When I was certainly sure
You broke my faith
At the eleventh hour
When I was about to pave
My journey alone
You tracked my way
When I was going to decipher
The codes of life
You jammed me with more mysteries
I can summarise
In a nutshell
You are the one of my cacti
Who gifted me a world of hell
Thank You for this blissful present
Which had left my soul a mere barren tract..

I'm a mercenary bee with the sweetest honey
As I flap from blossoms to sailings
Humming hilariously to and fro the petals
******* the fleshy and succulent nectar
I'm flapping without lashes
The whole vast blue sky is mine
I'm an ideal applause
For the breeders dine
My community is altogether admirable
My hives are my fascinating creations
That viscous divine honey
Is my diligence culmination
I'm a scampy wee
For I'm as busy as a bee..

Luckily, I happen to be rib-tickling someone
Reviving your rare smile as I fluster
Badly, I still happen to be specific someone
That you ponder over in closed quarters
Never paying dues for my undivided commitment
Astonishingly, I find delightful and pleasurable relief
That I am still your Someone
Someone you attribute as Specific...

When shallow clouds poured
Gunnies of grey raindrops
When eclipse's darkness swinged over head
You wore your wide worn-out grin
That unbelievably ruined my picket fences
And I staggered at that omniscience
Even end of the eclipse and grey raindrops
Harshest stones and farthest skies
Bawled out
Momentary deflections waved in my heart
But the candles blew out
With a storm of wind
As you were nowhere to be seen

Why do male passengers leave their seats
For young women, youthful ladies?
For demonstrating gentlemenly ethics
Or for paying due honour
While women empowerment snores in mere wildest dreams..

You're not allowed to do this
Right, You're not allowed
Why these restrictions everywhere?
Shimmering loneliness in the terror's crowd
The world is a confined prison
In the vast open nature
Without any dimensions
Everything is strictly prohibited
In this ghastly reign of terror
The sea is full of don't's
I'm sailing the boat
With a fragile thread
Of rules, regulations and amendments
Nah! I'm not  allowed to do so..

Where are you searching me?
In racism or casteism?
I'm in every religion,  in secularism.
Where  are you searching me?
In your fate or in your destiny?
I'm in your every breath and in every need.
Where are you searching me?
In temples or in doing fasts?
Or in Hindu-Muslim sarcasms?
I am omnipresent,
In the heaven and hell
The need is just to realise
The fusion of your soul with me,
The mysterious power,  very kind
Blowing in breezes
With giggling leaves
Observing your way of life
To do something for mankind..

Surbhi Dadhich.

the shore is not visible and
the water is choppy
the sun is inflamed and
the boat keeps sailing...

"Hey! I'm not an uptight
I caved in cowardly
I truly never mind
What people whisper behind
Believe you me"

"Oh poor! Is this why you burst into tears?
And still scorching and blazing
With red eyes and firm fists
Glaring glowing sweats and *******
You're an uptight
Believe you me" never mind"

Uh..That's none of your business
Why don't you just agree?
I never freak me out to people
Whom I'll never ever talk or meet

"Playing handball might cause serious injury
What I shouldn't..I should believe
You're honest and candid
Cowardly I'm caving in"

"Hey..wait a while..hello??
Oh..you're gone
Let me confess
To be honest
I'm uptight
I always seriously sternly mind
What people whisper behind
Believe you me"...

Those mighty mountains veiled
With mist and an enchanting mat
Of wild ferns and eerie rampageousness
Saluting apart from the bowed stuff
Desperately frowned
Not a picturesque worth
Posed as the whole community
Of sand, stones and gravel
After thousands of years labour
Collision of their descendant plate
Or their kind god of land
Knitted every yarn of their unit
But everyday two devils
With their aggression and *****
Wears out every thread
Of that giant particulate matter
Dumping in crowds of tractors
To overdeveloped cities
To constructors and masons
After just three months
Gush of sandy winds led my way
To the way to saluted mountains
But once bowed land saluted
And the once saluting mountains
Were past under my feet..

