Memory.

The reminiscence of those faint colors

Of the images which haven’t aged..

I smile of those petty seconds

Which were crucial not to fade..

The expression I quiet remember

Of sheer exuberance and content..

I grin again with a pesky attitude

For the moments were filled with pride.

The penury of lost words and notion

Of failed love, lust and foiled feelings

The memories are in bond with the thoughts

And I have to live everyday with the truth.

Since adaptation and coexistence is the essence

We love and loathe some, rest we want to forget!

A fool's holiday!

The patrol of the police

And the pyramid of force

Are stifling the bold

And snatching their power.

The laws and the orders

Are cold,old and retold.

They smiled and stood atop

with less interest to fight.

The fool is all tight and set

And is on a liberal holiday.

The learned has long left

Celebrating his knowledge.

Baffled in their mortal coil

They eat their breads, day by day.

Unknown is the world outside

For they have less of concern.

The kings ruled before they were born

And the rules were never meant for them

Blinded, they still hear and follow it

Until a revolt topples and then guards it.

They teach their tribe underneath the dome

To recite it further and write the poem.

And their poems always stood by their side.

But one day they will expire and change their side.