As soon as you wake up, you stand before the mirror

To see your own reflection, but you dare not see yourself

as you wanted to be and want to be!

Anyway, you happen to see the reflection 

of the world as it wants you to be.

What holds you back in letting yourself free to see your own self?

Is it your own mind or someone's?

Why do you restrict yourself and mask your true identity?

Is it you lost in somebody’s beliefs?

Is it you dancing to the tune of someone’s demands?

Why not take off the mask of false identity to feel your own self-reflection.  

A feel of incredulity suffuses from within,

When I see loneliness in every colourful thing the souls crave for,

Either to be a replica of someone or to possess something by 

fair means or foul which never seem to end!

Despite teeming with billions of lives, places bursting at the seams, 

lavish and boisterous jamborees, delightful celebrations, 

Palaces of spectacular opulence, the rostrums of pomp and fame, 

theatrical entertainments, and everything fastened with unbounded possibilities,

Still and all, the earth seems lonely and crushed.

Nature that’s exploited from dawn to dusk seems lifeless even in its

gorgeous attire of greenery;

Sometimes, the romantic sky appears forlorn for all the twinkling stars,

May be, the stars too have lost their way amid the dark clouds!    

I wait for the stars to come out,

just to catch a glimpse of the sky’s smile.

There’s a feel of freedom in waiting

for the night sky,

As I am sure that it comes back with

new wonders.

I wait for the birds to come out of

their nests,

just to catch a glimpse of their wings

smiling to fly.

There’s a feel of freedom in waiting

for the dawn,

As I am sure it comes back with new

rays of hope.

I wait for the flora to come out with

cluster of flowers,

just to catch a glimpse of their petals

smiling to blossom.

There’s a feel of freedom in waiting

for such a beauty,

As I am sure it comes back with new

fragrance of reality.       

“It was stunning”,

What?

To see the darkness tired;

and the minds restless.

“It was sad,”

What?

To see the world as only one,

but being different for everyone.

“It was spellbound,”

What?

To see a few words disconnected,

but felt like a poem as a whole.

“It was baffling,”

What?

To see perfection in the things farther,

but sensed an imperfection in the same things, when closer.

“It was spectacular,”

What?

To see a ray of light emitting from a tiny dewdrop 

diminishing the whole darkness.            

 

I know, I never wanted to be a spectator like the mass,

I even know, I have been witnessing the situations, I didn’t want to.

I feel wonder-stuck, if I questioned myself of those scenarios,

when I have been trapped into the thick of it all without my willingness.

As and when I begin to brood over these things,

I feel why I had to suffer the way I did, 

though I have been venturing for the right cause.

If I voiced against the manipulative acts straight up to someone’s face,

How unduly the conspirators turn me into a scapegoat.

These wicked witches suck the blood with no trace of weapons,

yet, they neither could cut my wings nor stop me from flying to the sky.

While sitting alone under the branches of darkness,

I listened to a voice that whispered, “Catch hold of me tightly 

without letting me slip off from your hand.”

It was my silly pen that has been cautioning, signaling and inspiring me,

To always fight as myself, I wanted to and I want to.

I know, I have chosen the path of truth, and

I want to always fight with the fake world as I am;

Even if my past and present get buried in the layers of illusion,

My battle for truth never exhausts.

No matter, the whole world may stand against my mission,

My striving heart never tumbles down to quit.

I make the words, my weapon and the inner voice, my destiny,

but let not my search stop for a second.

My will is as strong as the power of truth that never diverts to get broken,

and every single moment, the questions struggle for answers...

to flow on...to go on...transforming into an ocean,

In seek of truth, I vow to take up the power of might to rip off my blinding light.