Behold her
Creeping alone
With brambling thoughts
In a woeful tone
Of fatal songs
Behold her
Giggling alone
With unseen appearance
Of  comic ghost
Banned the allowance
Of friends and relations
Banned the allowance
Of even nature and spectacles
Behold her
That uncanny lass with wrath
With a frantic faith
In sorrows and misery
In aggression and tragedy
Without any illusions
Keeping them from her
Is a part and parcel
Of her satisfaction..

I think of talking you
Everyday
But you're already asleep
Today too
I think of giggling you
Every time
But you're out there
Always
I know you're tired of my
Meet you some day
Since that grateful event
But I promise
I'll finally meet you
Today..

All my stubborn perditions
Are our concluded accord
You're the devil dominant
I'm your enslaved soul
I'm just your playing product
Still I can't do nothing
Those indirect consequences
Of my oppressive rebellion
Can't wash away from the rash
Floating In your every cursed direction
Has became a god- gift
Cause I've made my life just to experience your sins

ओ मानव , तू शूरवीर नहीं
तू तो परमार्थ का ढोंग मंचन
तू कल्याणकारी नहीं
क्रूरता का बुज़दिल उदाहरण
तू तो वह विद्रोहमयी ज्वाला
जो भूल सा गया हैं मानव परिभाषा
कभी स्वयं से तूने हैं पूछा
की क्या जि़न्दगी का तात्पर्य महज जीना
या फिर सफलता-असफलता?
क्या तूने कभी खुले नेत्रों से देखा
इस धरा की नैसर्गिक सुंदरता
जिन्दगी कृत्रिमता नहीं
मोह-माया भी नहीं
यह तो स्वर्ग का दूसरा नाम हैं।

Heaven hallucinates me
Heaven of the inadvertent utopia
The sacks of anonymous pleasure
Piled over the funerals of euphoria
Heaven hallucinate me
Heaven in the invisible grain of sand
In the spattering of silvery raindrops
Banging my top vacant storey
Bursting my heart as bombs
Heaven hallucinate me
When that poor ragpicker wears a smile
When gloomy darkness starves for glittering light
The warm hugs of sun
The recreation of nature
Heaven for which I dreamt for
This isn't hallucination
I'm..I'm truly in heaven..

Darkness Darkness everywhere
Sound of skimming swallows
Night's ghostly army here
Gobble me up on my pillows.
Cries of dogs and roost
The whole world appears lonely
Except from morning till noon
It seems to be cowardly.
The world appears to be in a great commotion
When risen up
Eager to be lonely
But,  at night,  it becomes so lonesome
Eager to seek pleasure and fraternity..

Indelible imprints on the minds and hearts,
Last forever all through our lives.
Even when we want to confront,
They get smashed like piles.
Something we like the most,
Beyond every limit.
If, disliked by others,
Makes us hard to admit.
In dreams , in every action, in our faith and our life's fragrance,
Someone always lives in our hearts.
With its delicate presence,
Whether as an inspiration or an irritant,
Who extends our isolated island to vast shallow sea.
Acts as a boat without every journey is incomplete,
Just like the shade of a kind tree,
They are the diamonds among the fleet..

Surbhi Dadhich.

Bully! Look Stars are creeping with dotted veils
The Moon is hopping like waves of amusment
The clouds have forgotten their destination
The butterflies are adoring the fields
After their confinement
Pearls are embellishing the beautiful petunias
Green-blooded creatures are singing
The songs of petals scent
The whirling wind is yawning
To remould the attire of heaven
The stones are melting
With the soul of soil
The Sun is late today
The Moon is on time
The Ants are celebrating their gallantry
I'm astonished by the Nature's fallacy..

I cultivate my soulful dreams
In dark, frozen hutments
In the tearshedding trauma
In the dignified sweat of labour
In repressive impairedness
Among intangible delights
Of a repaired lease
I penetrate into a blissful radiation
Radiation of ever-lasting candles
While dreaming an unsustainable dream
Among rags and foul trash
Poverty is a dying breath
A haunted house of lows and lows
A ladder's step wherein is a deceptive delusion
What I brazenly reap
What I surrender
When generosity will prevail
When coins be miniscule
Shall I bravely reap
Yet I surrender..

Saffron blonde autumn twilight
Sparkle of sharp sunbeams
Shadows of the ardent desires
Yawning in the insatiable deeds
Saffron blonde autumn twilight
Splitting the rays of sharp sunbeams
Warmth of patterns glowing
The gold moment will soon come..

