What is your story, old man?
You lie in bed, shuddering
Do your kids burn their eyes?
Watching you suffering?  

What is your story, nurse?
You’ve witnessed every ail    
Are you too weary of deaths?
Detachment over pain?  

What is your story, lady?
You’re a pile of tubes and veins
Did life get too ******* you?
Dying from old age?

What is your story, doctor?
Try to treat and repeat
Is it all a tirade of situations?
Is normalcy too far away?  

What is your story, child?
Tear-stains cover childishness  
Is the reality too sobering?
Does it overpower happiness?

A poet would live in a hospital
Where there are lives to discover
And stories to be shared
Which may be left untold forever

Fluttering fireflies
Why is it so hard to say goodbye?

A new girl
In a new place
Lonely, yet to be loved
But what if there's no love
What if I lose myself in the hatred
Then, then, WHAT of the outcome?

The present is merely like fireflies
Whipping wings in the dancing sky
But not long after
They will be gone
Engulfed in the empty spaces, forgotten, forlorn

They said there was karma
That everything bad you did
Eventually came back at you
And she thought he will suffer
That he will be a broken heart  
Just like she was after rejection
But he didn't cry like she did
He didn't die a thousand deaths
He didn't sink with his heavy heart
He didn't suffer from karma's bet
Instead he smiled and glowed
And held hands with his dear one
He was happy, for ****'s sake
But she, she was still alone

As she was sitting on the station
And reading a book in leisure
All near her were pacing around
Waiting for some train she was unaware about
They pulled and packed their luggage
And walked with no amount of grace
They paced here and there
Calling out again and again
But she, she didn't give a penny
She didn't buy this unjust space
She was in her own dimension
Not caring for the mediocre state
And when she looked up for a glimpse
She saw everyone hurrying away
All packed and going in life's train
Uncertain of destiny
Living up to someone else's aims

The world seemed desolate
My presence was distinct
Away from the dissonance
In my captivated reveries
I ponder over the scent of truth
I ponder over imagination
I ponder over patented origins
Of the bird of poems
I drift my vision towards the sky
In search of poetic poetry
I look for a surge of light
To convert it into imagery
I watch the stars twinkle and shine
And I try to trigger my memory
An eerie emotion, deep and dark
Breaks my rapturous reverie
I pen it down on the sheet of my heart
With myriad refrains and rhyme
Here what you get on the sheet
Is the power of poetry entwined

You're my second half
You're a part of my heart
And I'm sorry, but I have to go
Like we all do in life
But I know, against all odds
That our love will survive

The old big brown tree
Was a symbol of love and humanity
In it's last years
It was leaf-less and shriveled
Like old grandmothers and grandfathers
Left alone and abandoned to rotten

Dear world,
I am a woman, immaterial
I am life itself personified
But behind this exterior,
I burn like a thousand suns
I rage like the devil inside  
I have loved ones
And ones to love
I have a past and a present
With memories that make me
My feet are strong, grounded
I have a spine of dignity
I do not bleat for dominance
Protection or misuse
I am human, skin and bones
Rights to be treated equally
I look forward at the future
With willingness to learn
I long for things I admire
That I will earn on my own
Without any rule-books
Or terms and conditions  
I want to pace the horizon
Chasing freedom and serenity  
I want to live in a world
Which allows me to breathe
Completely and fully
Sincerely,
Woman

I don't get **** sometimes
It makes me feel dumb and incapable
I wish we could transform science
So it wouldn't feel like a burden

Where is the spark of learning?
The prime aspect of education
Formulas, calculation, books
At the end of the day, I feel like nothing is useful

Fluids, kinematics, gravitation
Atoms, molecules and electromagnetism
Phylum and classes of plants and animals
Calculus and relation and function

Sometimes, I feel like maybe I'm just better off at poems

I remember when I was 12
There was this really cute guy
He had the most perfect hair
And the most amazing smile
I felt this connection between us
This little spark of attraction
And I liked him so much
That I named it was love
But day after day passed
And someone asked
'So you like her?'
'Nah'
I was broken
'Why?'
'Because she likes One Direction!'
'What if she didn't?'
'Still, not a bit'  
'Why?'
'Honestly, she looks like a pig!'
And there I was
In a broken hearted barn
In the mud of insecurity
As a filthy creature, darned
I could cry, I could wail
But I held myself and slept
Dreamless darkness seemed
So much better than the real
And when I woke up
Just for a moment
I thought it's all okay
But then it struck me like a lightning bolt
Everything came crashing down
I hated myself so much
For being so fat, ugly and hairy
For how I looked and who I was
For my skin and my very bones
And from that day on
I let him define for me
My being, my beauty, my value in life
And love, how it'll never be mine