Well, is it better to have and lose,
Or to never have and never lose?
Well, is it better to see and cry,
Or to turn a blind eye?
Well, is it better to live and die,
Or to never be born so that we never say goodbye?
Well, is it better to love and then hate,
Or to never meet the chosen fate?
I know, you would choose the later,
For you fear the pain which loss brings,
The blood which tears see,
The scars which memories carry,
The hatred which loves hides,
But, my darling,
Why do you forget the contentment having brings?
The beauty which the eyes capture?
The magic which the life brings?
The life which love showers?

Now if I ask you again,

Well, is it better to pick a rose and get hurt,
Or, to fear the thorns and never touch the flower?
Well, is it better to kiss and ****,
Or, to never touch those lips for you think it is a sin?
Well, is it better to hope and regret,
Or, to never expect and never live?
Well, is it better to dream and speak and fear,
Or, to never be able to think or hear?

Will your answer still be the same my dear?

People tell me to live my life without any expectations,
But,
Well, is that even a life?

They said she was 'too sweet',
I knew she was 'too meek'.

He loved the way she laughed,
With all his heart
And
No effort.

To the girl,
he is going to marry,


   When he comes home drunk,
   And calls out my name,
  Just kiss him and whisper,
  "I'm here, honey."

Mom told me about the abortion,
Well, it's good that you're home again, little angel.


     -yours
                          A lonely brother

"If you ever fall in love with someone,
Who is not me,
Make sure she's not a writer."
She requested.

"But why?"
he questioned, puzzled.

"Because I don't want her to steal the only place where you belong to me forever."
She replied with teary eyes.

You call them poems,
I call them hope.

The difference between a writer and a reader is that,
A writer plays with words,
And,
Words play with a reader.

Meeting you was an accident,
And
You are the scar
I never want to heal from.

Her love was like the moonlight,
Somedays too much love,
And
Somedays no love.

Commas are what I fear the most,
They change
I love you
To
I hate this feeling.

Full stop.
Too strong to end any sentence.
Too weak to start one.

She used to say
that
She was fire,
So,
He became her Phoenix.

There was a boy I knew.
He used to say,
He was scared of death.
He said it felt dark
And
hidden
And
engulfing.
He didn't want to die,
He was too scared of death.
But this boy I knew,
Fell in love,
Fell in love with a girl,
Whose skin was as white as snow,
And as soft as velvet of all the shades he could wear in on go.
Whose hair was dark and black as ebony,
And light and brown as a berry.
Whose eyes held the stars
And
Dreams,
And
carried hopes which were heavier than reality.
Whose lips were not as red as a beet,
But
Were as pretty as a September peach.
Whose body was not as clear as that of the magazine girls,
But
Yet she was made up of stardust and yellow pearls.
Whose nose was not the perfect shape,
But
She was his 'idol' kind of face.
Whose body was not as perfect as the stories they tell,
But
As the thousand imperfections like in the poems she wrote.
Whose curves were not as defined as apples, peaches and spheres,
But
Were as captivating as the life of his dreams.
Whose voice was as sweet as milk and honey,
he said.
And whose talks were the only words he wanted to hear.
Who was as precious as life for him.
Whose kisses were burning fire in the mahogany woods with the essence of ambrosia.
But little did he know
that
She was the death he feared to go near.
He loved her,
He said.
But he was scared of death,
He used of say.

I feel the power,
I feel the wind,
I feel the sky,
I feel it all,
Beneath my feet.
I feel the love,
I feel the hate,
I feel all the feelings,
You've never felt before.
I feel the strong,
I feel the weak,
I feel what I want to be
this time.
I feel the words,
I feel the spaces,
I feel the stories never told
And
The poems never penned.
I feel the rage,
I feel the wolves,
I feel the wild howling inside.
The forests in me are burning me down.
And the animals are ready to chase.
It's not stopping now,
There's no end.
This time I know
I will be the power,
I will be the wind,
I will be the sky,
I will be all I want to be.

