised to earn back my vision

that was held for a long time till now

by my negativity

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nature – captured !!

 

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