Saturday, 31 January 2015

...

At night when i'm out to sleep, 
I feel my body,leaving the skin,
With only  flesh and bone.
In dreams i'm left daunted, 
I'm left alone.
There is feeling  of hollowness,
And i'm restless.
Eyes shut, but without sleep,
It's dark and i can't see things.
I miss to find,
Who i'm and where i belong.
Helpless i'm,
Incomplete i feel,
But it's dark and i can't see things.

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

FACES

In this world of,
Ego and vanity.
Covetousness and greed.
In this world of,
Ugliness and lust.
Despair and anxiety.
In this world of,
Bitterness and jealousy.
Evil and dark.
Three faces I see,
Red,pale and blue.
Faces,hideous but true,
Faces of threat,Fright and pain.
Faces void of,
Love and affection.
Hope and happiness.
Faces void of,
Charm and glow.
Beauty and kindness.
Faces void of,
Truth and equality.
Meekness and goodness.
Faces, we never had,
Faces, we never wanted.
Faces because of,
Sins we committed,
Bad we did.
Dishonesty we played,
And evil we spread.
Faces of hatred,
Faces of negativity.
Faces, against the brotherhood,
Faces, against the human race.
Faces of devastation,
And Faces of end!

Thursday, 7 August 2014

FRIENDSHIP

In the snaggle of daunting memories,
I was alone.
My face bespoke,
I was helpless and left with no hope.
I was standing at the place,
Where promises were made.
Remembering the picture present in,
My heart's frame.
I just muttered to myself,
How beautiful it is!
When in friendship,
There is no clashes of supremacy,
No place for jealousy.
It is the phase when,
Friends are together,
Sharing deep love,
And reducing tons of pain.
Togetherness of them,
Gives happiness and strength.
Even dull sky seems benevolent,
Scorching sun is soothing,
Darkest night looks the brightest,
Unusual patterns also,appear to be "loving & arranged"

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

RAIN DROPS

Havenward when i see,
I see pearls falling on me,
Like an oasis of calm, 
Spreading bewitching joy and rainbow dreams.
On tiptoe it brings happiness to me,
By doubling the reason of my laughter,
And reducing the cause of my cries.
Droplet from up above,
Walk down to me,
Holding,strength and newness in it.
The journey from heaven to earth,
Is like a path of petals,full of thorns. 
When it comes,
It showers upon me,
All that it has learnt.
Enlightening me to be,
Light for,any darkness i may see,
Freedom for,any bondage i may go through,
And trust for,betrayal i may face.
Yes!! Hope it gave,
Hope to live,Hope to love,
Hope to try,Hope to help,
Hope to stay and Hope to grow.
Washing away,
A hostage to fortune,i must say.
With an indelible mark on me,
It vanished away,
To someplace where my eyes couldn't see!!!

Thursday, 5 June 2014

ORPHAN

A child I saw,
Near the temple gate.
With a heavy heart and mournful eye,
For a life and a half!
On the horn of dilemma he was,
Even his smile had shades of sufferings and cries.
Not a king's ransom,
His dream was his dear ones.
For days he and his work did play,
But the nights were daunting and grey!
No one to dote on him,
No one to tease or scold.
No one to hear his shaggy dog story,
Or make him sleep with a sweet old lorry!
He too wish for halcyon days,
Enjoying life,making merry!
But the gospel truth,
About the meretricious world we see.
Promises are made,
But begged off during the time of need.
Only mother,father or a family,
Support and stand,
Till the end wherever you go.
For him it seemed,
His happiness was locked,
And its key was thrown!
Tired of living,
He felt his heart at death's door!
Bread he may earn,
But a mother is one,
Important and dear.
Standing by one's side,
For doubling joy and dividing fear!
A father,
For making one strong,
And teaching them to survive without fear!
A sister,
For a hug and a peck!
A brother,
To pester and help them know the best in them!
Clued up with the fact,
Worthless to think it was,
For the reality he knew,
He was an orphan,
A child,similar to the rest,
But without any care, without any affection,
Without any shade,without any shelter!!!

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

ON BEING A GIRL

The scars i got,
On my face and my neck,
On my hands and my legs. 
Not because I was ignoble,
But because of you and your deeds.
The hideous touch and the humiliations!
Sometimes for my dusky complexion,
Sometimes for my features and my looks!
You took me as a toy,
Lifeless and emotionless!
For a sake of enjoyment and pleasure.
You dressed me and undressed, 
You abused and left.
You said I was a slut,
When I opposed the things you did.
You left me with those scars,
That broke me from inside. 
Every possible thing I tried,
To collect the part of me,
That was scattered in a crowd.
In the heaviest downpour,
I stood.
In the hottest summer,
I was wrapped in a 'sheet'.
To keep myself away,
From getting the 'human heat'.
Firing on me,
Severals of question,
Doubting my character,
My resolves and me!
Scars were for I was a girl,
Humble and meek!
You treated me as a weakling,
You never knew,
I too had armour and headgear,
But i thought,
The man and its kind,
To be hearty and dear!
I was a soul,
With many identity.
As I was a daughter and a child,
A sister,full of innocence,
A mother full of love and motivation,
A  grandmother, full of care and affection!
Thinking myself as ,
A reflection of every beautiful soul!
Oh!! Silly me,
In this world of hatred and inequality,
How can I expect anyone to be,
Demure and kind.
Helpful and understanding,
With a lovely mind!
I know the scars will remain there forever,
And it ought to be,
So that when after an age,
I'll get  strong,
Very strong I mean.
I'll say,
See! These are the scars you gave,
At times, I did cry because of it,
I know.
For I couldn't believe,
Cruelity of man,this way!
But today on the apex where i stand is,
Because of those ugly scars you gave.
It gave me power and strength,
Fortitude and endurance!
It made me realize,
Who I am and where I belong.
It taught me to be and act strong.
Today,standing at a height,
From where I can fly,
I can shout and I can keep my voice.
And you will have to hear.
After hearing me at the top of my voice,
You'll come  to apologize,
Dont worry!
I won't punish you for the past,
Or even make you feel small.
For I am a lady,I'll forgive you,
I have a heart,
I am not merciless and heartless like you!!!

