If I Were Free

Long but tiny shackles of gold

Infinity defined by a glass dome

Freedom is all but an illusion for me

Yet I think of if I were free

Hath ages adorned no damage of fate

And let me cross the conventional gates

There would be more of me now

And to none of the masters would I ever bow

Fence life with spirit and light

And lift myself on an adventure flight

Roam around like a free bird

Bloom if I weren’t curbed in a bud

Beyond horizons beyond restrictions

Over a burden of rudimentary expectations

Would have galloped like a horse and soared like a lark

And met life at the juncture of dawn and dark

But trapped is my life, my spirit all gone

If I were free is just a thought forlorn.

- Vaisakhi Mishra 

P.S. - Photo Source - http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/daydreaming/images/22933784/title/freedom-wallpaper

The Queen

The walls sing to her a symphony dry

Of life that flutters by her closed window pane

And some dim lit lamps blatantly glorify

The ageless wait for her lover in a luxurious den

She has a story to tell

The one of big halls but closed doors

Of colours and hues

And grandeur but also blues

A story of a girl full of life

But who lost herself in some vain strife

For name maybe that of a queen

But reality is grave and often unseen

Her face is now shadowed by a lull

But tearing her apart is a raging storm

What had she got in name of fortune’s call

A caged bird she was to be part of some historic form.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

DROPS OF BLISS

                                                               (picture credit google)

Hazy mantel of inky clouds,

Prance on the afternoon sky.

Meandering winds leisurely collide,

To show mercy to Earth - so dry.

       Dusty leaves expectantly wait,

       To breathe fresh green and drink deep sea.

       And azure heavens burdened at once

       Smile, oblige, and set all free.

Crippling the pond-waiting to be filled;

Kissing the old palm tree leaves;

Lashing, windy droplets of bliss,

Cast a spell of playful glee.

       Children splash virgin puddles in fun;

       Roaming and drenching in alienated lanes,

       Rejoicing, as waters calmly embellish the day,

       I kiss the canvas of this first rain.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

                                                                  (picture credit myself..:))

A SOUL TRAPPED IN AMBER

-INSPIRED BY THIS PIC CLICKED BY ARUNDHATI CHATTERJEE....:)


n yes this is not melancholic....:P




LAUGH, AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
PITY YOUR HEART OUT FOR ME.
BUT PITY IS FOR YOU, NOT ME
EVEN THOUGH, I AM A SOUL TRAPPED IN AMBER.

YOU THINK MY LIFE IS BOUND IN THIS TINY BALL?
THEN YOUR THOUGHTS ARE WORTH NOTHING AT ALL.
CAUSE I TWIST AND TURN, WITH EYES WIDE OPEN
TO SEE A WORLD BEYOND THIS GREEN SPECTRUM.

I LIVE WITH WISH AND WITH HOPE
AND WITH THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY I'LL SURELY ELOPE.
YOU SEE YOUR WORLD FULL OF MISERY
BUT NATURE'S BEAUTY AND GLEAM IS ALL I SEE.

MIRTH AND HAPPINESS SEEM COALESCING IN ME-
YOU HATH NO EFFECT ON ME, FORLORN STYMIE!
PROCRASTINATE ME FOR HOW LONG YOU WANT
BUT I AM DESTINED FOR WORLD, OUTSIDE OF THIS BOND.

I'LL GLIDE IN SKY, AS A CARELESS BIRD.
FLOAT THE SEA, AND DO THINGS ABSURD.
WALLOW IN SNOW, FOR NIGHT AND DAY.
GALLOP LIKE A HORSE, AND DO THE WIND AWAY.

LAUGH AT MY QUEER WISH, O WHY?
IF RAPUNZEL WAS LUCKY, SO CAN I.
SO PLAY WITH ME FOR THE REMAINING TIME-
SOON I'LL BE FREE, LEAVING THIS PULVERIZED CHIME.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA