Cultured Skies !

In a city of gloomy lullabies,
Where they only hoped for a miracle to fly their way,
Freckled face and swollen eyes,
The woman standing behind the wall has seen the world,
Most of all…
Shivering and quivering she waits,
Covered in the sheet of traditions and cultures,
Cursed under the barriers of sexism,
She waits and waits for a change,
Look at the irony,
The widow in the third house cannot come out,
While everyone is coated in thick colors…
Such is our country,
Diverse and wide,
Underneath the cultured skies…!

Young At Heart !

Gazing at the clear blue skies,
While road tripping a thousand miles,
Listening to the songs delineating carte blanche,
Promising each other to follow our hearts….
There goes an ambitious poet,
Dead and perished in a holocaust of ignorance,
Who knew that an ageless soul would suffer with such dearth,
They say never look back and sway,
Don’t even try to miss the one decayed…
But who can help the broke,
We all are a part of this bazaar,
Advertising and exposing the ever hale and hearty expressions,
Yet, inside buring in the fire of lechery,
We won’t leave being young at heart !