Friday, 16 May 2014

'DEFECTS' OF A MAN


Yes!He is blind,
Neither he can see the restlessness,
In those eyes,
Nor the numbness,
In their life.
World is getting into vicious work,
But he is contented and free,
Thinking,He is resting under,
The shade of the safest tree!
Yes!He is deaf,
For He ignores those painful cries,
That hit him every night.
Treating them unknown,
Treating them as lies.
He moves ahead,thinking,
They are not of those whom he loves,
Or even of those for whom he cares.
Yes he is dumb!
For he never speaks,
Even if he witness,
Something untrue,something unfair.
He is happy being zipped,
Living his life on his own wish.
With self satisfaction,all for himself,
Without tensions,without worries!
Yes! He is lame,
He may run,
But never walk,
On the path that lead to,
Justice and equality.
All because he is well off,
He has all of his need,
All of his greed!
So having eyes never mean,
One can hear.
Ears never define,
One may hear.
Mouth is useless if,
One can't speak or stand for fair.
Rusted legs are those,
Which moves without wisdom,
On the way that has lost,
All its beauty,All its glory,
And all its goodness!

Tuesday, 13 May 2014

A LOST FRIEND

I still remember the day,
We had a falling out.
I never thought it would happen,
And it was never supposed to be.
Still i thought,
It would heal up with time.
But i was wrong,
Things got worse with time.
You were no longer the best thing,
That once happened to me.
I could see the innocence,
Fading away from your eyes.
You were no longer true,
Just a story full of lies.
An unspoken hatred was spread,
No care,No affection was left.
Sometimes i was deep down into pain,
Missing your endearing acts,
Missing those walk we made,
Together on rugged lanes.
But i knew you were changed,
You were someone else,
Someone unknown,someone strange.
Perhaps in your life, I was a thorn,
Or stood nowhere,
In the list of people you adored.
But for me you were,
My strength, My passion,
My enthusiam,My only motivation.
You had a place in my heart,
A very reserved one.
Today,when you are gone,
I can't bring you back,
And I don't want to even.
Because now you are just a body,
A gaudy one!
Neither you have those positive vibration,
Nor you are my inspiration.
I was waiting for my friend,
The person whose shadow,
I loved to follow.
I am left with no affection,
For the fake one.
Whenever i miss my sweet little buddy,
To my memory,he comes as,
A LOST FRIEND OF ME!!

Sunday, 11 May 2014

THOSE BEAUTIFUL DAYS

One day,
At the crack of dawn.
I was sitting and thinking upon,
Those sweet memories,
Now which were all beyond recall.
Those scoldings,those teachings,
Those punishments,those teasings.
Those beautiful days,
Were my life's best phase!

Life was all above,
Betray and perfidy and diplomacy.
Without hatred,without jealously.
Those beautiful days,
Were my life's best phase!

There was innocence in every eye,
Things were done with honesty,
Without dirty tricks and ugly lies.
No feeling of getting high,
By crushing other's happiness,
Or making delicate hearts cry.
Those beautiful days,
Were my life's best phase!

There was a feeling of,
Brotherhood and love.
People cared not to hurt,
Heart was valued more than mind.
Those beautiful days,
Were my life's best phase!

No casteism,no discrimination,
No individualism,no groupism,
Everyone was treated as one.
Life was free from pains,
No strategies,no hidden games.
Those beautiful days,
Were my life's best phase!

Friday, 9 May 2014

MIDNIGHT CHILDREN

In the midst of the 'roar',
Lies the cries of needy,
But dazzling nights,
Cashed up's parties,
Dance and music and lights,
Distracts us from knowing,
The difference between the smile.
Smile of a rich and a poor,
A smile that mark it off from each other.
A Smile with happiness,
Or a smile with a hidden fear.
Lost in mellifluous songs,
We ignore the voice,
Voice of someone standing near.
Not for bread or tea,
But for few words of sympathy.
Everynight,
When the highway is left in silence,
There flies a thousands of dreams,
Dreams of those children,
For whom dreams are better than reality.
In which they dance,
Like the multimillinaires!
They make skyscrapers,
Buses and cars and planes and ships.
From the early morning,
They long for night,
Sweet,Full of imaginations,
That is beautiful and bright!!!