Sometimes I wish
I wasn't this strong,
allowed myself to
do something wrong,
could be whoever
could do whatever-
my heart thought
my brain sought,
but here I sit
with nothing
with nobody
line by line
writing down this tragedy.

Sometimes I wish
I could roam around
free, liberated and unbound,
be a little crazy
do some stupid stuff
say some badass things
call society's bluff,
but here I sit
with hidden handcuffs
that make me
someone far from me.

Sometimes I wish
on days like this
if I could
let loose a little
fall for a guy
fly to the sky
get a little high,
but I know I can't
why?
Because-
I wasn't brought up this way
I wasn't allowed to say-
all these things aloud and clear,
my life's dictated by fears
that wet my pillow with tears
turning my eyes red
a rebellion stirring in my head,
I wish I could
I know I should
but
I can't skid
for I am just
a closed eyelid.

Dear Reader,

If you're still reading
this isn't poetry
must I tell you this
nor it is highly literary,
these thoughts
that I'm trying
to put into words
are born from crying
for the past hour
so **** silently
that no one could hear
how I suffer violently.
The point of this is
to tell you that
if any of you has
ever had:-
a starved stomach,
a broken heart,
an empty pocket,
a rough start,
a cheating spouse,
a failed attempt,
an abusive marriage,
a parent with contempt,
a chronic disease,
a severe accident,
a temper so short,
a frightening incident,
a bully so bad,
an addiction so strong,
a grief so shattering,
a relationship gone wrong,
a house too expensive,
a child you lost,
an unfulfilled dream,
an untrodden path of Frost,
a scar so ugly,
a few extra pounds,
a body too skinny,
a loved one inside the ground,
or anything/anyone that hurt you
putting you under depression's spell
I tell you,
that you've survived your own hell
so this makes you a hero
even if you're at level zero,
if you've got no one's care
I tell you, you're extremely rare.

Thanks For Reading.

They did not clip my wings;

But made me believe that I can't fly.


Questioning my every move;

Never answering my whys.


Telling me my limits;

Darkening my already stormy sky.


Taking all my reasons to live;

And giving me none to die.


Choking on my own tears;

I drown in the ocean I cry.


They did not pull my strings;

But made me their puppet as I can't defy.

Your pretence;
Is the best offence.
Your smile tight; shoulders tense,
Your facade I can sense,
Yet your act- you do commence!
Your love for him is indeed intense;
So why ******* me with your lens-
That sees him whence,
You look at me; Thence,
Your act kills me with suspense,
And fills me with utter annoyance-
Because you fell for my twin, his charm, his innocence;
And all I’ll ever be is his resemblance;
And all I’ll ever be is his remembrance!

Your pretence;
Is the worst offence.
It breaks through all my defence*
I wish I could erase the difference;
I wish I could fill his absence!
Because he will always be your first preference.
You kiss me and then cry in silence;
Totally unaware of my mind’s violence.
And here I sit as the audience,
Seeing your flawless performance!
Our story exists because he lacks existence,
Yet he’ll live through my face, my body’s presence.
So don’t be selfless and enjoy your deliverance;
For I’ll be him so that you can end your sentence.

Please stop pretending that you love me;
When he’s the only one you see.
I’ll be whatever you want me to be;
Just be yourself and set the actress free.

The interphase of our love was sweet,
We grew, we learnt and fought on repeat!

In the prophase of our affair,
We became more aware;
Of the disappearance of our doubts.
Trust, like chromosomes was visible throughout!

The metaphase was all about balance,
Time, career and some semblance.
We appeared strong to the world's eye;
But to be honest, it was more of a lie!

The anaphase marked our splitting!
When heartbreak poems and sad songs seemed fitting.
We drifted apart to the opposite poles,
Lamenting the loss of each-other's soul.

By the end of the telophase, our fates were sealed;
Our story was forever concealed,
The new lives we built had everything new,
Yet we were one with remnants askew!


Our DNA may one day become free of each-other,
Till then we shall continue to be miserable individually together!

