Fold your folios

Pack your flip flops

Bag your baggies.

Sun is shining

Water is warming up

Sand is summoning.

Time to charge

Time to wander

Time to go.

I crossed the bridge, 
Running from East to West, 
Daring fog, rain, wind, 
Trying hard to be visible - 
among zooming invisibles. 

Finally - sitting in hall, 
drenched with light all over, 
Waking and Feeding the core, 
After a long eons of break. 

Sweet surprising every minute - 
The core being core and not rocky. 

The King was furious

A stray arrow from his own camp,

killed his favorite horse. 

--

He ordered arrows to be fired 

Towards his own men.

--

He ordered retreat 

And marched with anger 

To his own fort. 

--

All the men at arms,

Left to wear different colors. 

The king was still furious. 

Every night,

I had the same dreary nightmare,

waking me up sweaty, lost and scared.

Always,

I was cuddled -

soothing voice, surrounded me.

Until today,

No warm hands holding me.

No musical notes to make me merry.

Don't get blindsided

King's tone traverses all,

Queen's colors are on flag.

The cogs - shaking, shaping, rotating, oscillating, carrying the burden of whole kingdom -

Are simply cogs without eyes and ears.

When the cogs start sensing

Their aura spreads until it encompasses the royal blue.

He is nobody,

No signs on forehead,

No crown or gowns on head

No colors on clothes.

One day,

He is mending the chores,

Minding his own clock,

Walking the street -

An elephant

garlanded him.

Now,

He weighs life and death for everybody.

Big brother with big stick,

Mending the lines of flock -

Stern yet caring and loved.

Big Don with big gun,

emptying pockets of shun,

cruel, uncaring and detested.

The abrupt shift,

the slice of hand,

the swap of mask,

the turn of hat,

awed everybody.

One always stumbles,

And falls to ground.

It matters to onlooker -

how gracefully they getup -

and fall in line of the great race.