It began with hope, it began with a list of goals
Is this the way any journey unfolds?
Perhaps, there are times for the opposite
Unspoken until it crosses the threshold

I shall skip the happy days and why not?
The days were extraordinarily a common plot
And focus on the departure within chaos
Something one had never thought

We stayed indoors
when words spread about some of us went missing
And slept on the floors
as the blasts shook the beds and our minds hissing

We prepared to leave one day, we who had our families worried
Because any news they got, they only thought we'd be buried



The skies were denied to cooperate
So we took the road
12 checkpoints, and any bags we had
On each we unpacked and unload

Luck favoured? No, I'd say God helped with his powers
And we reached the camps after 17 hours
We were marked and stamped and off the nation
I still may remember the faces I saw
Only the ones Impatient

Routines were fixed like sunrise and sunset, like days and nights
But I counted my stay, home was not in sight

Containers of toilets in the open
Trucks of food twice a day
Inside the voices were choking
Wondering the price one had to pay

Everyday a queue would break, for food of course
everyday someone was fighting
More than 30 nations of faces
For sure, no one was dieting

I changed my clothes two days apart
I laugh now as it was the 9th day I did not bath
Though It was desert and cold and dry all along
We all kept thinking, what else could go wrong

12th night, I had it all memorized, there was a plane assigned to carry us, the listed alone
I was used to be sleeping on bare sand within a tent
But finally, it was time to come home

It was raining when I landed, a car waiting for me
And the faces glad to see me in warm blood
I only smiled I guess, I was numb and why not?
I swam beneath the flood

Life had many reasons to stop lying, and moments to pretend
Sometimes I only think,
I dont really remember, what actually happened

I used to enjoy my lonliness
It was a part of the holiness
Processing the cleanliness
Playing myself but together the game of chess
Managing the part of being alone
But its a piece of mess to handle atleast a place to battle conceeding scores to rattle the timber where I can settle, MY HOME

For the seconds or the moments to let it all out
For a language to understand or just be loud
For the one to survive with its all about
No room for a word of doubt
A leap of faith towards the possible chances
A room enough secure around you as time advances
Quite the melody played to which
Life only dances

Love has no meaning but a lota definitions
Some give opinions, some share qoutations
Reality has a boundary, love no limitations
You can accept the situations
Uncertain destinations

And love?
Deny the hesitations?
Change the animation?
Design the words and release the expressions

You?
I run into the lose of words
But keeps reminding of the bird
The sky is the impression
The unsung illusion

Me?
If you rule as the Queen of my world of poetry
Then why wouldn’t I love you
If you make me smile for a minute
Then why wouldn’t I love you

If you leave one day but still stay in my heart
Why wouldn’t I love you
I may not be able to be with you, I know that
But why wouldn’t I love you

Its okay. Right?


Love speaks to reality.

I could just deny the spoken words
But how do I deny what I see
Look how far the sky has touched you
The scars seem perfect to me

The definition of beauty might be the reflection and the refraction and summation of the eyes and the brain
The connection is surely the attraction on the actions making me insane

The actions of the tone of your skin
The biting of the lips squeezing them thin
The vulnerable heart out in the open to win
It is broken and pinned

Having all of it but I shall pretend
That there are no curtains, no end
To this play, to this epic, to this volume, to this ballad

I wish the words beg to be arranged infinitely, just to be you
Sit around every corner of the curves and the brinks of your body
And still feel strange