Nothing lasts forever
Love collapses, hatred evaporates
Roses shrivel, darkness disappears
Nothing gold stay
Sun sets, glaciers melt
Time flies, reputation dies
Yet time stood still
Heart skipped to a halt
Senses shut down
Euphemerality sardonically bid farewell
As I was afluttered
You siphoned off my conscience
While grinning elegantly
At the flustered me..

She sneaked in with polished boots
Carried her lateral inversion
To her " the other side"
Left behind indelible impressions
Shattered granite masks
She snapped off yet persevered
In the social, ethical arena
Utterly bewildered and besmeared
She entitled herself
" The Protagonist in Photographs"
But in the flashlights of sparkly stares
Filled with immense lustre
She was bewildered and besmeared
Adored her dull granite mask
Carried her lateral inversion
Left behind memorable impressions
Crying in the corners..

That boy with a bag on its back
Unwilling to go to school
For it's the very first time
When there will be no one to soothe and repair his wounds.
Going to start a new adventure
That may include tragedy and sorrows
He is unaware
Of his strange teachers and fellows
He'll be moulded perfectly
With basic principles and values
Art, creativity and learning
He'll be shaped serene.
May be, for you very hard to compete
But, Don't worry, All you have to do is filter all your hearings on a screen.
There are high expectations
For your future and career
You  will not have to take it as a depression
Because your parents love you so much limitlessly, crossing all the barriers..

Was it a devastated scene of road rage
Or an undesired timber of babbles
Most probably a peculiar creature with vast appendages
Yeah May be ghostly cracks of unexpected tremors
Oh! Miraculously the glass sheet shattered itself
Naah Noo Mum it might be torrent action
Creature, miracle, road rage??
Gonna fool me
Shut up and Get outta right now
No need to please..too late to say sorry..

When the intermission bell rang
A bunch of boys grinning widely
With shrewd, calculative looks
Fumbled one at front
Inquired, " Hey what's #metoo??..

I stepped into the waiting room
A frazzled girl I stared
Lying down the unswept floor
With a severe shiny glare
People passed by and by
As they finally reached their destination
The girl then stood quivering
Out of frantic frustration
Down the steps
She lost somewhere
I followed her till the very end
In the freezing night
She met her destiny
After covering miles
Spinning around for someone
Frowned and bewildered
In the storm of flickering emotions
When the moon shined even brighter
Stars died of embarrassment
I rooted her adored
Hugging was she passionately
To the most generous creation
As the flood approached
And the warmth entwined ecstasy
An unexpected reunion of two souls
And the unpredictability of lovable fantasy
I never thought of passing by
She adored me with her destiny
And so did the stormy night
With the peace of fraternity..

I break in with the initial thought
That no part of me was wrong
Even though icy coldness drapes me in
Throwing splashes of regret and guilt
I shave off goosebumps, wet sweat
My forehead twinges as pre threat
Tears trickle down yet intactly
Am I still arrogant and haughty?
Everything of me was purely wrong
It's howsoever isn't a breakthrough
Frost nights can merely convey lesson
Let's not do it tomorrow
That lean in before it leaves..

In this changing world
Where evil is dominant
I am searching for a pearl
Among the herds of dishonest.
Rules have became opposite now
Victories have became for liar
Oh Almighty! I bow
End this form of satire.
Forgetting the past principles
No one can be trusted
We, as your disciple
Pray for the salvation
To this thunderstorm of devil's gust..

Advertisements cross basic necessities,
Influencing common man's salary.
Business world provides different facilities,
From beauty items to gross products,  and even machinery.
Common man suffers,
Due to different branded products of different prices and efficiency.
Overloaded by sale and offers,
We all are running in a race of jealousy.
Our choice becomes an ardent desire,
Perfection is now what we aspire.
We are contributing ourselves to these products,
Why are we so dormant in these aspects?

Surbhi Dadhich..

"His old father might be domineering, cruel and incisive", she opined
As she applied pain reliever on the fresh wounds of the limp body of that innocent infant
"but...", she finished with bleak content
More to herself
"Am I guilty of my grievous injuries if I whole- heartedly trusted his false claims and fat lies?"

