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....
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
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"
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
'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'.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
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..
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
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.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
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.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
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.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
At times I shut myself
In a shell of loneliness,
It's when I search for
My own existence....
It's when I feel that,
Whole world's fake...
The smiles around,
The love expressed,
The care offered....
Everything is fake
I hibernate in a cocoon...
And wake up as a butterfly...
To live for another few days...
Believing the fakes...
As they are ultimate truth...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Sometimes you stop listening
voice of your soul.....
Its when someone steals your soul
and refuse to return it back....
I too lost my soul a few hours back,
And dont know who took it away....
May be God would have stolen it,
And i am waiting to get it back....
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
He redefined my life,
He taught me to love myself,
By loving my imperfections,
And loving me the way I am.
I inhaled the breath he exhaled,
Being in his arms kept me alive.
I remained safe in the warmth,
Of his chest, fragranced by sweat.
I slept listening to the lullaby of,
His heart beats....And slept,
The most beautiful sleep of life,
A sleep which never broke....
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC