Indeed, it is lifeless
But it gives life to her hopes.
It is a witness;
Witness of her all time pains.
It is her friend whom
She shares her thoughts with.
She looks into a distance
Upto the place her eyes can see,
Tears flow down vigourously.
Yet, hope remains deep down the heart.
It shines;
Along with it shine her faiths,
Her faiths would have died a long ago
If it did not exist.
She gazes into its light,
It says to her,"your wait is not wasted."
She strengthens...
She grows stronger with the words.
When everything faded away,
When darkness covered the dawn of life,
When there was shadow all over,
It had helped her fight;
Fight with the pessimism of life.
To the rest of the world,
It was just a piece of mud.
But to her,
It was 'THE DIYO'
Her courage, her belief and her faith
Whose never ending light
Would provide her
A reason to fight and survive.

Retracing my way out where I belong,
Re road mapping the roads I walked,
Under the sun, beyond the clouds
Below the light, away from the dark
A piece of the soul,
An intensity of delight,
Stream of thoughts, forthcoming thoughts!
A puzzle solved. (Period)
Walking ways
Twisted, yet simple
Playing parts.  
A piece so small, an impact so big.
No words,
;
An umbrella covering the void,
Makes no sense, but can be felt
No completeness for the sake of the surrounding
Neither none or everything. ✨

The ink revealed all my sealed joys
"I love you like the sea loves the shore."
But waves were drowing the shore,
And then the midnight moon comes into play
They say drowning is blind,
Little do they know
Blind are those, who never drown
If and mays come into play
"May I drown in the sea of your love?"
"What if the waves drown you?"
But...
What if I really want to swim in
What if I want to get pulled in
To the deepest parts
What if the current of those waves
Take me somewhere
A complete else where
From the real world
Where it can be just you and me.

In a distance lives someone,
In a universe parallel to yours
Living a life so alike
Like Parallel lines, not even a dot of difference
Listens to the same midnight songs and stories,
A person, different dimensions but similar emotions
Who loves your favorite actor and artist the same
who thinks the same, who sings the same
A person who you'd spend the entire night with
watching the stars in the sky
someone who'd travel insanely with you
someone you'd share your smiles and crazy laughs with
Both inside and outside of the photographs
but do you really have a choice or are you destined?
That someone from the parallel world
that someone impossible
someone you'll just quite never meet
someone you'll probably miss until forever
Cause you see the things about parallel lines?
They never meet. ......

The unavoidable void


A hole in the heart
An unavoidable void
You are always afraid of it
It is endless, you thrive to fill it
By luck sometimes and by your skill
The need to fill this void
Makes you so desperate
You forget that,
It's absence is your existence
And much more than thousand words
Speaks your loud silence.

A misty, windy evening
She glances out through the window
She thinks of her life,
All the way she has been through
She smiles wide
Her childhood surprises her
She feels like it was a fantasy
She remembers it's innocence,
The fearless and the careless days,
Her lips widen :)
The day is so faint, so colorless
Yet, it brings so much to her
Like she is related by blood to the day,
She breathes it's air
She feels the wind
that strikes her skin and her feelings,
She remembers the place she was born
She remembers her home and origin
She remembers the struggle she has made
And she puts up a smile onto her face.
There's lightning and there's thunder
All of a sudden,
Raindrops pour down the earth
She smells her roots with the drops
She is overwhelmed
She watches the raindrops
Slowly and silently getting absorbed by the earth
Giving the earth it's greenery, it's lost color
And it's sense of life.
It makes her feel like
Her struggle and her tears are also accepted
In the same way like the raindrops
Giving her life it's meaning
Transforming her into better each day
Making her learn the lessons of life
Making her stronger and tougher
And above all,
Making her smile each day with all the remembrances and reminiscences.

Battered, broken, bumps and bruises
A cracked perfection......
Still burnt brighter than the sun,
Was still as placid as the moon
Despite all unknown unannounced disasters
The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls
She had a touch of the entire world,
Even though filled with toxins and tars
Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories
Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows...
Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul
Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within  
Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin
Told stories of her existence;
Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..

Swimming like a ship-wreck, walking like a dead man alive,
Annoyed, depressed and mentally disturbed
There is a lot of nuisance inside my head
I look into a world around me: a mad one, a sad one, a bad one
Which looks at me like a monster,
Puts shame on me but sets my culprit free
The rain down the windows replicate tears on my face,
No, I don’t belong there, No, I don’t!
Like a restless fish just taken out of water,
I am searching for my home back…………
But I sleep with a nightmare – I have to
My dreams break, My virtues fail
I wanted to grow and set out to adventures
But you stab me in my heart, everywhere else
It’s so ****** painful, it’s a crap, a nuisance
I am killed, I am dead but I can see you
I can see this world
My sullen face, My blood-sworn glare;
Each degree of rising temperature of my body
Every piercing and tearing of the layers of my skin,
Now, Do I cry or I die? My worth has diminished.
All my faiths have been sold for pennies instead
Ready to haunt, play with my innocence
Dominating my reality, with greed and ***** tricks
Deception, mockery and life’s harmony: dissonance!

Thousand meters from the ground, at the rooftop
She stood up staring at that darkness
Darkness, that surrounded the city..
Thinking about life and what she lost
Little sparkles of light went up
Like a tangent to the city's circle
Too beautiful yet too small to cover up!
To cover up her thoughts of being the only one
She absorbs the dusk.
"BLACK" "There's nothin' left." She says,
Looks around hates the wind, everything
She loses her mind in her head's black
But then looks back to the depth to get back
She was once 'alive and deep.'
Reality pauses a while, time seems stand and still
Motionless, yet she swims to the depth
No matter how black, hurt or dead.
For darkness was never worth the soul's depth.

And I can't
I caN'T mAke YOu sEe wHaT I See ;
THe hOrroR, tHe chaNce oF caTaStrophe :(
YOu liSten tO tHat whiCh wiLL iNevitablY cRy
AnD I aM a LiE, ThR in uR miNd :(
NOw

FEel tHe freeFaLL
GEt hiGh fRom geTtinG loW

He’s not mad nor a murderer
He doesn’t crave any violence
Nor his principles ask for any
He pleads, prays and bows down
No, he doesn’t have an appetite of flesh
Nor a thirst for any blood
He wants the same thing
Just like most of you want..
“To raise his families in peace.”  
Just like you all, he also exists
The difference is- his religion doesn’t
Not at least in the minds of his fellow people
A man, Just because
He chose/inherited to bow head instead of join hands,
Is forced to lay down with lifelessness
Amidst the prayers of good life and prosperity
“Is he allowed to speak?”  
“Yes or No, if he does he’s a terrorist.”
Little did that three year old
Laying lifeless in front of his own Masjid knew
His white hat would bring so much despair,
Which even a million apologies can never repair.

What does Abstract look like?
I sit by the window at night,
With warm toes and a freezing nose.
Ever wondered why you like coffee so much?
So cold and bitter to start your day.
Or may be truth is bitter, isn’t it?
Or may be the bitterness wakes you up
And I have this strange feeling.
Have you not died infinite times in your miseries?
Or at least even felt like so once?
So, what does this “Nirvana” look like?
Why are there so many differences?
Isn’t it just one life that we live?
Walking on very different paths,
But don’t we have the same age math?
Aren’t roadmaps going to merge
Different boats, same ocean, same destination
Never enough! Never enough!!!
Stand tall or stand short
Well, don’t you stand on the same ground?
“Coffee” or “Chai”? “Empty” or “Full”
anywhere on this earth, Is there a place you can run?
Except for the shadow of the sun?