The sun dawns,
In variance of vibrant colors to the sky,
A mixture of colors merging together,
Like water colors in scheme,
Bright and sharp,
Giving an edge to it,
The scenic sun,
The red radiant sky,
Spreading it's rays throughout,
The beauty of the sky,
Such an enchanted sight.

Shrouded -
I lay facing the sky,
As I see birds fly and sounds of crying people emerging in the room,
This wasn't the life I imagined to live,
This wasn't what I wanted,

All I ever asked for was love,
A companion,
A family or some kind of achievement,
But what was my life like?
Perplexed and always puzzling,

I died early,
I needed more time to spend in this world,
I needed to bring about change,
I needed to rectify my mistakes,
And more over, I needed suffice deeds to disappear my sins.

Like two torn apart and broken bodies
They meet with a ******
Heaving for breath and sharing warmth-
Closing the distance between them
All despair relinquishes;
Sculpting a magentism so strong
Of a perpetual romance, unutterable.

I know I am obese,
Just please stop nagging,
And let me live in peace !

The passing days,
The dark and lonesome events,
Alone in your memories i have died internally,
Trying to put back the pieces that are far gone,
Far from reach,
The aching sights that I see,
The voices of you in my head,
Now only flashbacks,
Why oh why did you leave?
One year gone and many more to see,
To bear the days in your absence,
And cry a pool of tears,
But still you won't come back,
I understand.

Memories cut me so deep,
Rupturing my arteries,
And killing every existent cell in my body.

You have always been my first and last intention,
The way you first set your eyes on me,
Oh so memorable was that day !

Our first conversations ended in such regret,
You were leaving and I was way too late to confess,
But we both strengthened that connection from falling apart,

The way you talk to me,
You make the whole situation feel wrong in so many ways,
You escalate my heart beat and comfort me,

I feel my heart burning,
I can feel our love yearning and progressing,
With every breath and word you utter I know I feel at home.

I stand there alone,
In defiance of his act,
Weeping and crying of what I had,
Not sure how to end it all,

He stood there,
Pride and prejudiced within,
Trying to show off all he had,
Conceited and cliche he was.

I tried my best to keep away,
Following my heart,
Not being ridiculed in his idiocy,
Like the time I had once been in my past,

He pressurized in getting his way,
Ignoring the rest,
With his atrocious ways,
How sane.

Speaking of sorrow,
Speaking of pain,
My heart aches constantly for you my dear,

I have experienced deceit,
People shatter me repeatedly,
A broken trust and a lonesome soul,

My unendurable scars,
My shallowness-
Sinks me in my own depth,

Speaking of sorrow,
Speaking of pain,
My heart aches constantly for you my dear.

Before you came in my life,
My life was in turmoil,
In remembrance of the last one that got away,
My in fluency to speak about pain,
It was a mixture of anguish and aggravation for those around me,
My ghastly; preferably long and dark nights,
Where I sat on the bed to drip woe out of my eyes,
My lumpy throat,
And catastrophic burst,
Spoiled brat was I,
Dripping blood which sprang from my slit wrists,
The torturous and innumerable suicides I committed,
I'm scared of trusting an unknown,
On a relationship which is rather disliked by others,
What the heck !
The rest will always speak ill,
But it is you I'm worried sick about,
What if you do the same to me,
Like the rest of the lot did to me,
Make me love you and subsequently leave me,
That's what all do.

'Writing poetry is quite easy',
Says a stranger to me.
'Woah, woah ! Hold on there buddy,
We strive hard to pen it down,
You call it easy',
Said  I.
He said, ' What's there to do? Just rhyme.'
I said, ' If you think its so easy go ahead its a free country,
Show me what you got. Poetry is about soul,
Not about rhymes or writing songs.
It's an art and it should not be humiliated in such a way.'
After this he went blank.

They're gonna say you're not worthid,
They're gonna tell you they don't care,
They'll degrade you till you break,

You err, they'll say you're frail,
You cry, they'll say you're hopeless,
You smile, they'll say you're fake,

This is our society,
No matter what you do,
What you say,

Wherever you go,
Wherever you stay,
In love or in pain,

They'll envy you,
And shatter you,
They'll say stuff that'll hurt you,

Even if you're right,
Even if  you're wrong,
They'll judge you,

Till the day you live,
After the day you die,
They'll share their sympathies but will always portray you as weak.

