Sunday, 14 June 2015

A lonely tree enjoys nature's rain for free


The wind passes by  me,
I nod in acceptance,
Of the joy unprecedented,
I sway and look to the sky,
Where clouds have gotten together.
I sway telling myself this is the way, 
Showers grace me,
As Winds outpace me, 
Joy aced me,
I shiver getting drenched,
My heart quivers getting pinched.
It's nature at all its glory,
It rains heaven on earth.
I thought I was in a thankless job,
But thanks to nature,
For rain is its fantabulous feature,
For I can now forget human, the creature.

Dedicated to the badam tree outside of my residence

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Monday, 8 June 2015

The Dance of the Dragons





Winds of fire and the Dance of the Dragons;

When you’re cornered by the jaws of death, while thousands among your enemies flung their weapons just to see you crucified in front of your own, you dear mother,chose to call upon me, thy child, the drogon, to reduce those thousands into ashes , to feed upon their carcasses;
To answer your prayers of fear,
I flew near,
I heed to the memory of your love, my mother,
Knowing you detest my existence.
Even while I have my heart pierced by the bows of your enemy,
I shall fly to protect thee,
While I know for you to fear me,
I shall set you free,
Even as you chose to have me chained in pain,
I shall ensure your life doesn’t end in vain.
I shall protect you with the fire of my breath,
For the love that I bear for you isn’t in dearth,
I shall gift to you this earth.
For I have set you upon the throne of my heart.
I shall make you the ruler of all the realms manned by humanity,
While I drive them out of your vicinity,
And I annihilate their living with my fire of anguish and insanity,
Knowing that I shall have you seated upon me,
Praying you will one day understand the nature of me.
While we fly to glory,
Just me and you,
I know not to forgive the helpless few,
Who have erred upon you.
We shall fly my mother,
Away from all the grief known to you,
Away from all your enemies,
To the castles of invincibility,
Built brick by Brick, out of my inscrutable love for you.
For now you'll figure that I was the one last trigger when your men have lost their rigour 
not the beast that cometh only to feast.
Dedicated to the Game of thrones – Season 9 Episode – Dance of Dragons;
Out of inexplicable joy that I have experienced watching the Dorgon set his mother Daenerys free from the clutches of fickle humanity by unleashing the fire of wrath upon the Sons of the Harpy. 
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