The Prince

No …!! The crown has fallen again cried the priest, as the lightening thundered in the cloudy dark night galloping the sky in its own . Glasses shattered and it roared like never before  .

The flames burned enough to swallow  the castle gates and the walls . It was thrice that night that crown fell from its place waiting to meet his king. lost in the darkness priest stumbled to find it  .

Mercy! oh mercy! people were screaming ,running in the panic stricken castle burning in flames .it was not the end of the empire , knight knew. The thunders, falling of  crown cannot let him stop , neither will he stoop . And it rained heavily like cats and dogs fire came down damage was not much but the fear emerged within the hearts . But the baby slept all the time rocking in its cradle with the breeze or the winds, gently pulling and pushing the  lever .. No it was not the end but the beginning not of the empire but the crown prince..

Yes !the prince, he was born. To relish the city with the golds of peace, to suffice the needs, to end the sufferings not in the cradle rocking gently under the four walls  but wrapped up in rags under the bridge giggling at the sight of wrath of Gods breathing still peacefully under the storms which  denied its retreat

The paradise sank

And the paradise sank
As the curtains came down
Into its own tears
With an echo of applaud

Flowers bloomed swinging
With the music on stage
As it faded slowly
Melting into the winds

Waves stood to glance
The final goodbye
Eyes resting upon each other
And  smile cradling on cheeks

For love was and is eternal
From the day sun began to shine
And birds began to chirp
And life began to exist

Prize of sunset

As the sun sweeps down
last radiance gallops over
the whole town

I stand drenched in it's warmth
wrapped up , slowly lifting
as the gravity has just fallen
with the prize of sunset

Under the clear halo
of crimson sky
soaked up in it's color
I rise above

The Warrior

Tired eyes rested upon
the unlocked wooden door
Scents slowly withered away
in counting hours to days
Holy chorus changed into
whines of mercy to Lord 
For the war declared won
but The Warrior didn't return

Garden of Rose

Are you safe in a garden of rose?

Beauty does allure

and fragrance intoxicates

but the thorns that 

ambush beneath 

in shadow of leaves

Pricks deep 

It does heal

the wound that wept

but scar remains 

of the rose you touched.

Her feathers

Under the flickering daylight

In the silence of night 

The candles burnt 

Burnt to light 

For the world in her beautiful eyes 

Weaving feathers to fly .

But the shadows had their eyes

Upon the mighty wings she wove

In darkness of  a new moon night 

They gently slipped in her abode 

Night howled with each scream 

Once again shadows won over dreams.

Machines

Where eyes were meant to fancy
became the rolling machines
As the doors were jammed
with the codes of future
To glance at nothing
but the numbers imprinted
To figure out nothing
but the door that leads to next

I see

Where dreams don’t turn to dust

I see us

Dumping the weapons of yesterday

Leaving behind the scars

In closed pages of history

Writing new chapters

Of the world who opted to live

Against the theory of survival..

We are a part of him

God is our creator
God is our father.
We are God's children.
Doesn't this mean "we are a part of him "? And this sentence cannot be written in more simpler words !
"We are a part of him "
So let me know where is the confusion?
Why do
people slay people out of respect to God,
People harm people out of respect to God if they themselves are a part of him?
If you can't respect a part of God how do you even think of respecting  him as a whole??