REBEL...

As he stands on the edge of a cliff
his life takes a brief parade.
It leaves door ajar that were sealed.
The trapped air gushes out,
damp air that brings fresh yesteryear!
Tears trickle down his cheeks
to join the fall below.
Damp eyes trail around to meet hope,
that says,'life'll never be the same'.
The rebel hangs like an old coat,
the never change attitude still remains,
but it needs some sunshine,
some amount of fresh air, and,
maybe a soft touch of caress.
Battered by rains of criticism,
tattered by innumerable cries of 'don't'
snarled by the system,
This rebel lies disheveled,
discarded like a leper!
An iconoclast with a faith of steel,
his head held high takes the plunge.
Silence!
He emerges, crawling on the shore...
With a wicked grin on his face,
Lets the white sand flow,
from his ever clutching fingers.

Tree

Thy beauty lies above any beautiful damsel.
'Tis not healthy to make comparisons
But I do to bring forth my coiled ideas,
To sing thy praise in best harmony possible.
You are beautiful when you're springing with life.
Each fresh twig and bud bring forth more life.
Each new leaf oozes beauty that makes each sight breathless.
When birds chirp on your bows,
Peck on your barks,
Mate on your branches,
Establish their rightful territory
with their pleasant cries of the wild.
I shudder with pleasure.
When you grow heavy with fruits,
It's feast time for all.
Ants, bats, birds, bees, butterflies, leggy pillar
and the gnawing families!
You provide shelter for them
And build a paradise of their own.
When birds nestle on your branches
And their lil' ones chirp with all their might,
It delights my ears with the strangest thrills
Making my heart thump faster.
When your leaves fall
and your branches are empty
You are still beautiful.
A damsel loses her beauty
The moment she scorns.
Old age would doom her!
But you are immortally beautiful.
You retain your beauty even when you fall.
A true artist would paint the sight
With tears in his eyes.