Those bright eyes: My Teacher!
I was a wandering lonely being until I found my light,
I was a blur dream of a misty midnight until I catched my dawn,
Those optimistic visions were never mine until I saw those twinkling determined eyes that shines so bright,
I was a mere vagabond on the darkest street until I found a guided hand that felt so own!
It was always a confusion but never a compulsion in my mind!
"Ambitious minds needs to take actions simultaneously, only plannings don't make it right", You said and I decided to take my ride.
I was a flame in the sunlight but your arrival was a twilight in the autumn wind.
Oh my mentor, guide, teacher you stood always in every fall and rise imparting knowledge to every far and wide.
You're clearly a blessing for every child those who seek to learn!
You're truly the immense ray of generousity that enlightens me in every flight of envisage.
Sir and Madam, I'm just a mere bud unable to express the gratitude for the massive tree! Or perhaps I'm just a fern.
Besides every courses you gave numerous life lessons that I promise to carry forever in every breeze or even rage.
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Is peace today really a timeline for which every soul has frowns on forehead no matter it has the softest cheeks or the ones full of wrinkles!
Is peace actually a timeline that went back along with the omniscient charm of bravery, zeal and unity that seldom twinkles!
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Rivers turned red with drowning carcasses but the tales of Maniram Dewan, Bir Tikendrajit and Ukiang Nonbah blew with immense pride though being precise!
Those millions sharp weapons never assassinated the brotherhood ever!
How violently can someone be silent is an art that Netaji taught every soil and waves of river!
Today we lose our temper for such a shallow concept of acceptance by everyone!
Not getting a perfect reply hampers the inner peace though the reason is known by none!
Mental health wasn't a matter of concern then but a newly born topic rising on fire now,
Forgetting the nation's victory is a trend being followed by everyone! Wow
Is peace a timeline that cannot be formed or counted now for once?
Is love a lost resource to create it's heart to heart magical wavy dance!
How our ancestors moved on losing their loved ones enduring so much of pain is unimaginable?
Does the saga of freedom movement actually give you goosebumps or it's just a part of fable!-
I wonder, in the years of invasions, exploitations, slavery and battles how could they be so balanced maintaining the inner peace!
The answer whispered my ears but in chaos of depressed mind I could barely hear the verse since I'm absent from peace!
The air blowing everywhere is a bundle of polluted poisonous gases now!
That air of unity and love cherished the sacrifice of Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru forever as a vow.
In the luxury and comfort have we forgotten the sacrifices of ancestors who gifted immense freedom and peace for lifelong?
Ensuring the tricolour to salute Kanaklata's courage her proud viens abandoned her saffron blood where her essence belong!
Why that inner peace is missing today?
Why that love irrespective of any discrimination is getting dusty everyday?
Even after seven free decades full of happiness why does every soul manifest sorrow?
Why do the geographical partitions of the Radcliffe Line divide every beating hearts crucifying the united dreams that sinks even the water of love is shallow!
Relentless attempts to save the family failed once, twice also thrice,-
Has our conscience and consciousness erased our blood flowed with colours of peace yet protest at the same time?
Where I'm still coping to hold back tears I see the brave Khudiram happily agreed bid a goodbye to his body with a garland of rope around his neck sacrificing for motherland without any crime!
What is peace if not unity persevering?
What for those numerous wrinkled feeble feets maybe white, black or wheetish along with Bapu in the Dandi Yatra that didn't exhaust for a zeptosecond or believed in quitting?
Neither the organic essence of the paddy fields that reflected the aroma of unconditional love for nature and every living beings is here!
Nor the blooming dream of revolution is seen transforming thousands of life like the true partners Jyotiba and Savitribai Phule being today absolutely rare.-
Is Peace a Timeline?
The zillion wet eyes surged with reddish affliction never screamed for even once,
Massacres burst out with the indigenous swords though every soul were pierced with the bullets of foreign guns!
It was a time folding back with the yellowish pages where my eye coincides with the firy visions,
Portraying peace was not an open canvas 20 decades ago but an imaginary ceremony of painted emotional illusions!
Every heart was buliding peace but not a single soul could breathe with ease.
That golden era embroidered with splashes of blood and drops of sweat is a pride which any spirit cannot cease!
The art of dying with peace is awfully extinct now,
The art of living with peace is yet undiscovered somehow!
Peace was intended to create and love to bestow,
With every passing day new movement of the freedom struggle shook every indians from head to toe!-