I will be waiting for him,
At the end of the world.
Where the stars don't shine,
And there is no sun.
Where the sky isn't blue,
And the wind doesn't blow.
Where people are not found,
And the birds don't fly.
Where the land comes to an end,
And the sea doesn't begin.
Where love can't be seen,
And hatred can't be heard.
Where life is lost,
And death is not found.
Where I can't speak,
And he can't hear.
Where I tell left,
And he walks to the right.
Where the day doesn't end,
And the night doesn't begin.
Where everything is dark,
And darkness is too bright.
Where I cry for him,
And he smiles for me.
Where I become weak,
And he becomes strong.
Where we finally kiss,
And yet don't touch.
So when the night comes,
I'll be waiting for him,
At the end of the world.

" I  can treat you better, than he can "
I sang in front of her.

Thanks to Shawn Mendes,
I proposed her without feeling embarrassed.

Every day, she asks me a question...
" Am I good enough? "
Every day I look at her awe.
It feels like the sunflowers are asking,
Whether they make the world bright.
Or
Like the stars are asking,
Whether they make the night hopeful.

Every day, she asks me a question...
" Do I have a quality good enough? "
Every day I look at her with awe.
It feels like the sun is asking
Whether it warms the earth.
Or
Like the moon is asking
Whether it makes every woman feel beautiful.

Every day, she asks me a question...
" Do they like me? "
Every day I look at her with awe.
It feels like the earth is asking
Whether it is loved and accepted.
Or  
The clouds are asking
Whether they make the flowers come alive.

" Short stories to make you fall asleep. " Typed the insomniac.
After 15 minutes ...
" Where are grandma's fairytales? "
The kid inside her wondered.

A wardrobe full of branded clothes,
Still mummy's gift on her birthday will always be the daughter's favourite dress.

" They come hurt me and go! "
He complained.
" But some stay,
hold you in your hard times,
only love and never leave. "
She added with a smile.

Photography was his hobby,
And she became his favourite scenery.

I'm like your earphones,
Thrown,
because I'm an entangled mess.
But darling,
I want you to untangle me,
slowly.

She used to dream of a future bright,
He used to dream of ' her ' every night.

Her eyes, were
dark,
dreamy
and
alluring
As dark as the shades of night ,
As the universe,
Hiding deep secrets inside them.
They were dark but crystal clear,
I could see my reflection inside them.

If I could make a film,
It would have been on her life,
Because I have not seen someone more inspiring than my mother.

" A house on a hill,
  an indoor pool...
   a  cute pet dog
     And nature all around,
   Isn't that how you imagine your future? " She asked.
" Not without you " he smiled.

And in this world full of
Princesses
and
Queens,
I am a Wonder Woman.

She was a kid struggling in with her
'adulthood',
And he was an adult caged in 'childhood'.

She said
" The story you told them was incomplete,
You did not tell them how did I feel. "
But darling,
Every story would remain incomplete in this light,
Because you're the victim of your story
And I am of mine.
Even the Evil Queen has something to say
But all we know is the story of Snow White.

His name was nothing more than a typical Hindu name but when,
I recalled his name again,
It felt like warm snow was kissing my face.
His name sounded like I was bathing in hot chocolate
or
like in the dark sky he was the only shining star,
His name was ' SANSKAR ' .

"Would you like to be mine ?" He questioned with sincerity.

"I would, but before being yours I'd like to be mine." She answered.

He looked at her with all the sincerity in his eyes,
Leaned forward and slowly kissed her.


But then,
Skype came in between.

