Flightless Birds [Chained Haiku]
Young minds possess wings
of imagination to
explore a new life.
Equipped with new dreams,
they paint the sky with zeal and
chirp new ideas.
But cruel winds of
despair and darkness tear their
wings of innocence.
They make young birds toil
to slavery and prison
their fresh thoughts; to die.
of youthful souls, they turn them
into flightless birds.
Note:The poem is about child labour and exploitation
Your love was like
the freshness of a haiku
which perched on the windows of my heart
and delivered letters of affection.
I remember our meetings
symbolising the passion of a love sonnet,
charmed with the tunes of our endless talks
to play our serenade forever.
This bond dwindled Like a reverse Etheree
when the syllables of our love
blew over the road of misunderstanding,
scattering our precious moments to perish forever...
Every moment without you is
like a freestyle verse
which lacks the rhyme of life
as you took away the contentment of this journey...
My state without you is like a sad Ghazal
which yearns for your care and love,
but you moved on like a song
singing the melodies of our lost love...
Author Note: I've incorporated poetic forms and their essence / rules to describe the agony of a lost love.
My hand feels the war
raging between my thoughts and pen.
A few words diameter my thoughts
while the pen inks a blot.
The words are held captive
and the thoughts- silent;
as the pen rules a blank paper.
Yet the words never plan to surrender
just like the former imprisoned India,
and get buried under the pride of the pen;
which boasts to have carved sapphire stories;
yet forgets a vintage truth-
the wisdom of a pen is spined by an array of radiant words.
And the words determined
to spread across the confines of the page
liberalizing every little essence and worth they hold.
The mind hence unbottles the wrinkled thoughts
which forces the pen to scribble on the untouched canvas.......
And a revolution dawns.