Sun

Sun

What has fixed you at the centre,

and fixed all celestials on your Penetralium of crowbars?

Is it your clout that outshines

or your extreme beam?

I reckon it is your gigantic radius that has crowned you king.

Oh possessor of the mightiest blaze,

you can reduce to ash anything that invades your huge personal space,

and you think you are invincible.

There's a grave phenomenon that can harp your transcend and transcalent.

It
 is the deep blue ocean, where the quest of your invincibility lies.

Sagher

The King In Disguise

The King In Disguise

Through the city, a king used to stroll
with a burden of responsibilities on his shoulder.
He would stop in his path to pick up more,
such weight could make a man crawl.

He was seen everywhere, but noticed nowhere,
about his presence, even desolation wouldn't care.
Rag was his robe, torn was his gown,
he smiled, although cracked was his crown.

The king handpicked worries
from the streets of the dire city,
and each time he bent,
he grew ardent.

Such divine was his deed,
and this world termed him a rag-picker.
His need was only felt by the society asinine,
after he perished with time.

In every corner, every day,
such a person dies.
None seems to bother, to value
the king in disguise.


Sagher

Lover, Your Pang!

Lover, Your Pang!

The dour of this world,
may never get tamed,
traitors may never feel ashamed.
This situation prolix,
might never get fixed,
hearts might continue to behave,
as walls of bricks,
but never on any day and moment,
you choose to attain lethal fangs,
love until infinity Oh lover,
I know of your pang.

I can't assure you'll find,
upbeat sincerity,
Neither can I convince you,
to trust a fraternity.
But a thing I declare,
with a tight fist,
your purity and passion,
won't be lost in the mist.
Scheme to live such,
your example on walls
they will hang,
love until infinity Oh lover,
I know of your pang.

I will walk you
through this spate,

like a morally attached cognate,
preventing your inner rage,
to befriend the livid hate.
Be like none and be in all,
your spirit, of reverence,
will rise tall.
Many shades of deplore try staining,
the jubilant brightness.
Smile away the defaming slang
and love until infinity oh lover,
I do know...of your pang.


Sagher

Poet; A Little Less Valued

Poet; A Little Less Valued
I took a local train back home at 6pm from Pune railway station. Witnessing the unusual mutiny resolved by unexpected monsoon, an enthusiastic me began longhanding odes to the weather's audacity, in a notebook I always carry. Rains in March washed away the cracks made by the summer scorch. Excess water running down the streets sanitized every corner of the cluttered road, and that dripping from the rooftops shone in turquoise blue, akin the colour of the skies. The shrewd raindrops befriended winds to slant their way in the train through every possible opening. The seats were soon booked by fresh water, which settled on them and traveled along. Some cool water suddenly hit my face and soaked my teenage beard, I smiled of utter relaxation. Winds not only rejoiced, but also they did yodel themselves in transparent sublimity!
As the train braked down in least friction at the very next station, Shivaji Nagar, popularly known as 'populated destination', the oxygen that the air in the coach held, was in no time replaced by suffocated vacuum. An-eager-to-get-home pack of around forty people barged in through an entrance, which was meant to welcome in two at a time. Sweat! Clumsiness! Congestion! Scavenging and scouring eyes for a seat, rants for some space began within the coach. A drunkard got in and added to the mediocre air inside, by the foulest intoxicated odour he exhaled. Soon, the reek of unfiltered alcohol exalted itself above all others in the category and rendered the breathable air squeamish!

I observed the crowd. The people belonged to that unnoticed group of 9-5 working clan, for whom grabbing a seat in the train back home would mean more than the purity of weather outside. Three men sitting opposite me could notice the calm that persisted on my face, as I penned of weather's greatness. “What scribbling work would give a man peace?” one of them frisked a taunt at me. I smiled, “Poetry and monsoon have always expected artists to make their rendezvous possible.”

“Poetry!” He sneered. “May I have a look?”
I confidently handed over my script to him and awaited a smile on his face after he finished reading it. My expectation was scorned as the employee sneezed out thick influenza and by the grace of my bad fortune, it landed on my script. “Err...ahh, I am sorry, boy. Change in the climate you know. Here, your script.”
I threw it on the railway track, as the train departed from another station, leaving behind the piece of my creation fallen on the track. Rain hit it in millimeters and consequently in centimeters, decaying the crisp of the paper....The paper I had used to praise the same rain, the same showers more dramatically...poetically.

Sagher 

Come, Rhyme With Me...

The Moon and my desires,
are burgeoning together,
Breeze does tickle me like mellow feather.
Come, rhyme with me, at this instant auspicious!
Rhyme with me, for memories precious.

Match fervour to fervour,
Oh beloved, hug away my shiver.
Match what your heart sings, to mine,
on lush grass, let's lay supine!

Let me deter you from leaving,
my love is the portico you live in.
There's no escaping, you're mine,
for our lives have been rhymed,
in the arena of time.

I'll tell you a secret to a relation perfect,
where every difference will be bereft.
Come, rhyme with me, for an alliance auspicious!
Rhyme with me, for memories precious...

Sagher

The Dwarf Of Divinity

The Dwarf Of Divinity

A hollow beneath ground left ajar,
amid the woods, not far,
was a route
for,
the dwarf of divinity.
Daily who walked
places and
par.

They say the angels and friends,
with their tears and groans,
could free him
for,
the proliferation of smiles
in this world
full of
pang.

Love!
Was his message to all.
Pulchritude!
Was his effect on the appalled.
The little friend of goodwill,
blended with affliction,
to slay it to redemption.

Once at dawn,
the winds were again filled
with clamour and agony.
Blowing a cover the dwarf's manhole
and blocked his path to humanity.

Sagher

Deep In...

I wish to be a livid storm,
cut and break through every norm.
For the truth has vanished,

betrayal exists in every form.
Here on earth was a time, I kept calm,
even when my neighbour stole the palm.
The outcome of immense treachery,
chains my heart and causes harm.
I walked the path of honesty,
but fell in the pothole of lies.
Complaining that I preach about truth,

they said the reward is to sleep with the flies.
Behind the walls of my rage,
a soft heart is mured up in a cage.
None seems to notice,
below slangs, I write wishes on every page.
Through life and relations, I've staggered a lot,
In less time, many battles I fought.

Deep in, down there lies a small wish.
Slicing all bonding, I want to breathe fair.
Sagher