She gave her daughter away,
To a man who betrayed,
As life moves on she faces many obstacles,
She misses her daughter but can't meet her,
Getting engaged to a man,
To this new and strange man,
In his home she lives with nothing but abyss.

A jolt I feel ravel up my body,
My droopy eyes shut in tire.

A poets pen is their weapon,
Their friend,
Their companion,
When in life they feel helpless,
Their thoughts accelerate their pen,
As they let the ink paint each page,
Their words are the reason they go on,
When hurt or broken,
When lonely or degraded,
Their pen smoothly brushes across the plain pages,
As they throw their heart out,
Things they can't say,
Things they feel,
All make sense,
As tears roll down their cheeks,
In death or pain,
Till the day they live,
Their words will keep up with them,
Giving them a ray of hope.

The insomniatic nights,
I would lie in my bed looking here and there,
It's like I dwell in the dark,
But now I just take a pill or two,
And sleep in traquility.

The rhythm at which my blood flows
Through my veins
It doesn't reach at halts
Commodious valves open
Giving way
With each droplet
Encased is my love
For he who doesn't care
I feel absurd and doltish in so many ways
Ever since the day you've casted a spell on me
My mind plays tricks
Uncontrollable urges dwell in my soul
Wanting more from you
But you just don't want it all
Ignoring all the love you's
And leaving me alone
What is it that I have done
For you to hate me so much
But then again
I don't have the gut to ask you this question
Because like the love you's I've wasted on you
You will ignore this question
And exterminate this query out of your brain.

Sitting alone in the attic,
I shiver as I cradle my body.
In this dark I sit alone,
Cold and scared.

I've been feeling as if I'm being observed,
This dark demon that  haunts me.
It has  left me with just misery and pain,
First it kills and then possesses my body.

I shudder to think how this evil is feeding on me,
Extracting all my memory.
All there left is my soul,
And hope that one day I'll be free.

Empty holes deepen in my heart-
needles penetrate through my valves,
and explode into streaming blood,

Being close to someone-
and then losing them is like vandalism-
or a wild storm terrorizing the sea,

Once you lose someone,
you lose a part of you that's not ready to let go,
like a baby bird without its nest,

Crying like volcano's erupting,
dying a millionth inside,
like each cell feels lifeless and stops without their presence,

'Death' you can say is worse than losing a toy or going through a break up,
It's like never having to see that person again,
Or forgetting how they look,

As time flows by,
Its becomes harder and harder to live without that someone,
Although their presence once may seem unimportant but after their death becomes vivid n' clear.

Now I've been given a deadline to write a poetry,
But you know what ? I can't :(

Seldom do I stand,
Mostly fall in my own hopelessness,
Out of desire I shed tears,
Shatter'd my heart bears pain,
I surrender in the name of love;
For what I've been seeking for,
But never sure if its true.

In a new era we have been brought into,
With children holding in their hands the secrets of the world and its dark plans,

Children that were once innocent,
Upgraded with information so vast that was once out of an ordinary man's grasp,

With the help of the internet-
The cyber savagery that can now be called has ruined our society and killed its norms,

Internet the leading hypnosis-
The root of all evil has controlled children in its trance,

Gadgets being revived,
New and better electronics being devised,

Containing apps and sites that were once recalcitrant to create,
But now are easily accessible and made,

What has become of this world?
What will happen to our future?

Our children victimized in this bewitching daze,
Will only destruct the world greatly, in haste.

O Draconian devil,
Oh lame saint.

As time passes, enemies become friends and friends become enemies. You never expect that you'd ever embrace deceit from someone you were once so close to. But then again time changes situation and the person itself.

Give me a reason,
Give me a reply,
Let us go in suit and tie.
Women from here,
Women from there,
Long hair,
Or short hair.
Never seen something so rare !

