Saviour

My love for him is tendentious.

No doubt ; he is a great teacher

Or orator rather;

As ascertained by the millions

Who trail like ants

Or swarm around him

To listen to his words.

For a prophetic voice

And puissant grace

Are a combination that adds

A plethora of charm

To a particular demeanour.

Is he my hero?

Should I quickly

Make up my mind ?

Society has carved a niche,

Wherein lies inscribed           

Golden norms for believers.

For any mortal who trespass

The waters of divine faith;

Oh! The Heavens forbid.

MIRAGE

When my eyes met yours

You did belong to me.

Did I hear your voice

Or was it an echo from my heart?

When I clashed,

Was ego my sword and shield?

Now that the fury of the storm has drowned,

I really want to sing once more;

But the melody I seek is gone,

And so the harmony and concord

Lost to the wind and forgot

Just like a mirage.