They were kneeling in front of Him to ask for forgiveness.
He liked their prayers so much that He took them straight to heaven.

They'll cry at your birth but not your funeral.
Don't worry honey for they don't know your worth.
They'll stop you from learning yet call you dumb.
Don't worry honey for they are themselves illiterate.
They'll cage you in and blame you for being a pet.
Don't worry honey for they are not birds as well.
They'll call you a **** while they'll have too many girlfriends.
Don't worry honey for they are all hypocrites.
They'll **** your dreams and call you weak.
Don't worry honey for your stronger than they think.
They'll wed you off without asking your consent.
Don't worry honey for they'll surely regret.
They'll take away your voice and call themselves right.
Don't worry honey for barking dogs seldom bite.
They'll break you down and collect sympathies.
Don't worry honey for God is watching silently.

And if you ever wonder, Why me?
Don't worry honey for they do it all out of envy.

All the great men talk about the wrath of God
but only a few dare to mention His love.

"teach me how to love you and I'll be a patient learner."
he whispered helplessly as we stood under the streetlight
which was flickering just like his heartbeat.
i stared at the moon behind him
trying to tune out my thoughts and ignore
all his pleas.
like a magic crystal ball, the circle in the sky
showed me my future with him
in a blink of an eye.

and though right there, looking at him
i wanted to love him back more furiously
yet
i walked away without looking back
for the moon had showed me
the tragic end
before it could even begin.

There is a cup of wine in this barren dessert
But this world prohibits me to take a sip
I am a thirsty man, it gives me pleasure
But in the state of oblivion, I have sinned.

One sip of wine is what draws the line
One sip of wine is what makes this world decide
whether I am a pious person, sliding down the shiny pearls
or a drunken lover, whirling in circles.

There is no name for the union of fire and water
They just create tales about the two poor lovers
And when they unite, evaporation is only witnessed
Instead of the state in which they both enter.

Such is the working of this wonderful Earth
Where seeing is believing, and believing creates Trust
Whatever is veiled, does not exists
Such is love, a long lost art
And this world is lacking artists.

She made him paint with words again
And he used those words to dig her grave.

I see all these people around
broken, trying to fix
themselves in different ways.
From drugs to
stranger's bed.
Everyone is busy in
fixing themselves.
They succeed in hiding the scars
in the daylight
but little do they know
that the scars glow
in the darkness of
drunk and lonely nights.

He asked me to write about him one night
while we were on the brink of jumping into the dream land.
"Write like its the last thing you'll ever write for me."
he whispered as his lips provoked the passion inside
and I promised, sleeping in his shadow like a child.

Three months later,
I wrote about him
for the last time.



*Goodbye.

Hanging onto the life with grey hair and wrinkled face.
She proved the world that nothing could steal away her grace.

Tonight I am wandering like a drunk in the streets , honey
hoping to find that shooting start that brought you to me.

In the street where every kid was wearing a costume for Halloween
Little Mike was in his regular shorts and tee.
He rang the bell and looked up at the horrific looking lady.
With his innocent eyes fixed on the box of candies
He cheerfully sang "Trick or Treat"
She leaned in and asked, "Well what are you dressed up as, sweetie?"
He looked at his feet, "I am the worst kind of monster, Mrs. Lauren.
I am dressed up as a human being."

My head hurts.
Take a pill, they say.
A pill or two more
if the pain does not go away,
A pill.
A pill.
A pill.

And pills is what I have taken
all my life
every time I had a headache.

I want death to reach out for me
in the most romantic way
but
take my soul after
making me suffer and beg for it.

You ask, why?

So that when I meet the Lord,
I can tell Him that
you weren't the one
who had hurt me the most.

and i sometimes wonder who will win the war, my head or my heart, when i'll see you again after years.
my head opens its case by saying, "you don't need him cause he left you."
whereas my heart closes its case by saying, "you need him cause he left you."
and somewhere between this trial
i lose myself to my heart and mind

She asked me,
"Do you still miss me like before?"
I sighed, "No."
And with that said, I lit up another cigarette to smoke.

she hid herself under the white sheets
while he followed her scent out in cold streets.

I want someone who can make me
feel better than I do
when I write poetry.

"What did she taste like?", they asked him after his first kiss.
"Dark like her words...."
That's all he could whisper as he drowned deep in abyss.

i read a poem that he wrote a few days back
and i realized how no one understood his words
i wanted to tell him that i still remembered his scars
i wanted to tell him that i knew whom he wrote it for

with every rhyme that he had knitted,
with every full stop that he had added
i knew exactly what he wanted to share
i knew exactly what he wanted hid in layers.

his poem was nothing but a cluster of words
that felt like a secret message to me.
his poem was nothing but a confession at 2 am
that felt like a desperate and helpless plea.

Does it make you look better in the mirror?
Or gives you a peaceful sleep at night?
Do you taste power and glory on your tongue?
Or does it add up to the mountain of your pride?
Does it make you feel powerful?
Or wins you the treasure of the world?
Do you achieve the freedom to do everything?
Or does it make you indestructible?
I am trying to understand how it feels to be a man
I am trying to understand how this is supposed to be
Are men something superior than the humans?
Or are they the humans only?

How many more? I ask you, how many more?
How many more are we going to sacrifice?
How many more vigils will we light?
How many more poems will I write?
How many more of my country men will die?
How many more hash tags and black displays?
How many more have to pay?
How many more coffins will we lift?
How many more? I ask you, how many more, ******!?
When will this end? When will this stop?
How many more tears will turn into blood drops?
How many more? I ask you, how many more?
Please have some mercy, have some mercy oh God!

On a cold night he sits at a side of the road
covering himself with torn newspaper silently praying to God.

"Dear God today I was lucky after a very long time.
I found a penny alone like me so shiny and bright.
I looked around and took it knowing it was wrong.
But I was starving for so many days that I even lost the count.
I felt proud as I entered to buy rather then searching bins.
It felt as if I own this world but please don't consider it a sin.
The happiness of holding that penny in the hand was the best ever.
I got a little selfish and didn't thought to share with others.
I thought to save it but couldn't control and bought a sweet.
Ah! It tasted much better than rotten meat.
I licked it a little and saved it in my pocket for the whole day.
It even fell in sand but I couldn't just lose it that way.
I was so lost so excited that I forgot to thank You.
But now I realize that I should share my feelings with You too.
So many things to sorry for but I'd thank You first for making me so lucky.
When I opened my eyes this morning, I never thought I'd find a penny.
Rather than asking a comfortable night I wish to be lucky again.
I wish that tomorrow at the same time I won't be hungry again (Amen)."

The angel had me in his arms safely,
As we made our way down to the world.
He caressed my cheek and smiled at me,
"You're God's most beautiful creation, little one."

I opened my eyes ready to live;
Feeling that I was something special.
But the disappointed looks made me cry,
"Oh well, it's a baby girl."

I looked around to find that angel,
But he had left me and flown away.
A man came and consoled my parents,
"It's okay, must have been a bad day."

Since childhood I am always labeled
On every step of my life,
"You're a burden, the unlucky one."
Every time with that, I was buried alive.

It's the cowards who can't accept the fact
And uses a woman for his desires.
They hide their faces when their daughter is born
While they feel manly beating up their wives.

I don't need sympathy on being a woman,
I may look delicate but I am strong inside.
I spit on their cursed faces and thoughts
**For I am a woman; the symbol of pride.

Tonight I am sitting around the fire that I lit
by burning all those poems I wrote for you.
And I swear it looks so beautiful as the flames
touch the stars just like I thought
my words would touch your heart.

My body does not mind you leaving
cause it will find someone else
to fulfill it's hunger
and will forget you eventually.

But

My soul has been mourning since that day
cause it cannot be touched again
by anyone for it will lose
it's purity.

I found myself crying for you again
It hurt a bit differently this time
I might forgive you someday for breaking me
But I am sure my Lord will never do the same.

you don't understand my words
but still i am okay with that
i don't need your consent for writing
or thinking or speaking what i want to
you cannot silence me or stop me
or even try
i was born to write
and i'll die doing exactly that.

last night, i lost myself in the darkest of the places
in my mind which even my demons avoid
i stepped in the alley and couldn't find my way back
i ruined everything, turned it all into a wreck
you tried to help me but i pulled you instead
i am sorry my love, i didn't mean to hurt
but i had no control, it just happened.
look at me once and you'll see
i am a ticking bomb, you deserve better than me
this is my place, the dark hole in nowhere
i can't let you live here along forever
i am selfish and i don't want you to leave
but you can't stay here, understand it please
run away, run away before i drag you back
run away and forget this awful place

and I cried more than you ever loved me.

I have seen people fall in love and die in love
they look beautiful, they look satisfied
even when in pain, they look at you with smiles
I never understood the mystery behind
until I fell in love, (yes I did once in my life)

I fell in love when I wrote my first words
I fell in love when they formed into a rhyme
I fell in love when I read it again
God, I swear I never fell more in love
than I did when I began to write.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you darling
I am not an easy person to love.
I am a ticking bomb
that can explode anytime, anywhere
so it's going to be really tough.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you my love,
I may love you back to the fullest
but one day
you'll wake up
and you'll see a stranger in your bed.
A stranger who will make you
hate me
for the same reasons why
you want to fall in
love.

if you ever see me again, in some market or a street
don't try to come near, i might have already moved on
i might be having a good day, i might be more happy.

if you ever see me again, in some mall or a shop
don't try to talk to me, i might not respond to your hello
i might not acknowledge your presence, i might not even look at you

if you ever see me again, in some restaurant or a cafe
don't try to look at me twice, i might be with someone else
i might be in love more than before, i might not even remember you well.

if you ever see me again
just smile and move on
like you always did.

Loving each other was like being in a war.
So I gave up when I couldn't hurt you anymore.

The hate is smoking my soul tonight.
I am trapped in illusions and reality.
I cringe as the thoughts invade my mind.


*I never wanted you to leave me.

Life is short. That is what they all say. We all are going to die, someday. It’s all true. It’s all okay. Imagine that stranger girl you meet every day in the bus stops coming one day. Imagine the guard you see every day on the gate stop being there one day. Imagine the class’s loser disappears without anyone knowing. Imagine your cranky neighbour stops coming out in the street one day. Imagine the people around you start disappearing one by one. Imagine you lose someone close to you all of a sudden. Imagine you are left alone with no friend, no stranger, and no loved one to give you a shoulder. Imagine. Just imagine once.
Now imagine again. Imagine smiling at that stranger girl you meet every day and making her smile back before she dies. Imagine thanking the guard you see every day on the gate before he dies. Imagine helping the class’s loser before he disappears forever. Imagine not shouting back and forgiving the cranky neighbour on the street before he leaves everyone. Imagine telling a close one that you love them before you lose them all of a sudden. Imagine you are left alone but with memories, peace, and satisfaction of doing the dead good in their life.
We tribute the dead, we cry for them, we remember them, and we love them but we never seem to care about the living. We never make them feel that we need them until one day we lose them.
Imagine. Imagine again. Imagine one day you die. Imagine if you had not been nice to anyone who would show up on your funeral? Who would shed a tear and cry? Imagine how would you feel leaving someone with harsh memories and words that cannot be taken back? Imagine will your soul be at peace knowing all those people you have hurt? Imagine will you wish for another chance at life?
You have a life, right now. And so does the people around you. Imagine before someone dies.

They told me it's a cruel place.
I should keep my voices down.
They trapped me in this cage
Asked me to not flap my wings around.
Suffocated, I began to bleed
My words out on paper
Which now the world reads.


*You can never imprison a writer.

please, don't lock me up just to keep me closer to yourself
it's spring outside, i need to dance and live and grow.
i am a seed that is capable of producing the finest roses in the garden
but give me some room to breathe before i wither and dry out.
you can pluck the flowers i give and make a bouquet out of them
gift it to someone you love, i would never care to know.

(I)
In the lavender field
holding a white rose
Placid visage
I was laying all alone.

My mascara had not ruined
And bun was also perfect
Some scent of strawberry was lingering
In the air, from my lipstick.

I was wearing the velvet dress
which I had saved for that day.
When everyone would be crying
And I'd be all gay.

So darling tell me again
When you see me on this bed.
Do I still look beautiful to you
even after I am dead?

(II)
In the lavender field
Holding a white rose
Puffy eyes
I was all alone.

I had not shaved in ages
And my tie was not perfect
I could still taste her lips
That regular strawberry lipstick,

I was wearing the black dress
Which I had worn that day
When we said our vows
And became one again.

The lavenders prepared her bed
As I laid her down to sleep
I wiped my tears and whispered,
"You always looked beautiful to me."

I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.
Holding my regular cappuccino topped with foam milk
I stared blankly into the cup hoping something to cross my mind.

The aroma of the coffee reminded me of some blurry memories
And the dark brown color seemed like the color of his eyes.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

The warmth of the cup that gave me chills yet comforted me
were a proof how everything went back to him every time.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

The bitter sip traveled down my throat with
a pinching effect but it felt so *******, to my surprise.
I sat there in a coffee shop, alone on a winter's night.

I licked the last bits of the foam from my lips, oh that delight!
I smiled to myself as I placed the empty cup back on the table.
I sat there in a coffee shop, satisfied on a winter's night.

On nights like these, I find myself wandering
like a drunk and lost person
to find love
in the abandoned streets and alleys.
With my heart ripped out and the taste of liquor
stinging on the tip of my lips
as I knock on the doors of strangers
hoping someone would take me in
just once
so the fear of being alone
can disappear from my mind.
Sometime around midnight
as I lay covered in the unknown sheets
a thought hits me from nowhere
like a meteor hitting hard.
What words will the winds carry around
about me in the town?
But I smile to myself to think
that the winds are no different from me.
Going places just to find
some place to feel
wanted.

Oh Madam Honk,

It's autumn again
And how I desperately wait.
It's been months, please return
As you did the last autumn
The leaves are falling down
Like my hopes, with passing days.
You were the spring I cherished
Oh! It's autumn again.

I felt like the first day in a new school. Strangers surrounded me as I walked in the halls of that unfamiliar place. At one side, I saw girls in groups, applying make up on their rotten faces. On the other side, there were guys who were scratching their skins to remove the burnt marks of kisses.
I shivered to see that sight. Everyone around me looked so ugly. Some of them had curse words tattooed on their foreheads while some were tortured badly.
At the end of the hallway, I entered a room. I coughed as I felt smoke rising inside.
"Where am I?" I managed to ask between all the coughing. My body turned numb when I heard a whisper, "It's hell, darling."