Words fallen from me, Stared at the sky....

I am deeper than the plateau views,
Meaningful than what you read,
More loving than anyone you met,
Caring than anyone could be.

When your hands grab my throat,
I have to walk away to the moors,
A change can only keep me alive,
To hold you when you fall again.

Words fallen from me, stared at the sky....

Friends are fun, care, love and life,
They  are the extension of myself.
They appear from nowhere on a day,
Start walking with me then to the bay.

They knock my door on break of dawn,
Sip the coffee from my half sipped cup,
They sit with me on the reddish dusk,
And dip me in the wildest hue.

They mess with me in a cracky way,
Annoy me and agitate me to a scream,
GET LOST IDIOTS for a while atleast,
And when I turn back still they smile.

My friends are the pearls I gathered,
From the ocean of my acquaintance.
They are the mirrors which reflect me,
And my existence in this  world.

"Dedicated to all my lovely friends"

'Mortal' is that beauty, perceived
With your five senses..
A proportional distribution of flesh,
On the ugly looking skeleton...
Recollect, the day we all screamed,
In our Science lab,with a shiver inside,
On the first encounter of the naked array,
Of bones those lost, once admired cover.
'Immortal' is that beauty,
A unification of 'You' and 'Universe'.

Another dawn breaks,
“Again the chilled border,
Has gone red with terror”
On my TV screen Olive green
Uniforms shaded in brown,
Lied on the stretchers,
Some still, some wriggling with,
Pain creeping to the core.

You and me being safe at home
Fought with each other, over
The extra cube of sugar,
That spoilt the taste of tea.
We always grumble, castigate,abuse,
Inside the safe walls of home.
While those fearless men,
Sleeplessly guard our borders.


Salute to those brave men who,
Forget their love and life for us,
And go back home in coffins,
Covered with a nation’s pride.
Bullets pierced their body, splashed
The warm blood, from their hearts,
Flooded in the memories of their
Loved ones, all far off.

Salute to those mothers, sisters
Wives, daughters, sons and bros,
Who surrender to their loss,
And say,” I love my nation,
And I‘m proud, that my son,
My brother, my love and life,
My dad, lived for this nation,
Lived for each one of you…"

Let’s pity ourselves, you and me
For, we forget them in a day,
Sitting in our cool, cozy rooms,
And argue over mean things
Because we have no worries,
When they are there to die for us,
Not letting us to surrender,
To the terror, fear and worry..

Love is that feel
Which you hold,
For your parents,
For your sibling,
For your partner,
For your buddy,
All these loves
Have the same base
Of deepest care.
That's why the,
Thought of loss,
Of any of them,
Drop you in deepest,
Pricking pain.

Poems are flow of thoughts,
From your soul to your body,
From your body to a  base,
Where they remain stagnant.

They regain the flow when,
Someone spares a few minutes,
To first stare at them and then,
Have a sip of them, slowly.

Then poems are a flow from,
Your soul to someone else's.
There they stir another soul,
Make it vibrant or dull.

I have stopped breathing,
A few hours back.
Doctor declared me dead,
A few hours back.

I am lying in mortuary,
Chilled in ice.
My body is frozen fully,
Waiting for someone.

I only did the mistake,
I kept a note.
When I was just to die,
"Wait for him".

When I knew it won't happen,
I shouldn't have.
Kept a last wish to trouble me,
And my hubby.

We never met outside the mobile,
I loved him,
He loved me too as best buddy,
Just in mobile.

I wished I see him alive,
To feel a human,
I wished I listen to his voice,
To feel a human

But he never wished the same,
He perceived me as letters,
A few smileys, expressionless,
He was happy then.

When I was too sick on bed,
Hubby  messaged him.
After a long while waiting,
He dropped a sad smiley.

Hubby consoled me, and waited,
Only smileys came.
And I was to leave on time out,
Hubby messaged again.

Now, I am pulled out of mortuary,
Hubby whispered with a sob,
'My love, he is too busy and,
Weeping smileys for you'.

He covered me with the linen,
A shirt I bought for my buddy,
Just before I fall sick, because
I felt he will come one day.

On my way to graveyard,
I still wished to say aloud,
Love you a lot my best buddy,
I loved you unconditionally.