Melting barriers

Colours splashed across the canvass,
Neither tutored nor laboured,
But a spontaneous outpour of creativity,
Bold strokes, oblivious to conventional wisdom,
Powered by personal conviction.
The beauty lies not in the richness of the paint,
but in the thought that etches out the patterns,

United by their aspiration to win,
Children, some priviledged and others not,
Toil away, brimming with enthusiasm,
The disparity is forgotten,
Opportunity plays leveler!

If every citizen had a chance,
To make strides driven by free thought,
Neither burdened by the baggage of legacy,
Nor hampered by the lack of access,
Reality would be no different from our dreams!

Unintimidated by the imposing vehicles,
Unafraid of the erratic drivers,
Unashamed of her state of existence.
Unrelenting in her fight against poverty,
She moves swiftly at the traffic signal,
Finding a crevice between the line of cars,

She sells her stuffed toys with a flourish,
Her marketing genius persuading even the most stubborn,
A blanket of confidence hiding her torn clothes,
Mental strength overshadowing her emaciated face,
All of three feet, yet dwarfing the mountain of problems,
She stands tall amidst us all!

Studying his works,analyzing every line,
Aping his tongue,mouthing his words,
Enacting his plays,
Intrigued by his style of writing,
Perceiving him larger than life.
Personifiying english classes through school. Today it seems so surreal,
Treading the pathways he tread,
learning more about his life,
visiting the home of the man,
who now only dwells
in the minds of english enthusiasts across the globe.
William Shakespere.

An Illusion

The tranquil seas also cause the tsunami,
The pleasant breeze,also the hurricane,
The sacred fire,also mass destruction,
The savior rain,also the dreadful floods,
Nature says "There is no such place as safe!"

Majestic structures reduced to dust overnigtht,
Explosions wiping out cities,
Giants of the industry now insolvent,
The invincible accept defeat.
Man echoes the sentiment.

Despite all this,
I dwell in my zone of comfort,
Clinging on to monotony,interpreting it as safety.
Unwilling to risk my imaginary stability..
It is time for me to be jolted out of it!

Across the border...

I stand at the border, wondering whether to cross over,
The wild fire spreading relentlessly, destroying all in its path.
I could predict neither its fury, nor its next victim,
The winds guiding the fire, as inept at decision making.
My mind imposing its logic, my senses their perception,
the battle was fierce, neither willing to converge to a decision.
A few pertinent questions..
Would it not be easier to escape the fire in a city, I knew well enough to navigate?
Is it not human to assume the grass across to be greener without evidence?
Is there any indication of the new land being more secure?
Is it not a coward's act to run away from problems?
Despite the lingering doubt of whether I was being brave or foolhardy,
The questions cleared my perception and I mustered the courage to stay on.
At sunrise: Brimming with energy,backed by the sunshine ,
At sunset: Needs to be gaurded against the shadow of doubt,
The decision