Today,
The house was burning,
Smothering in flames.
Blazing with fire,
Brightening the darkened world.


The wrath of fires streaming,
Dazzled the spectators,
As the skin glistened with warmer air,
And eyes reflected the red tints.
Nevertheless, nothing could save.
The planks at their ends......


Everything known broke in pieces.
Melted in the heated sparks
Little by Little,
All the colors,
Turned into black grey ashes.


All that remained,
Was a wooden piece,
Carved with forever.

Can I ask you?

With vice and disguise,
Are you happy with what you are?
Inflated with pride,
Knotted with jealousy
The unknown balloon burst
With a just ***** of words.


Camouflaged beauty as you were,
Coated and polished to be the society,
Mastered were the words,
With strokes of affection,
Appreciated as I  felt.
I swam in the pits N holes
While thinking of the oceans

The deeper I tried to discover,
Shallower did you get.
Layers and layers of faces,
None uncovered to the core,
What you are still a mystery

I breathe in the pain of phrases,
Toxicity of incoherent love,
I feel the wrenching smirk,
Once which was a curved smile.

I hear the Echoes of my wails,
Strumming in the veins,
Tears were never there
But unseen scars dug deep.

In brighter days,
Darker shadow growing,
In hours,
A nightmare breeding.
You were what dismayed me,
Much more than breaking,  
Maybe a peaceful shattering .

Alone with you in a room,
We let our immature love bloom ,
As u groped beside me,
Your fragrance disturbed the calmness,
Fire blazes my innocent soul.

Ignites desperation to touch those curves ,
Bravely I glide that hair,
Touch that skin creamy n fair
Intoxicated by desire
I glide my fingers across the beauty,
Feeling your numbness,
Gulping throat,
Send magical shivers abode.

Racing heartbeats
Quivering lips
Closing eyes & blushing cheeks
Capture that instilling look in memories
I latch our mortal frames.
In the journey of eternal pleasure.

Ripples flow through the veins,
As I savor the sweetest  taste
But a mild fear generates,
Am I worth discovering u?

Do we all bleed?
Yes, we all do,
In different forms,
With a simple plead.

As a little child,
We bleed in tears,
With trivial doubts
And unknown fears.

As a writer,
We bleed in words,
Each blank page,
Engraved with inks darker

As a musician,
We bleed in rhythms,
Strumming chords to fathom,
The passion reflected in symphonies.

As a painter,
We bleed in colors,
Reality getting duller,
And canvases conveying brighter ...

We bleed in diverse ways,
For mutual reasons,
To encore unheard, unread, unseen
Piled up emotions...

I remember the smile you made,
When you tousled my hair,
Matted them in tiny braids,
And patted my head
With so many words unsaid.

I remember the time,
When you taught me to make,
Tea for everyone in the evening break
Little spoons of sugar
With ginger, boiling milk
And messed up kitchen
Waiting to be cleaned.

I remember the time,
The honey you fed,
From the fresh gardens,
Narrated the stories,
As I drifted in my dreams

I remember all of your presence,
Yet fail to collect the last,
Of that sparkling eyes n welcoming face
Were you happy to come back,
Or distressed to rely on us
Were you glad to know that we love you,
Or sad to know that we pity you

Sometimes it's best to know,
The unknown emotions you made
As deep down the memory lane,
When I comb my short pigtails,
Or breathe the aroma of tea
Or narrate the scary tales
Closing my eyes in anticipation,
Waiting to see your face,
And the delightful smile
That crept mysteriously

Imprisoned in four walls,
Latched windows,
Abandoned,
I looked at the clouds,
Starting at the perished soil,  
Burning in despair,


I Felt those rains.
Behind the dark hues,
Chaos it hummed,
Muttering through few claps of thunder
Acknowledging the agony,
As it pours itself on the motionless ground,
Wishing to drench it truly.


Little did I knew,
What subtle outburst could do,
As it nurtured roots of hopes,
And Thrived new lives,
In deceased core.
Hidden buds sprouted,
In abundant sun rays  


Drifted away was the misery,
With an aura of new blossoming's.
As the sky smiled,
Towards the singing daises,
Opening windows and doors,
And welcoming the essence of earth.
I stepped towards hope.

Few words engulfing dozens of emotions. 
Smiles covered those blushes, 
Bitterness holding hurt 
Yet ample of hidden love 

Just Like the phases of a bud
 Blooming into a beautiful flower. 
I discovered this sweet affection

Turning into a desperate passion 
Setting souls on the spark of desire  
Rekindles the thirst of a wild lover.