Everyone has this darkness within them waiting to be revealed
a darkness that no one can ever imagine
it takes a considerable time to trigger that feeling
for those who are away from it are lucky
but for those who know, always suffer
it is infused from the day you come to this world
and with you it exterminates
pain is what causes it to errupt
it chains all your feelings and extracts your emotions
you eventually become oblivious to pain
all you know is how your life is in shackles
how slowly, piece by piece you die out
like the incandescent light of a candle
it flickers in the darkness
and illuminates until someone blows it away
that is exactly how the life within you is blown away
your soul lifeless and you all alone

I have become what you can't embrace
a silent killer yet in decay
someone who gradually prevails justice
through words in earnest ways
someone who lurks in isolation
who lives in darkness
soaring the sky like a nightingale  
although insane yet in decay
death making my way
fighting extremes and progressions
still i falter and fade away.

Slowly and gradually I drift amidst my thoughts,
In depths and in extremes-
of an intensity, quite mere.
Could it be,
Or could it not,
the resonance of a vague sound,

From a distance it travels;
and calls me where there's peace and sanity,
Nothing less just-
The audible sounds of the wind;
Blown from beyond the coast to where i reside,
Whispering and confabulating with me,

In days of isolation or in days when in pain,
It soothes me and hums sweet melodies,
Always accompanied in joy or when in vain,
Knowing fully that I'd be deprived of a companion,
The winds call for me exterminating my despair,
Tis an endless friendship till the time I live.

People know less
about the pain that's under all that smile
the tears that are shed
and the scars and wounds afflicted by the world

a pale skin
and a heart full of anguish
how much it had to bear
how much it took to repair

the sharpness in words
how it slits the edges of the heart
like a rose garden it spreads in the soul
a heart covered with thorns, a heart once soft now cold

how much torment the body took
the touch of hunger slowly dragging me in remorse
the untold story, the words that could have been uttered before
but my frightful soul is what kept silent all these years.

I can't face people,
Or share my fears with others,
I write because that's the one thing I'm good at,
I get to express my feelings.
When I look in your eyes,
I get lost in their depths,
But by penning it down I find ease.
When I write,
It feels as if it's only me and my paper's.
Filling all the pages with my black ink.
I feel proud of my capabilities.

The ghastly shadow of the night,
Taking over me like a blanket,
Covering up my dark side,
Making it even darker than last night,
What is it about the dark?
Whenever i'm under this cover,
I feel lonesome and deprived,
The feelings of being single hit me bad,
Is this what it feels like?
To be lonely and broken from the inside,
Looking at people connect,
Their lives so blessed,
Mine, not so bright,
Getting darker by every night,
Now even the stars that spread the sky,
Make things seem so high to reach,
And dark to preach,
Is it just me lagging behind?
Or is there someone else left behind,
The loneliness scares me,
But the light of the sun merries me,
Now that again,
I write this poem as the suns gone,
I feel darker but strong,
As still there is life in me,
That's holding in that spirit,
That I now share with you,
As within the next two hours,
The sun will rise.

Let not be rebuked
by what the society says,

Let yourself spark
and ignite like the incandescent light in a dark room,

Let there be words of wisdom
let others minds be blown away,

Let not despair stab you
or the crude harsh words back you down,

Be the guiding light of your tunnel
because it's you who can help yourself,

Of tyranny and brutality
let not your pride hurt someone's ego,

Let not others deceit break you down
always remember that every scar has an even deeper lesson to it!

For so long have I kept stuff,
Hid them to myself,
So people don't see my pain,

So many times have I tried telling you,
But the words just don't seem to form,
My lips are sealed for I don't know how long,

I cried for so long,
My hatred made me wail in pain,
My dark side hidden and a secret,

I still try telling you,
But what's the point when I'm scared,
And you refuse to see the wrong,

Now I repent wishing I'd told you earlier,
Scared now to tell you,
I'll be scarred with this dark secret for life.

I journeyed and traveled to faraway lands
searching for the meaning of life
i incurred much sorrow
and poignant pain
i met new people and lost the old ones
my heart drenched in my own despair
i was lost, and i was alone
all my hope fled
but back in my head i knew my life had a meaning
and then i found you
my heart once again revived
my memories once again started blank slate
now filled with joy and restored with happiness
it is you who completes me!