Pools of blood and streams of tears,
Unheard shrieks and unseen fears.
Prayers unsent and hopes never lost
Blazes of fire and burning frost.
He lost a daughter and she lost a son.
Too many went out that day but came back none.
The three-year-old lost his father,
The girl in the hospital lost her mother.
She did not know now who would protect her,
the dearest sister lost her brother.
The 'I love you too' never came back,
She waited and waited until the breaking news.
Loudest voices went inaudible
Lifeless faces muttered prayers
But maybe even God was not available that day,
No one could hear her, no one could see,
The little girl did not know who to pray.
He waited in the balcony for his blue toy plane,
But neither did dad arrive nor did his plane.
She did not know his "Darling, I'll be home soon" would never come.
Neither did the woman whose son's first day at job became his last.
He struggled till his last breath,
for his son was waiting,
The toy plane remained wrapped in his hands but soon he was no more breathing.
Although it's been a decade since then,
And maybe they're all in heaven
But can we take out a moment to remember them,
Since it's 26/11.

The last time
I was having fun,
I was not sober enough
to know what I did.

We both committed a crime,
I stole his heart
and
he stole mine.

And
now he is guilty
but
I'm arrested.

Once upon a time,






He loved me.

She becomes more beautiful every time I see her.

Is she a fairy
or
am I a fool?

Sometimes I just wonder,
Will you still love me even when I change?
Will you still love me even when I'm strange?
Will you still love me even when I'm no longer me?
Will you still love me even if I'm not what you want me to be...?

You make me search
for the stars
in the daylight
And the sun
in the darkness of the night.

I've never tasted death
better than today,
And I never want to taste it again
after today.

I've been thinking for a while
And now I guess I know,

I want to be your smile,
I want to be your smile so bright.
I want to be your smile like the flowers in the day.
I want to be your smile that's all I pray.
I want to be your smile that you keep up always.
I want to be your smile that's all my heart says.
I want to be your smile like the tulips white.
I want to be your smile like the crescent moon at midnight.
I want to be your smile divine, like the gods above.
I want to be your smile like your tender words of love.
I want to you be your smile with every rhyme.
I want to be your smile, every time
You smile.

Words are not written
to pierce hearts,
To mend the broken ones
To heal the bruised ones
To stitch the torn ones
To love the lost ones
To kiss the hated ones
To miss the gone ones
To lose the loved ones
To stab the honest ones
To hurt the feeble ones
To tear the soft ones
To break the hard ones
To melt the cold ones
To feel the fallen ones
To crush the smashed ones
To throw the plastic ones
To pick the everlasting ones
To cry for someone
To lie to the only one
To steal someone's only one
To **** the brave ones
To crown the coward ones
To laugh on meek ones
To smile for no one
To see the invisible ones
To hear the mute ones
To scream to the deaf ones
To defeat the invincible ones
And to win the heart of someone.
Words are just written,
And for every reader,
every word
Every punctuation mark,
And every space
Tells a different story.
That's the beauty of words.

Symptoms of diseases,
Diseases never heard of,
Symptoms were pain, agony and tears
Tears never shed
Diseases which took eras to be discovered,
Diseases that lay hidden,
Hidden behind smiles
Smiles hiding pain, agony and tears
Tears never shed
Because there was no one to see the tears,
Tears lay buried
Buried behind 'I'm fine'
'I'm fine' was a cover
To shield the delicate heart
The heart which was scratched and torn millions of times
And millions of times the memories were reminded
Memories which were to be forgotten
To be forgotten and thrown away
Thrown away like the heart was
The heart now only had tears
Tears never shed
Because there was no one to see the tears,
Tears left to dry
To dry without being wet
The heart also dried
Dried out and fell
Fell like the petals of roses
Roses which are only left with thorns now
Thorns which ***** and the heart bleeds
The heart bleeds the blood of hatred
Hatred risen from love
Love which led to the diseases
Diseases known as heartbreak, dejection and desolation.

Only if there are flowers on the other side,
I would cross the bay.
Only if there is a moon at night,
I would bear the sun during the day.
Only if I could get love in return,
I would live in agony and vain.
Only if I could live once again,
I wouldn't mind dying now.
Only if I could hide my tears,
I wouldn't fear to face the world.
Only if I could see you again,
I won't fear our separation.
And only if I could be myself,
I wouldn't regret my life as much.

