Undefeated

Life is what you make of it,

It is bright,if you fix your gaze,

If not on the sun and the moon,

But,on all that shines,and are lit.

Life is not a bed of roses,

Nor is it all thorns.If you will,

It’s the fragrance wafting,

From wild flower posies,

Every cloud has a silver lining,

If only we remember this,

When the clouds hide the sun,

And the gloomy heart is set on pining !

Where there’s a will,there’s a way,

Seek the path, less traveled ,

For,on more frequented roads,

The Will gets trampled,every single day.

Make hay while the sun shines,

The Dark lurks,with talons sharp,

Chase your dreams,live them,

Before in its shackles,you,it entwines!

Chandni

Tomorrow's Tale

Let us meet triumphant,

Let us meet in the morning infant,

Let us meet on the other side of tears,

Let us meet in the city devoid of fears,

Let us meet in the lines of our palms,

Let us meet in the book of psalms,

Let us meet at the altar of death defeated,

Let us meet in stories repeated,

Let us meet in each other,

Let us meet in timeless wonder  

Let us meet in times bygone, 

But let us not meet ---

in conclusions foregone.

Chandni.

The Search

The decades long wait of the dawn,

 Is veiled by the thick misty dreams,

Its destination,the morning,

It too,lies in wait since  aeon,

To rise from the ashes of the burnt out night.

The wild west winds scream,

On their journey  to an unknown harbour,

Riding on the thick dark clouds,grim,

Driven by a stormy fervor. 

The sobs of the infant light drown,

In the rustle of the tawny leaves,

Ripped out,torn,swept and scattered, 

On earth's bosom,barren and battered.

Yes,there's no dearth of light,

Dawn"s heart,the seat of cosmic prism,

All things dark would be eternally aglow,

If it were free to alight,

On the unlit,hidden from vision.

But it is fastened to time,

Cruel,harsh and diabolical, 

Its  journey,a cyclic motion,

Freedom from time,a ludicrous notion.

I travel along,with the howling wind,

To find solace in the matured Sun,

Maybe, I am on my last journey;

Who knows if this road,

Will ever turn back for me!

But on the edge of the path, 

The flowers ,abundant and wild ,

Will reveal in a voice mild,

If I was finally found,by my destination!

                                                            Chandni

Apology

Wake up,you sweet beautiful girl, 
They have not killed you,
 Just got humanity to curl, 
And hide,for it knows the price due. 

 Forgive yourself for trusting man, 
You didn't know until you knew,
They snuff out life,for they think they can, There are species ,but like theirs,very few. 

They fed you thorns and fire, 
When you were hungry, 
Your baby's need for you was dire, 
Maybe,God shed tears,repentant and angry, 

No weapon formed against you, 
In the universe shall prosper, 
Wake up girl,Nature's justice comes in many a hue, 
Come,see the new sun rise,wearing a different colour. 

You saw darkness,when your mouth was afire,
Now,for you awaits the light, 
To lead your kind ,through forests,grey,yellow and sapphire .  
You,a vision of God,grant the blind a vision,before sight.

Chandni.

Life,the Reveller.

Death is the fruit, 
Of life,lived in lies or truth. 
It holds,in the cusp of its palm, 
All that was and yet to come. 
Nothing remains the same, 
A broken continuity, at its claim. 
Of love and laughter,life is stripped,
Death feeds on hearts ripped. 
When unbeknownst the lips utter, 
With a voice and soul aflutter, 
And cry out to the dear departed, 
The echoing silence reminds, we're separated. You pine for them,for their presence awhile, How you wish,they'd turn again to life and smile! 
But they do not,for they have severed all ties, With this surly earth and perhaps dance the skies! 
Have they scaled the heights of the delirious Blue, 
Where even the warbling larks never flew?
 I think thus and comfort the heart, 
The slumbering joy leaps ,with a start. 
Now,the sun drenched clouds their abode be, Rejoicing at the seat of God,as I see. 
What is death but savage of all savages! 
But life beyond,a revelation, above time's 
ravages.

Chandni.

The Inevitable

Days are dark and crippled,
Cities numb,choked and stifled,
Gasping in the shadow of a great plague,
Stare at the sky,with eyes hollow and vague.

There's no sun,moon and stars, 
Despair scrawled on a gray sky,
Riddled with wounded regrets and invisible scars,
All that the sightless eyes reflect is,"Why?"

The voice of dollars has been silenced,
Along with greed treachery and violence 
Only sighs echo within bricks and mortar,
In solitude man suffer,all together.

Out on the Earth,the Moon shines,
The shafts glimmer on the long forgotten pines,
The roads, less travelled and clear,
Peace comes dropping by,palpable and sheer.

The dust has,at last settled,
The wind basks and in the green cradled,
Nothing in the air,but many a song,
For this the Earth's wait,has been far too long!

Processions come by of deer and ducks,
They throng the roads and the grass,
Man,woman and children, wish to go,
But for them,lie in wait, Death and an uncertain tomorrow. 

Man's fight against Death has been eternal, 
For him,life is his for the living;Death unacceptable ,
So,Cities will come to life again,
Days will shake off the slumber with disdain.

Then,won't we hear the sobbing Nature,
And feel a drop of tear or two,
That God chose me and you,
Over golden silence and purple prayer?!

Chandni.

Waiting for Winter

Oh, Winter, where art thou?
I miss you and how!
All we get,a brief glimpse of you,
In the drops of morning dew,
On the leaves when they dance,
And tell us of your fleeting presence.
Soon,out comes the Sun,
And spoils their frolic and fun.
You melt away and they drown, 
In his scorching glare and angry frown. 
But the Wind sings your song in anticipation,
You feature in Mother Nature's rendition. 
Show up,long awaited Winter,
In lakes and ponds crystal clear,
The White Celebration lies in wait,
When will the fire crackle in the grate?
November waited much too long,
To hear your footsteps of old.
How long before December wakes up,
To find you at her threshold ?!

Chandni