Different birds and Pegasus Sermon

I was a swan,

Cruising along many swans.

I had a plan,

Days were right,

Future in sight,

Everything was bright.

I changed the plan,

Moving away many swans.

I took a flight,

I in fright,

Will I find home again?

Someone was a cuckoo,

Cruising along many cuckoos.

Someone was a falcon,

Cruising along many falcons.

Cuckoo took a flight,

Falcon took flight.

Will they find home again?

In the remote jungle,

The mythical horse rose,

If I can fly, why can’t you mingle?

This is what you chose.

Pegasus changed swan,

Pegasus changed cuckoo,

Pegasus changed falcon.

They were all at home.

They were at IIMB.

The dilemmas of the sloping roof

They stood there for too long.

On the thick walls,
On the strong trusses,
One by one,
Stacked side by side,
The clay tiles lie.

The wind blows up the body,
The water runs down the body,

One by one,

From the trees nearby,

The fallen leaves lie.

They have seen too many.

Men came and went,

Children played and went,

One by one,

The characters left,

The moments remain lie.

Webs were woven under,

Nests were laid under,

One by one,

The rodents left,

The shelter still lie.

They have stood still.

The beauty was admired,

The grandeur was cherished,

One by one,

The colours went pale,

The grey dust lie.

Building rose new and high,

Roofs became flat and high,

One by one,

The neighbours were gone,

The home still lie.

They have many questions.

It can't rise, 

It can't move,

One by one,

The questions piled,

Existence still lie.

It can give, it get admired,

But it can't take,

One by one,

It can't dare choose,

The plight lie.

The dilemmas that a sloping roof faces.

PS - When Google voice recognition types 'sadist' instead of 'cherished'; 'mini' instead of 'many' and 'flight' instead of 'plight'; it really sums up what is wrong with the world today. 

The Mountain God

I wake up to morning mist,
Its breaking dawn.
I wake up to mountains behest,
Its cloudy morn.

Dear God, is this the novelty?

I walk up to winding roads,
Its puddled up.
I walk up to clouded blinds,
Its stonehedged up.

Dear God, is this the sacrosanct path?

I wax up to ascending streches,
Its dewed deep.
I wax up to greeny wedges,
Its flowered steep.

Dear God, is this the portal?

I wait up to rising dazzle,
Its scattered clouds.
I wait up to sedate drizzle,
Its murked sounds.

Dear God, is this the splendour?

I wade up to transmundane pleasure,
Its spread infinite.
I wade up to eternal liesure,
Its transmitting bright.

Dear God, is this the YOU?

Bright and Dark

I walked along,
On road alone.
Darkness followed daylong,
On road unknown.

World is full of pain,
Workload is insane.
Freedom in chain,
Life is vain.

I walked along,
On road alone.

A girl in rag,
Carrying filthy bag.
A kid to drag,
With their hands swag.

Darkness followed daylong,
On road unknown.

We walked by,
Girl singed high.
Boy little shy,
A cut on his thigh.

I walked along,
But not alone.

One piece of bread,
Two hungry head.
Sick dog lay spread,
Even it was fed.

Darkness follows daylong,
On road unknown.

Both smiled bright,
Was I right?
Life is sprite,
Its how you sight.

I returned along,
But not alone.
Brightness stays nightlong,
On road now known.