Walking from the nests..

I peeked through the holes..

Distant was the ocean..

Down were the rivers..

Sky was beautiful and blue..

Sober were my desires..

Slowly I raised my wing..

I saw it filled with scars..

Didn’t I tell you this..

These scars are from my wars..

Yet again no worries..

I would reset myself to fire and crackers..

I started flying into the sky..

The wind terrorized me with its whoomps..

Yesterday, I fell into the river..

I was taken away by the waves..

But today, I resisted to pass it..

I will fly until my body tires...

Each day I defeat something new..

I will get near to my goals…

Time is not the parameter that decides my destiny…

I will try until my soul retires…

By- Chandini Kola

Are we in the conspiracies of the universe,

Are we lying to each other;

Jolting the emotions into the crowd of worse,

Did we dazzle in the chaos forever;

Counted we all, the days to apocalypse,

What did we do that all for;

Giggled to the feelings avoiding the concourse,

Thinking that we played it clever;

Audacious we turn in the discourse,

When matters pulled up to the tower;

Deities we believe when fallen into coerce,

Human is just a mayflower;

Blame is to everyone for averse,

Devoid of all odds, why not stay together?….

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