Once a baby,
Now no more,
Oh how wonderful were those days,
No pressure, no hurt,

Now its so hard to cope with people,
To deal with life and make new friends,
It scares me at times,
As I lurk in the darkest places at night,

I seek for life to entice me,
For friends to suffice and complete me,
But all I ever get is betrayed,
No one there stays in the end,

Once when we were kids,
I remember we'd make paper planes,
And wait for the recess bell to be heard,
So we could play together in unison,

Once when girls and boys weren't discriminated,
When we'd all sit together and talk,
Play games all the time,
And be cooperative and nice,

Once a baby,
Now no more,
Oh how wonderful were those days,
No pressure, no hurt.

What is life?
Life is all about love and peace,
It tends the heart to cease,
People hope and dream for more,
They dream about gold,
Money means the world to them,
But, they do not know love is a precious gem,
They hope for the best,
Just like the rest,
The after life is something they do not worry about,
While these people enjoy others are in doubt,
Hopes and dreams do not always come true,
They often come and go like Deja Vu,
Still people desire,
They ask for diamonds, rubies and sapphires,
They get it but still yearn for more,
What they do not know about is how meaningless life is,
You yearn for more but never get it,
Love is pleasure,
Something that you should treasure,
Money is just something you can measure.....

Covered in bruises
a face shadowed by guilt and shame
why was I to blame?

a trail of what seemed to be nightmares
actually flashbacks of my despair
not my fault, yet I was to blame

it all started with naivety
soon reached its peak taking away my innocence
not fully but mere, yet I was to blame

if I had the chance to speak
to shed tears of agony and regret of not recognizing the criminal
I would do so, yet I'd be the one to blame

you'll never know what it feels like
you'll never know the dread and horror
a ghastly monster that resides within him, yet I'd be the one to blame!

Devastated,
Distressed,
Is what I am?

His coversations,
And lies,
Well I don't mean to pry.

Hesitation,
And calmness,
It's given me a reason to live.

Diversions,
And misguides,
It has led me in regret.

An amalgamated smell of iron and metal diffuses in the air,
As blood drips from each cut, a smile erupts the face,
Somewhat satisfied with the pain,
The hand swiftly presses the blade to the skin,
And once more marks another hurtful memory.

Love and affection has always been his top priority,
Working day and night for a living,
Providing all kinds of comfort to his family,
A very respectable man he was,
As wise as a lover,
Bringing candies,
Giving them to everyone,
His wife would consider herself the luckiest person on earth,
His attention and devotion to her was a blessing,
He was the reason that put a smile to our faces,
He lit the whole house with his presence,
His wife, his children and their children meant the world to him,
Putting in all efforts to his work,
Books, writing and family were his strength,
He would mend broken hearts,
Never did he complain about something,
Always there for everyone through thick and thin,
He would stand on his feet to support,
A busy man he was,
But never did he give up,
A man of morals,
A well known personality my Grandfather,
You will always be remembered,
Remembered as a loving husband, an ideal father and the best Grandfather !!!!!

Frustration was killing me from the inside,
My organs rupturing,
Out of control I was,
Roped by my wrists confined in,
I was disguised to extreme,
Hiding me to stop,
Vexation arises,
Making me **** mice,
Mice which scurry away from me,
One, dead,
Two, dead,
Three-
fled,
What the heck !

I asked him do you love me?
He said yes,
But it all happened back then.
Now I ask him whether he does or not,
All he says is don't wait for me for I am gone !

Looks and money don't define a personality. It's the heart that does.

Cold, windy breeze of December,
The snow blankets of January
Sharing hearts and chocolates in February
And waiting for the cold to exterminate in March
April comes along fooling and ridiculing people
And May just comes and goes in haste
June and July the ultimate breaker of heat and lethargic activities
August brings in fall, with variable petals and leaves here and there
September just like May ends in haste
Bringing spring in October
In November it dies and blows cold winds subsequently leading to December.