Once again,
On those fruitful aims. 
To behold u in those arms, 
Naked with the vulnerability of truth.  
Listen to that melodious voice. 
As heart unfurled those dark hues 

I know I'm not worth it sometimes.
To hold so pure and untamed soul. 
Yet I wanna be blemished with ur scars. 
To hold them as victorious marks 
Symbolizing all the love..
 that wants to build its way.

Don't


Give into
Irrational thinking,
Vague fears.
Express thoughts.


Into your


Speeches
Talks
Relieve your anxiety.
Expose your,
Scars to the world,
Stalwartly as triumphs.

What does it feel like.....

For all those who look for traces,
For indications,
For signs
To know what dismay looks like.....
It looks like nothing
A big blank nothing,
A nothing,
That manages to consume everything.


What does it feel like?
To look around,
Big spacious room,
Observe things, occupy spaces
Imaging it being vacant,
Would it affect anything?
Or will it just be nothing?



What does it feel like?
To hear voices,
Pretty lies and
Little rumors that resides,  
As they resonate mind with massive amplitude.
And cover the actual harsh truth
Does it damage just minor things?
Or break confidence that was building?


What does it feel like?
To search for something,
Perhaps support to cling,
Or slight hope in the surroundings?
Sometimes it could just be smiles,
Or a piece of advice.


It could be anything,
Anything at all,
That could redeem something
Of this existing dark empty being.
But maybe at some point eventually,
It would be renamed solely,
As too much of expecting.


That's what it feels like  
To move towards nothing,
As it consumes everything.

I was a piece more or less,
Unfit in the puzzle of society,
Framed and judged,
Broken and scraped,
Torn to the base.

I stood to be the thinker,
With thoughts as the mate,
As the wife is too a husband,
I kept courting with anxiety,
Maybe sometimes with fear,
Or with shame that world-acclaimed,
As the flaws of being me.

I stood there many times,
Neither to be oriented,
Nor to be included,
Just to be accepted with love,
As a poison is to nectar,
I was the toxin to them  
I was discarded and treated,
To purify the viciousness,
An be a part of the deprived fellowship.

I can't stand anymore there,
With the crime of resistance,
To not oblige with the rules,
As a cage is to the bird,
Statutes were the prison,
To my solivagant soul .

Shredded with the conclusions
I was qualified as an outcast,
Neither a human,
Nor a living being
All it was a prolonged-term
As a slave is to the master,
I was chained to the phrase.
To be always smashed,
Under the debts of acceptance.

From the deep slumbers of past
She rose.
Arising from ashes of betrayal
Dirt and dust of untruths,
Shreds of inextricable fate,
Was all left in those
Languid hands.


She stood in the woods,
Surrounded by the Ravens,
In the mystic eternal forest,
Searching for her soul,
Once lost in the,
Distorting,
Temporary World.


"How naive was I?
To search the contentment,
In the erratic chains of illusions,
But the question is
Will I find them
In my solitude?"

Within the torn books,
As old as the time
Lies an unveiled spell,
Vexing the barren souls.

Amidst this lost world,
Does it whisper its golden words,
Shining through the hazy air,
Those, who listens always finds their way.

And just with a touch of shredded phrases,
The once despaired sky will smile,
Will they see the moon listening to them
The once despaired sky will smile,
Looking the flowers bloom in joy
And listening the winds sing in rhythm,
Will they let the curse vex.

And when devoured to the last essence
Is when the glass will break,
Crushed into little pieces,
Perished to never be welded again.
There arises the dark foam,
Returning to the golden lines,  
But now to be blotted with red inks.
As the wood wails dews on lands.

What could I've ever asked for?

As I laid naked in the scorching sun,
Burning flesh with agony,
Pain to ablaze strongest cords
Deciphering which hurts most
Was its eyes?
Or ears?
Was it skin?
Or was it the throat?

What could I've ever asked for?
Lying in screeching silences,
Whispering darkness,
Looking at the light,
Craving for illumination
Will it ever reach me?

What could I've ever asked for?
As I hear the rumbling crowd,
Through the windows,
Voice enunciating,
The actual voice,
I wanted to hear

What could I've ever asked for?
As I stood there,
Speaking the truth,
Amidst the empty benches
Only to be heard by the walls.

Tell me what could I've ever asked for???