I am time, the testimony of gritty ordeals of billions of the souls of the feminine receptive energy ...

******* is the claim heart says
Of soreness silence before us
While the world rushes aloof and apart
The silence that silences engulfs
A void, a vacuum of dreadful pitfalls
Our old photographs melted in the rain
In a raging storm that wrenches the heart
In a fury of sadness and pain
A storm clustered before silence
With us , parting apart and aloof
What 's been settled is unsettled dispute then
What's been engulfed has to be estranged again..

You smiled
You were not happy,
I can see through your blushed eyes
Still you smiled
Neither willingly
Nor reluctantly
Just to show others
That you're happy
Just to give an invisible impression
Of your fake satisfaction
The reality is in contrary
To what you're posing outside
Then what's the use of this artificial grin
If it's forcibly embellishing
Your bony beauty
Why in the name of God
You can't be what you really are
Which you should
That you must
I won't hurt you again,I won't..

इस अंधेरी रात में दिए की एक लौ ही काफी है
जिन्दगी जीने के लिए आशा की एक वजह ही काफी है
जब तक तेरा साथ है जिन्दगी हसीन है
तेरे बिना मेरे कर्म कर्महीन हैं
जिन्दगी पूरी होते हुए भी अधूरी है
सुलझे डोर भी अनसुलझी पहेली है
इस अंधेरी निशा में मेरी दामिनी
मेरी जिन्दगी का वो खिलता गुलाब का फूल
जिसके न कोई साथी न शूल।

A thorn dressed like a rose
Hate dressed like devoted love
Grave grin in a well- wished pose
Rigging in the name of trust
Stepping miles away from promises
Into ghostly nightmares
Opting deadly choice among ill nominees
Still ill- fated fake cheers
Frozen in the roughness of wounds and pain
Melting with the warmth of aggression
Who committed those highlighted mistakes
I'm the victim of my fate
This is the clear conclusion..

Breathing in the cold showers
As I glared sky's divine diamonds
The stormy weather unbolted
The windows and the carpets
I gazed at the adjacent apartment
A solitary lady devoid of content
Struggling in stormy weather
Sobbing and weeping altogether
How surreal was it!
A lady with power and pelf
How devastating was it!
A lady trapped only in herself
A lady with brain and brawn
She wasn't contented and that was all
She might be cursed or sinned
Or was an accused
How her luxurious leisure life
Left her impossible to strive
Treasure may be her best companion
Till the very end
What a great pity was it!
She was well- off but what use was of money
When her boat of life was so heavy
With entertainment stuff unworthy
The boat is continuously drowning
Slowly and steadily
Someone warn her please....

I remember when I became gravely cold earlier
Your warmth of love melted it
To seek marginal doses of your affectionate hugs and humour
Yet, I think my desperation has been blunted by my avarice
For I comfort myself at the mere sight of your lipid face
Your dimpled cheek lost
Under the lining of dreadful covering
As you wave 'goodbyes' at me
'Goodbyes' that don't seem warm enough
For me to not reproach myself
And when I looked up, you seemed cold and distant
Miles and miles away...

Revenge recoils from the bitten
The hags' from hell treason
Felinity of mean girls
Smitten with bad blood
The broth brims to brook
Molecules to mountains
Too many abysmal cooks
Scarlet flags waving at the top
The biters boil at funerals
Crying in the corners..

The cloak turned over
The cloak that clouds it all
A shield against the authenticity
Last night turned over deliberately
The words with indifference
The face with unmindfulness
Shook them at the core
Yet their own hidden delusion
Struck them the most
Cruel they found inauthenticity
Critical I discovered the irony

"Oh! There growls a sultry silhouette
The dense dreary poor soul
Shadow bickering seduction
As it swing round and round
But what's guarding it?
A Lord or his own companion
Who once lived or has been living
In its own pitiful pit
It's maybe a ghost, man
Gosh! Where has it gone?
Probably the darkest abaddon
To meet its other keen souls
And then the reverberation of rifle
Piercing the peace of the jungle
Arouses the croaked verdict
Defying the dumb appeal
An innocuous incredible creature gone
A tigress along with three cubs were shot..