Red, is the colour of​ Love.
Red, is the colour of courage.
Red, is the colour of strength.
Red, is the colour of bravery.
But then why does the red colour on my jeans, has to stop me ?
Why, every month do girls need to question their potential ?
Why can't I say the word 'PERIODS'  in public?
I'm afraid all the while,
This word has to be in hushed tones, in 'whispers', so that I 'stay free' of the whispers behind my back.
I need to carry sofy, so that I stay confident and comfy.
When my emotions have to be concealed behind the four walls,
But every night,
I fear that the wind would silently come while I'm asleep.
And would laugh and chatter with the trees about me insecurities.
  I know that my periods are my strength.
My periods don't cage me because I am a bird set free.
I am the Lady Bhagirath,
For I resurrect the sacred red river, once, every month.
Now I go out more easily when on my periods,
rather than staying at home and now I walk with pride.
Now I don't bring my pads wrapped in the black bags because I am not ashamed of carrying them .
I was Daddy's Little Prince who's now become a Wonder Woman.
So I tell every girl to walk with pride,
Not because they say
'Chin up princess or the crown slips'
But because I say
'Keep your head held high wonder woman or you won't be able to fly.

They ask me a question every day,
They ask me 'Oh darling! How much do you weigh?'
And I answer this question every day,
I wish to tell them,
'I am not made up of flesh and bones,
I do not weigh on scales and stones.
I weigh the love letters never sent,
I weigh my heart I gave on rent,
I weigh all my insecurities,
I weigh Ganga's purities.
I weigh the prayers of my mother.
I weigh the hard work of my father.
I weigh the thirty-two-inch smile I carry and flaunt every day,
I weigh the fears which haunt me every day,
I weigh all the love I have for him,
And I am certain that weighs more than the stories I dream,
I weigh the fairytales I've read,
And I weigh the kindness I've fed.
I weigh my hope,
And I weigh my dreams.
I weigh my faith,
And I weigh my screams.
So I weigh the lightest I could ever be,
And the heaviest you could ever imagine being.'
But then in the end,
I murmur the words '47 kilograms',
A lean and skinny girl is what I am.

Too young I was,
when I read about them.
Cinderella, Snow White and Belle.
Eyes glimmered, hope shimmered.
Young as I was,
So even I wanted to be like them.
Like Jasmine, who declared she was not a prize to be won.
Like Belle, who hated the misogyny that encircled her.
Like Merida, who challenged gender norms.
Like Tiana, who followed her passion.
So even I wanted to be like them.
Because they were the ones who showed me what I wanted to be.
But then I grew up,
I guess I grew up too much.
I heard questions and false accusations,
I saw them point fingers.
Point fingers at my idols.
They said,
'Princesses do not exist,
And even if they do, they're too perfect, too fake.
Too unqualified to be real because they do not make any mistake.
They laugh at the way Aurora let a stranger kiss her.
The mock the way poor Cinderella became a Queen.
They say they are weak.
They are weak? Why?
Because they dream?
Or maybe because they're too kind and too strong?
Too honest and right to be proven wrong?
They say they are weak because they do not fight for themselves.
But the Disney Princesses I've known,
do not need armours, wands and guns.
They do not need shields and magic and ammunition.
Oh yes! They might be just our imagination and nothing real.
But somewhere deep inside our hearts, they've given us hope made us all warriors.
So the Disney Princesses are the real warriors I've known.
They are,
the silent warriors.

Whenever I see you,
My heart beats and beats,
Eyes twinkle and twinkle,
Smile widens and widens,
Ears hear songs and songs,
Legs dance and dance and dance,
And then the beats increase,
Getting louder,
Getting higher,
Getting heavier,
Getting bigger,
Getting stronger,
Can you hear it too?

My heart beat goes,
One beat, strong,
Two beats, stronger,
Three beats, strongest,
Like a crescendo,
I feel an elevation in my heart.
I feel an escalation in my heart.
Yes, I love you.
And I know that you're my crescendo.