Where's my freedom?

Where's my freedom?

Is it caged or tangled in chains!

or it is suppressed between the restrictions

that they keep imposing on me.

Then they ask me necessity of it;

other's said that's their concern,

but a concern isn't meant to chop the wings of an eagle,

it's about giving a thrust to their flight of heights.

They are themselves caged between the

chaos of the melodrama of society.

They breath for themselves but

breeds for the society,

they opt the brain, steered by society,

and these hands hold the fetters of my freedom binding anxiety.

Here's is my freedom

down their hands, getting older and older,

shattering its age with rusted fetters.

But they forgot, every chain will once break,

every feather will regrow,

every bird will fly anew,

to live this freedom, to live this era, to live this life.

~Praful Maheshwari

The girl i met on train

She wasn't the only pretty girl I had ever seen. And no doubt she was too pretty than others. Her dark eyes loaded with purple shades drowning into greens. While small nose with big tip ends around her big cheeks creating dimple when she smiles. All around her, red glossy perfect lips she wore on face turning down. Her dense hair were curly a bit, pleated down in a pony tail binded by round pearls in an elastic. The peacocks feather shaped earrings curated with metal painted bronze and beneath it connected eight pearls, smaller than that of hair ribbon she tied. The earring hanging down her ears gleamed her beauty letting the taste of moonlight fail. The curls escaping from her forehead, hiding imperfections of her face. Down her face over neck she wore a garland of black beads woven down in thread to which a pink butterfly is attached symbolises her beauty. Like all girls pink seems her favorite too. The top she wears was alluring and around the arms of which pearls are stitched...

Whatever it takes - Spend it

Whatever it takes - Spend it be it a box of happiness that you stored deep into your soul, take it out and spend it. Life has no destination, except Death. When you will lay as corpse with the ECG curves on monitor and the pierced needles connected to huge vessel hanged on stand while your face will remain still gazing at the ceiling fan blades running around the motor and the helplessness of blade to feel the center of fan will Renaissance you for the days when you were running for happiness while the real happiness was inside you. You didn't scrounge yourself but you searched for others for that happiness. Life isn't still, it's like sine and cosine curves that varies from one region to another sometimes rising high and exaggerating your dreams while sometime it will throw you down and shatter you to begin a new journey. The more you will fall down the more capabilities you will learn and mistakes you committed will let you dive to depth of success The clock of life w...

Drowning Planet

Future with my eyes would look like salt in tea Everything would be destroyed up From the flora to the fauna From draught city to drowning island And from bizzare garbage hill to clogged drainages We are just preparing death for us Soon the blue sky will be covered by black of smoke And the pretty faces will hide themselves under the masks Oxygen cylinder price will hike up And diesel will no longer last The fossils would be extinct for next generation Their childhood will no longer exists in parks Then there is technology, a sweet poison Like sugar to diabetes and drug to druggist. The farmers woulf cry out loud Due to crop failure Humans will agonize due to water scarcity. ~Praful Maheshwari

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