Life of an Orphan

I am an orphan,

It is when creator emancipated,

My parents from His creation,

Crying and praying for the care.

I am an orphan,

It is when, I hold my head to the belly,

In the abandoned home of the busiest city,

Screaming and shouting at the fate.

I am an orphan,

It is when,I went to the orphanage,

In the nights, I woke up due to nightmares,

Peeking and gaping in the dark for motherly touch.

I am orphan,

It is when,I got a blow down my ribs,

I fell down on the ground, testing the degree of pain,

Looking and waiting for the hand on my shoulder.

I am an orphan,

It is when,I was sent out in a school,

Staring at the opened and scattered books on the floor,

Begging and asking for the helping hands.

I am an orphan,

It is when,I was kicked out of the ground,

Gazing at the children playing football,

Searching and walking in my memories for a companion to play.

I am an orphan,

It is when,I was rejected for an alliance,

Dreaming for the beauty I loved,

Running and sprinting away from the soulmate.

I am an orphan,

It is when,I was hanging to the roof,

Saying the world, a tale of an uncared boy,

Hovering and flying to the Gates of Heaven.

I am not an orphan,

It is when,I saw my lights of life,

Playing in the mother's lap,

Kissing the father's cheeks.

I am not an orphan,

Anymore,not anymore.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

  30/01/2016

A journey from universal to personal

It is God’s wonderful creation. In this Man lost his identity on cutting down the forest. And parted from the Almighty.

Supreme spirit of the infinite, granted life,

Life evolved as a creature called Human Being,

Mankind was manifested with consciousness,

Every corpuscle vocalized— spiritualism and mysticism,

With the never ending zeal in every soul,

With the eternal enthusiasm for being immortal,

And with the power of the earth and water.

In the shades and breezes of mounted trees,

Wisdom poured in as streams of water,

Energy filled in every atom, in that green woodland,

Man forgot the greatness of his resting place,

Goaded into madness of materialistic possessions,

Insanity grew and got into several tangents, and

Slashed forest in the obsession of wealth and sustenance.

Life of mortal moved from universal to personal,

Man isolated from real existence,

Swamped with the wave of ignorance,

Started living with the feeble flow of energy,

Growing with the greasing grip on milieu,

Resting in the four walls of restrictions,

Messing with the laws of creation.

In the kinship with the man and nature,

Agriculture agreed with the man to start,

On the stage of fallen branches and leaves,

On the ploughed field of uprooted trees,

With the water in the ditches of no tree land.

Roaming with memory of forest riches,

Man looked out, ignoring the light within.

Lost the resonance with the God’s harmony,

Divisions were made with longitudes and latitudes,

Partitions into kingdoms, kingdoms into cities,

Obsessed with power over the partners on the plain,

Marring money entered the frail survival,

Rusticated the knowledge of making peace and happiness,

Bond of love with universe turned to bondage.

Walking on the rope of inhumane humanity,

Lost the shelter with the shattered forest,

Experienced the lurid light of the Sun,

Blown away with the razing storms,

Quivered in the raging quakes of the Earth,

Pondering for the pasture of tamed tails,

Got into the conflagration of discovered dazzle.

Man lost the way to home of the Most High,

Missed the vitalizing glance of the Divine,

Stopped startling for the amusements on the globe,

Wresting valuables from the friendly Nature,

Water no more purifying the filthy heart,

Earth no more gladdening the polluted mind,

Sacred association with the Almighty slayed into shreds.

Lord’s words to benighted being on the Land,

My dear Man, come out of the imaginative illusions,

Realize the purpose and the truth of situations,

You are a boon not a goon in the Infinite,

You are swinging in the Nature’s cradle,

Be in it and be with it,

Power of union is greater than Power of possession.

©Kranthi Kiran Ale

24/01/2016

Dear Father

It is my garden of heart,

I play in it carefree,

I step on the fallen leafy memories,

I hop in the shade of imaginations,

I stumble in the whizzing sorrow wind,

Oh my father!

Gardener of feelings, in the beautiful garden,

I remember the deplorable autumn,

Yeah I can see you there,

You are in my garden,

You hold this, my little hand,

With emotional breeze of your experience,

You give me hope of awe in imminent spring,

Again I levitate on the green carpet in the joy,

I swing in the swinging bed of bliss,

My senses are held high,

They become secular in your sight,

Absolutely no signs of sigh,

I play in it carefree.

©Kranthi Kiran Ale

19/01/2016