Colourful Week

Mondays are blue

while the mind rises

to challenges of the week

but the body is lazy

and longs for deep sleep

Tuesdays are green

as the soul slowly wakes up

from dreams of colourful fantasy

while mind counts the

number of days in week

Wednesdays are yellow

with only two more days to go

for the weekend to start

The body, mind and soul

are back on track

Thursdays are orange

like the sun during the dawn

and evenings of any other day

This is a day that

everyone is getting ready

for what nexts during the weekend

Fridays are red

like the colour of love

Your body and mind

gives up for only reason

that it is end of week

and time to play

Saturdays are purple

with soul and body

playing to tunes of

doing what you like

It’s only play and party

Sundays are grey

with head throbbing

due to pain and hangover

from last day’s party

and no mood to

welcome the week

Waiting

The rain drops of the heaven

hit the ground 

fulfilling the desires 

of once dead flora

It's the same feeling

I have while I wait

here for my love

He's tiny droplet

of pure joy

that could quench

 my thirst for love

My heart aches

while my eyes search

for a tiny glimpse

of his beautiful face

which resembles the moon

shining in the dark sky

This period of waiting

is torturous 

though it is a test

of my patience,

love and emotions

I won't break

I will wait

like these colourful flowers

that had waited so long,

facing the harsh summers

Survivor

Survivors

I was halfway 

towards the journey

to the top

where my destiny awaits

with the garland of victory

But the hurdles of devil

plotted evil schemes

to pull me down

and break my pride

with it's weapon called fear

I looked up 

where my dream lies

I looked down 

where my past cries 

I had climbed 

the unconquerable mountain.

However it's snow covered crown 

was only the challenge

There is a time

when burden of insecurity 

outweighs your ability,

weakening your focus

diluting your efforts 

making you fall

from feet so high

That time arrived

with the bang 

at the doorstep

of my journey,

dwindling everything 

I had in stake

My focus was at it's worse.

Alas! I made a mistake !

I put wrong foot

at the wrong place

And I fell from thousand feet

I lay on the ground 

where I had started

with zeal of bird

making it's first flight

My pride was broken

and my confidence wounded

My limbs were tired

while my strength left

me to my circumstances

The vultures of failures 

circled around me,

planning the death

of my identity

As I was about to give up,

a thought struck me,

Why not set to climb again?

My conscious mocked,

my opponents laughed 

but I didn't give up

and climbed 

treacherous journey 

to the top

My focus had doubled,

my efforts tripled

while I didn't give

way to my distractions

I never looked down

and climbed forward 

to glory at the top

At last I reached the top,

where my destiny waited

with garland of victory

I claimed the crown

as the survivor of my fall

A flight to remember

The fireball was shining

spreading it’s glowing warmth

into the sky,

promising the creatures of earth

with new hope

The day had come

for the baby sparrow

to leave its sweet abode

and mother’s care

It was eerie

as it looked down

from it’s protected heaven

It’s heart thumped

while it’s soul got ready

to take the ride of it’s time

The fear of failure

didn’t affect the mother

She was firm

Whatever the result is,

she didn’t care

as her duty was over

The little sparrow

took the flight at last

due to accidental fall

or sudden courage

to conquer the fear

It was falling

down to its death

It knew the dreadful end

but it wasn’t ready

to accept the tortuous end

The distance diminished

with passing minute

It was do or die situation

Flap your wings, it said

Frustration and dejected

it flapped its wings

one more time

with hope of things

will turn for better

Voila! Magic happened

It was not falling

It was flying… flying

up the sky

to touch the fireball

It bid farewell

to it’s sweet home

and flew in search

of it’s own identity