a literary expedition

gathers some from the shore and beneath my feet taking it back rolling then rumbling back to the shore  shattering pearls on sand  breaking that fine blue pipe  scaring the crows away with that roaring sound which diminishes to tangy salty spray awakening me  through  a heavenly pull,  call my soul to eternity of the deep blue cavity when again it gathers from  beneath my  feet  taking bits and scraps of me to the castle of sea horses leaving me feeling possessed by a phantom of a mermaid

Lacking a brick pile With no flag or file Not in memory of folks Are the perished ones. Droplets of their blood of the unsung heroes  blessed by the sun, blooms With a golden hue.   Among green and blue From the hell as cue.  Gulmohar The unsung hero’s tomb. Look at me, agitated Listen to me, aggravated. Shouting their stories  For what they died citing their might all their times fights  for our lives rights, even the city lights. How they broke The world of silence Wrote. Drew. Taught the world to fair fight. But in the honks and sobs Of buses and mob Deafened by music, are Blinded in speed of existence.  Saddened they dive Into bosom of earth Moksha . Others, Crushed by a tyre or Carried away by a sole But that's the thing With unsung heroes ghosts. From hell they bloom Their droplets of blood As Gulmohar The unsung heroes tomb For they have something to say. 

My rust eaten bars gave a her hope That one day clouds be her home. Don't birds leave feathers I wondered. When, without a look back she wandered. Once i asked for whom she sang   And she just gave me a smile blank. ‘You have caged me with bars and  i have caged you with my songs'          Her song made me feel week To melt down into a creek .   now I am left with the a melody which never leaves me, sadly. From the last song she sung. I knew.  I never felt so sad to a happy tune.  Her flight was something to watch I shook like a tender branch  with the might of her take off.  droplets from the night's rain like a mirror showing emptiness, pain. rays of sun scorching my bars plain, creating mirage of a singing bird, insane ! wish i could go back to a stone black merge with earth and never come back to cage a bird or cut a tree from time of the vessel on sea i am hated, heated, casted or feared  for i have t