My Tricolour is Fading

The dark days begun
Eliminating glorious shine
The nation is now divided
In the mosque and shrine.

Saffron moved away
Fighting with green
Where White in tricolour
Scrounging for peace.

Motto as peace
Religions holds sword
Where Peace is just a WORD
And Religious monks are real rapist

I hate this Nation
Who we call a secular
The human race is biased
Where religion is aiming for Dictator.

My Tricolor is fading
Into its dark.......

~Praful Maheshwari

METRO LOVE

The sun became brighter. The formals went fully wet with sweat and the body become sticky. Even the crowd during the rush hour sweats awful like a rotten potato. Waiting for Delhi metro train at Chandani Chowk holding paperwork of office. As the metro passed with speed the papers in my hand flew away. I rushed to them and started collecting them, I got all of them except the one which I found sticked on the face of a girl standing nearby. I leaned towards her to get the paper. I stretched my hand and removed the paper from her face. My heartbeat got increased, A bright face was in the front of me with little tilted eyes and sharp small nose and small pink lips same as strawberry which I want to make it mine forever and to imprisoned them into mine lips. Her long neck, long arms and long legs held every guy’s attention. Her diamond earrings twinkled in die sun. In those nanoseconds something happened to my heart. The beauty of the girl was same as the peacock with stre...

Could we make a Last call?

Could we make a last call And talk for hours and recall All the moments we decorated with joy And that night where a girl fall for a boy... I know this won't work anymore But what my heart Cries is you I have waited for you soo long Unaware of all expectations that went wrong A last call is all I wish To tell you how were my days When you were with me And to tell you how are my days When you are away I wish to tell you About the barren nights That you garnished with florals And those nights that went Sobbing into the dark rooms which scares me the most I wish to call you back to the world, That we both decorated with joyful moments To the world, where you felt safe from the people And the world, where I was happy.... Since that won't work All my wishes vanished with the last call and the day you told that "This won't go anymore"...... ~Praful Maheshwari

I Fly Like a Leaf

I fly like a leaf In the dusk of barren autumn Detached and unmatched From the greens of valleys And at the hilltop I was falling down Where the air sings me a song And my clashings with words Claps in a way Like strings of guitar strummed Or the air finding it's way out of flute Illuminating out melodious tone And with every beat of drum Dead Heart rejoiced. I was still flying above the ground And Waving my tail, To thrust myself up and To keep myself in illusion That ground is far below And I am on seventh sky Waving through rainbow Hiding in silhouette of clouds. Suddenly, The breeze left me, Alone, above and high. The gravity started kissing the dead me And with its affection I was soon on ground I was weeping in pain While the layers of soil covered my wounds And I was buried and killed by gravity Looking through new palace of earth I wasn't the only whore of gravity There were thousands like me Buried deep and dead With desires to escape ...

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