Let’s play my broken dove

Let’s play a new game

Where I will force you to fly

And you’ll keep taking blame

I’ll pluck your useless feathers

And leave you to cry in vain

I will ignore your screams

And you’ll keep praying like insane

 

Come my beautifully broken dove

You know how much I care

I trust you’ll fulfill my dreams

But only by crushing your soul I dare

One day you’ll forget the pain

And you will see only my truth

That day you will be winner

Or you have to die like a fool…

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

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Delusional Flight

Oh! Beholder of wings

Or the master of flight

Is there any place in air?

Where you can spend whole life

 

Is there habitat on the clouds?

To life without notion of fail

Can you spend every minute?

Frowning on life on land’s trail

 

Oh! What makes you arrogant?

The minuteness seen from above

Don’t you realize the truth?

It is nothing but flight’s illusion

 

Wings are motion of dreams

Not the substitute of reality

Flaps will leave you tired

To find rest on balancing feet

 

Then you will find in no time

That every speck is similar to thee

You are nothing much superior

Wings are waves of impulsive spree………….

©ANKITA CHATURVEDI

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Self Actualization

I know how to fly

My wings are strong

With fibers delicate

And colors of morn

Reflecting sun rays

In rainbow shades

With ocean I can flow

In glittering glow

With birds I can seek

Uninhabited land breeze

With eagle I can stride

Too high with pride

I can reach out for caves

With primitive snow

I can glide to the forest

With ancient lore

I can touch the spring

Like fluttering butterflies

With fragrance of flowers

I can hail to the prime

With the motion in feet

I can run like storm

But at the end of time

To rest my mind

I always come back

To my sheltered shrine

It gives me peace

And refresh my soul

I respect my roots

They help me grow…..

ANKITA CHATURVEDI

 

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Wings of hope

Invisibly lighted wings beneath my veins

My strength to fly high leaving all strains

Woven of hopes and desires flowing in my blood

Motivating to reach the mysterious zeal above

Experience of majestic events from the past

Carrying my soul on to the eternal mast

Purifying my conscious of anguish and fear

Redeeming my spirits heavenly sphere…………..

 

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