Rest In Peace.

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To rest under the heaps of earth cast by my very own,

A tear awakened the dying seed into a ponderous flower,

The weight of many a years hurled gently on my coffin,

And now I can finally rest in a wholesome heavenly bliss!

To rest under the salty waves of the beautiful blue sea,

Tossed aboard by my sweet children when I could no more be.

To be nibbled by the colourful fishes scaling across the oceans,

To wonder the deep mysterious seas and finally ride the currents...

To rest upon a pile of firewoods stacked neatly below me,

To be put alight by my very own son in tears and weary.

To rise up to the open skies like a furious dancing flame,

Finally flying free from all the burdens, fears and blames!

To finally rest in peace wherever I may be,

Tired from a long journey through unexpected realms,

To not breathe and not move, and not think anymore,

To not be scared or sad neither happy nor sore!

To just be,

FREE!

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Inspired by Eugenio Montale's poem "To Rest In The Shade" at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

~Free~

Clicked in the open skies of my hometown back in India!

Flightless Eagle! I met him in a dessert safari in Dubai.

The owner took him around for pictures among the tourists!

I felt really bad when I later glanced at this picture for the poor

thing!  Maybe I shouldn't have aided the owner with this picture!!

:(

I wish to soar in the boundless skies,

And touch the light blue heavens,

The joy of spreading my dynamic wings,

To whizz past daunting Havens!

To hear the rustle of the whispering wind,

In my delicate greying feathers,

To stretch my hollow marrowless bones,

And feel the infinite pleasure!

To be freed from these chains and shackles

Bound to an old man's hand,

To stretch my rusty wings and fly,

Over deserts, seas and land!

Away from these wretched humans,

Who make me flightless for money,

Away from their thoughtless breed,

Away from Earth, utterly free~

Written for MindLoveMisery's Tale Weaver's prompt!
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Also shared with Poets United for Poetry Pantry!

Digging Diamonds!

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Living a mortal wealthy life,

Never to die in hunger or strife,

What would you know of our grieves,

As we labour for every single meal?

In the depths of earth digging for you,

The precious glittering raw jewel,

That sits now on your delicate finger,

Adorned in gold, dazzling shimmer,

Given to you by your lover in fire

Of passion and ego and sensual desire!

That same stone, my lovely lady!

Once rested unadorned muddy and dreary,

In the depths of far away African lands,

Where I slave only to save my hands,

From being ruthlessly slashed away

By rich men, much like your fiancé!

Oh no! Don't get me wrong Lady,

Who am I to blame your princess-like story,

While I here struggle to keep me alive,

My children lost, my missing wife,

My world covered with earth and sweat,

Digging and digging, yet no rest,

Surrounded by many a slaves like me,

Hopelessly wishing in vain to be free, 

Others just gave away any remaining hope,
To ever come out of these dark potholes...

If only you were to forsake these diamonds

For love, humanity, another's wounds,

Maybe I'll see hope as well,

But for now I have none to spell!

Written for Midweek Motif at Poets United!

The Soldier!

My Father-in-Law (Col. Alok Chaturvedi) along with his comrades at Siachen Glacier

He followed a dream, a religion, a passion,

Of guns and bullets and raging ammunition,

He dropped his fear, he raised his head, 

To protect His country he marched ahead!

A sister's tear, a mother's pride,

The blatant fear of his alluring bride,

He left his house fully armed and dressed, 

To wage a battle against His Country's dread!

Who says he has no awe and fear, 

Who says he hasn't shed a tear?

For he is a human, And yet a Soldier,

A smile on his face, a duty on his shoulder!

His barrels are full, the booms are heard,

The distant howls of shots that were fired!

The ferocious war sends a shiver down the spine! 

And yet he runs out in the rush of adrenaline!

He hits them hard, he hits them strong,

He hits them mightily all night long...

He never thinks about his mother or wife,

Only what he trained for all his life!

He rarely thinks of the beautiful days,

The lovely mornings, the dusky bays,

For he sees just blood and bitter revenge,

The reckless carnage of diplomatic resent...

His wife awaits, His mother cries, 

The new born forgets his fathers guise,

The brothers brood and sisters worry,

But the Soldier commits only to His Country!!

'Vande Matram'

Dedicated to my Father-in-Law

Col. Alok Chaturvedi

Also featured on Poets United for Poetry Pantry.

More Longingly Since...

I am a feeling ... one emotion trapped and confined,
By walls huge, strong and well defined...
The reason of the imprisonment is unknown to me,
Either I hurt someone, or am dangerous when free...
Or then again it could be the past and history of others,
Who were brave enough to let me wonder...
And in my prison I awaited for the day when I
Am finally set free to see the world with my eyes...
For many have known to have failed sadly,
The strong, the wise, the foolish, the saintly,
To keep me hidden in towers self made,
Or bind me in chains or kill me with a blade...
But victory is mine for I am a feeling,
One emotion so strong, so appealing...
And known to have won so many battles with the Masters,
I did not think much of the walls or their Creator...
And, much as I expected I saw the leak,
One tiny crack is all that I seek!
I rushed out to take my place in the world,
I looked with my eyes but my vision blurred,
As a stronger Will pushed me back in,
And I have awaited my freedom more longingly since...

Also shared with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday!!

The Ecstacy Of Flight...

B737 sim and me!! :)

Ah well... "There is no limit to the joy of flight...."

Those words, while they may seem inconsequential to a casual reader, I entreat upon everyone to read those words more carefully... there IS no limit to the joy of flying...

4th day of the Year 2010 at 2200hrs I flew once more after 15 whole months ... At this point when I held the control column of the huge aircraft in my hands a second time afresh and landed her I for the first time realized how much I had missed this... Two years back when I had flown for the first time the realization of a loss or depravity had been eliminated, for then I had not known at all what flying was about. But now when I got back I realized how much this was a part of me... how much I had missed this... how much this had been pushed back in my head as a consequence of the innumerable things happening, short term aims in life, the fast moving rush and crowd of a new and busy city!

The pleasure of being in control of that huge machine, the pleasure of handling her, the pleasure of the knowledge that she was zooming across the skies at speeds of 300 knots cutting through the very clouds whose kingdom these huge vast skies were... Its a joy in you that has been leashed in a long time and it knows no bounds...

My big machine was new to my unskilled hands and it wasn't the best I had performed but it was more than just memorable... it was unforgettable... 0300 hrs in the morning I returned to my room after four hours of continuous flying, but surprisingly I was not tired... At least not enough to make me want to doze off before I had told all my friends that I was flying again!

I slept at 0500 am that morning happy like an idiot.

And this was only a simulated flight. I was already dreaming of my actual flights that night.

For those of you who are flying here is a message- Don't ever leave flying! Don't EVER regret having done this. What you have achieved 90 percent of the world cant even dream about... It's the most awesome feeling... :)