Taming the horse

Once upon a time, 
there was a rider -
who bought a horse,
Failed to tame it - 
shot it in the end.
Bought another horse, 
this time left it to wild.
After several dead and
multiple feral horses -
it flashed to him -
It is not he who is trying to tame -
rather the horses are testing him.
he failed them miserably.
He no longer needed to tame any - 
Now he could ride any horse.

It never gets old,

 It never gets old, 
The king camping around enemy fort, 
me, taking care of business usual here. 


Every Friday - 
I wait for the rider with news,
Are the gates opened? 
Or the walls fallen? 


A poem from the king, 
Is the sole reason for me,
Not to go mad in this role
Of queen in waiting. 


He talks about everything, 
Except the war. 
The food, mostly stale - 
The weather, mostly dull - 
The tents, mostly gray - 
Yet, it brings out best of me.


For the people, 
I am the queen. 
For the King,
I am the trusted, 
For the palace, 
I am the supreme. 
For me - 
Who am I? 



A nightmare

We landed on this planet, 
Under this turquoise sky,
With flying tangerine leaves,
Slept on mantis beds.

All of a sudden,
A screeching sound thousand-fold,
Surrounded by dark crows,
Was awake to feel every pinch,
Was asleep to make any moves,
A dreary dark nightmare.

I see a witch in white drape,
trying hard to wake me up.

I see humming birds,
trying hard to break the crow cloud.

Navigating Dark Nebula

Its been two tri-weeks,

we entered into this dark nebula.

Like dreary dark winters of old-earth,

this is extremely difficult on crew.

We wished for a glimpse of at least a single star –

the hell, we even prayed to almighty.

Forced to conserve energy –

means indoors are not lit bright.

adding bonus frustration and depression.

The doctor is busy,

patients are plenty.

Bridge is deserted, other than few ensigns.

Then there is little glimpse.

Is it for real?

Or only in our imaginations?

Only time will tell …

We continued our journey across dark nebula.

Single drop – (Poem)

Single drop of salty liquid –

rolled out from my right eye,

carrying all my burden away.

Single poem of sweet nectar –

rolled out from my left heart,

carrying all of me away.

My face is now a mural –

painted out on a front wall,

flashing all light railers.

My story is now forgotten –

extracted out from the back of,

all souls carrying ocean inside.

This is now completely different

This is now completely different,

a magical transformation.

An urban setting into rural-

A rural setting into urban.

Like black into white,

like white into black.

Shredding all gray on the way,

This is magical transformation.

Readying journey onto distant worlds,

igniting boosters with pure will power,

taking whole families along with it,

including their hopes and passions.

This is just begging of

exciting journey towards more magic.

Make no mistake,

this is not what you know,

this is nobody named yet,

only those part of it,

can experience this wonder

until ballads are sung,

until books are written,

until case studies are made

nobody knows the magic.