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Hope

I will meet you where dew drops wet the lips of leaves,

Where clouds caress the moon,

Where rain drops fill the cracks in scarred rocks, 

Where tress hold hands beneath the ground 

I will meet you in places 

Where unconventional, unglorified lovers entwine, 

Beneath the surface, cloistered and dark 

Within the crevices of universe 

And in undiscovered galaxies 

Where our stories are sung by lost stars 

Colour of your gaze

I could keep writing for years 

And never run out of words for you

But I don’t know how to put these mere alphabets together 

To paint your eyes 

And their transcendent hues 

I don’t know if  I can ever exactly describe their colour

And how they looked under the sun 

When we were walking into the woods 

And you smiled at me 

I cross my heart 

I wouldn’t call myself a poet 

Until I find the word for it-

The tincture 

that haunts my thoughts

With sunkissed horizons and sunset blues  

One last time

I want to go through this life

Like a nebulous nebula

Of valour, strength and bright colours,

Exploring uncircumscribed orbits,

Gravitating towards destiny
Adrift, so far from this mundane world

In its shades of grey, hatred and envy,

Out of tune with its blues of rutted routines

And when I spend

All the life

Gushing through my iridescent veins

I want to die like a shooting star

Brilliant, even when it is falling

Blazing, one last time

Insurgence

Quit dreaming,

They said,

To their daughters, wives and mothers,

Those bumptious men

But dream, the fickle mistress 

Isn’t loyal to one but disloyal to many 

Be it men or women 

Be it the free or the oppressed 

So rebel!

Rebel against drooping eyelids 

Let scarlet dream burn through the shame in your green eyes

Refuse to lower your gaze

Rebel against the land you walk on in chains 

Let there be war paint and war cries 

This is an uprising,

Rise despite the arrows along your spine

That pierced your organs organs with notions

Of inequality and incapacity 

Rise and heave all mothers daughters and wives to their feet 

Rise with such vivacity 

That virtuous and valiant men shall answer to the call 

And  fight along your side 

Fall has come,

The trees are gloriously naked in the woods 

So all those fallen

Must shed their branded skins and rise

Freedom isn’t asked or begged for

Freedom isn’t granted 

Fight for the freedom of your spirit,

For the chaos in your head,

For the revolutions on your tongue

Fight to remain the beautifully flawed humans we all are

Before they say , 

Quit feeling,

Quit thinking,

Quit living,

Quit breathing