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Ruins of Time 🪄

On Time Can One Trust?

Under the spell of wanderlust,
A traveller embarked, thereon commenced the quest… On time can one trust?

Swirled round the globe!
Glided through the howling gales,
Amidst melancholic silence and melodious wails.
Under the spell of wanderlust,
Probing, if on time one can trust.

Exhausted of the expedition landed at the New land,
There stood a mighty woman with a torch in her hand.
Her name “Mother of Exiles”,
They flaunt her as an icon of their virtuous profile.
This show has been going on since a long while.

She had promised to embrace the huddled masses longing to breath free and let them what they yearned to be.
The flame of the torch is imprisoned lighting yet gloomier than brightening.

They boast themselves as champions of liberty,
Maybe, they don’t know that ideals need to be cherished in the time’s race to infinity.

With experience of how virtues lose their sheen as their statue’s stature starts to lean.
The traveller oriented towards the Oriental land,
There the tallest statue on Earth stood erect amid the vast vistas of sand.

His name is the “Iron man”, he stands there as the embodiment of integrity.
But a look around revealed, how time tarnished their ideal of unity.

The traveller slumped into the ground, Shattered the spell of wanderlust.
Quenched the thirst of quest,
On time none can trust!
Even ideals cannot outlive the ravages of time,
They fall into oblivion and that’s the paradigm.

They are fond of collosal statues,
That embody their eminent ideals.
So, they plaster the cracks, paint to hide the stains and make it look brand new again.
But they don’t know,
Devoid of ideals, sham is all that they show.

Traveller in despondence uttered,
“Even ideals rust,
On time none can trust”!

She!

Do not Worship her as Goddess, She demands emancipation as human!

Referred to as gentle sex,
Shackled with constructed lex.
A rebel to stumble the sexist hierarchy,
A warrior waging war against Patriarchy.
I’m a Woman!

Suffered ages of subjugation,
Turned too submissive to counter oppression.
Rights, opportunities, dignity, identity brutally throttled;
My wings slashed and desires bottled.

To dismantle walls confining my world,
Kicked up on heels and swirled my sword.
Discrimination, suppression, exploitation, physical assault;
If suffer any longer it would be my fault.

Crumble the womb if it bears a girl child.
Defend the rapists, “red-blooded youngster might have gone wild”.
Captivate to the domestic sphere, deprive of public presence,
Block all ways to emancipation, snatching books and pens.

Abash if dares to dream and defy the norms,
While glorify her sacrificing forms.
Rebel to shatter the society’s “ideal woman” paradigm,
It is high time!

Climb the confining walls and march with liberty’s sword,
Like for a cause incarnated lord.
Buoyant she must sour high,
Letting her mighty dreams fly, Shattering the limits of the sky!

❤️

That Moment! 💫

Your hands on my waist,
Mine over your hands, made it more legitimate.

The world around went obscure,
That pleasant kiss was probably because of this lure.

That unexpected moment whenever I recall…
Spreads a smile and blush,
And will forever its not once and for all.

You are mine and you have occupied my mind,
That moment with you a million times I rewind!

Rendezvous 💞

Encountered your tiny-shiny eyes,
With a tint of smile.
In the glittering sunlight,
My heart thudded and rose to my throat at first sight.

Since then, sea of emotions has never been calm,
I think almighty has unleashed our loves’ realm.

Round the cosmos echoes the voice,
“You and Only You” can make my soul rejoice.

You are my wildest dream,
I Love You”, on mountain top want to scream!