Freedom? What's that?

 

Freedom! 

Yes! I am free!
Free from savoring on the golden vegetable.
Thanks to the spiraling prices!
Yes! I am free!
Free from riding my bike on the roads!
Roads? Where are they?
Deep holes I meant.
Yes! I am free!
Free from stepping out of my house in the night.
Thanks to filthy eyes who nudes me then and there.
Yes! I am free!
Free from all the glitters of the world.
For they leave a  big hole in my pocket.
Yes! I am free!
Free from dreaming for my own shelter.
For I don’t understand the zeros in the crore.
Yes! I am free!
Free from talking against the Saints who rule the country.
Dare it! And they bash my existence out of me.
Yes! I am free!
Free from tensions of polling the Patron.
For they all are from the same lineage.

Is this freedom?
Then I am free!

What's that you all rally cry? 
Yeah … Happy Independence Day!

Who's the mighty? You or Me?

Squatting on the silver sands,
Lazily;
I built the palaces unbuilt.
Only to be washed away by her.

Vengeful, gazed I at her,
who roared in and out
with conceit.
   
Precipitously, my gaze was perturbed
by two birds,
who shared the cage of life as mine;
running haughtily to take off
from the sands of water,
leaving the imprint behind.
Carelessly, my soul stretched out
amidst them,
reaching out to the world above,
where greeted, we were, with the warmth of a new mother,
arms open.

Three caged souls, now,
guffawed,
somersaulted,
soared high and high,
teasing the mother of waters;
who surged high and above,
to grab our fly in her mighty coop.

Alas!
The saline female knew not;
she, now, just resembled the standing water to us,
who now, looked, mammoth
before her.

Jolted I suddenly!
By the splash on my face,
who sneered at me,
construing the thinking
I thought.

Alas!
I caged back to the
squiggling I did,
on the virgin sands.
Ready to be splashed
by the callousness of the mighty eternal sea.

Angel! Why thou love Satan?

In the kingdom of Belezubabs,

Where Angels are not known,

She was there,

as fresh as a pure dawn.

Satan, she loved though,

lured, who, Eve to eat from the forbidden tree,

in the form of a serpent.

Thought she,

“Without the poison of love and lust

hissed by Satan,

What life would be?”

“A Paradise?

Without the flavor of knowledge

in thee?”

Blesses she,

The Satan, who built the

Pandemonium on the Earth

Where love, lust, hatred,

greed, anger,

hope, death;

All exists free.

‘Coz,

Only in the muck and mud,

the lotus thrives.

Only after the drought,

the land wets.

Only after the storm,

the sun shines. 

Too...

Only the fallen,

learns to rise.

Knew more Satan

than Him,

tried who to

carve perfection

in the walls of Paradise.

Angel, though, she,

so, loved Satan,

knew who …

Moses appears only after Lucifer.