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One fine day as I walked to my car,
I saw him exiting that bar,
His gaze was set afar,
But mine were drawn to his scar.
He felt my stare's power,
So questioned-"Who you are?
I felt my mouth open ajar,
So I saved the hour,
Walked I to him like some avatar,
"You pull my strings as good as you play your guitar,
Its been years since you've been on my radar"
Gaped he and became ready to spar,
So I kissed him and and tasted some cigar,
He eyed me like a jaguar,
So I smiled at my rockstar,
He might find all this bizarre,
But for me it was at par,
Showed him I my very own scar,
Recognised me and remembered the day of our mar,
The story of 'our'
Shall always remain on the jar
For lovers we were crossed-stars!

We read the same, just in opposite directions,
For I had my memories and he had some reflections.
Our flaws were our identities, thence, we were always on each-other's radars;
But the black boxes failed us and turned our;
Sweet-innocent love sour!

I want a love so deep that all my shallowness disappears,
I want a love so lucid that all my doubts clear.
I want a love so consuming that all my fears dissolve,
I want a love so inspiring that all my thoughts evolve.
I want a love so pure that all my sins are forgiven,
I want a love so trusting that all my insecurities are riven.
I want a love so joyous that all my sorrows are washed away,
I want a love so poetic that it lives even when I no longer stay!

Dear Reader,

Whenever you fall, fall hard;
For someone, risk getting scarred.
He will be no Romeo, you won't be Juliet either;
So cut some slack because great stories are about neither!
Don't be afraid of one-sidedness,
Don't always look for same-mindedness!
There will never be a prince-charming,
Break-ups are not worth self-harming!
If you ever let someone in your heart,
Cherish them always as if an immortal art!
And if someone wants to move out of there,
Let them leave and don't resort to yell and swear!

Because readers, I am above oxytocin and hatred,
I am neither permanent nor sacred!
So find me wherever you can;
And spread me wherever you go!
For I am the bitter-sweet fruit of what you sow.

Yours lovingly
Love

From the time I took my first breath;
To the time I'll greet my death,
The one that'll be my fraternity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first used my brain;
To the time I'll be in Alzheimer's chains,
The one that will judge my capacity,
Is the SOCIETY.

From the time I first knew of God;
To the time I know about all the frauds,
The one thing that will be my sanctity,
Is the SOCIETY.


From my colour to my creed,
From my wedding to when I'll breed;
From my career to my passion,
From my shoes to my fashion;


Everything is all about "THEM"
But I ask you reader, who the hell are they?
Its my skirt and hence, I choose the length of its hem!
So, sigh and drink your tea because your interference is NOT OKAY.

I wondered one day;
As on the grass I lay,
Why do I play-
With words this way?

The ladybird that sat on my nose,
The dew drops wetting my toes,
Inspire the sentences to dance as I close-
My eyes, why do I end up forming a prose?

Then I sit up straight,
Bending under the weight;
Of the rhymes that skate-
In my brain, at this fast rate!

My fingers itch for me to write,
To allow this impending insight;
Come out of my core with all its might;
And help me unburden and feel light!

I look for a piece of paper,
And a pen to build my skyscraper;
That will reach the sky like water vapour,
And contribute to form a rainbow sometime later!

Alone and around;
Without making a sound,
Sit I still here and now,
Wondering- How?
I've been so lonely all this long,
Believing that it would make me strong.
Yet, I check for messages and calls,
But my phone doesn't chime at all!

The rain that poured on that day;
Made the trees wet and the leaves sway.
I stood under the shed behind the school,
Waiting for the drops to fade and wind to cool.
I shivered as the air blew my hair;
I trembled as the sounds sounded to scare.
And then when my eyes figured out a figure by my side,
My heart beat in my mouth and forced me to hide.
I squealed, I screamed, I stayed shut and tried,
To think and believe that my mind had lied.

But then he came closer and looked at me,
With an intensity that set my spirit free.
I lost the ability to form words and phrases,
I wondered was he a ghost that chases?
Because, if that were true,
I won't be able to run a step or few.
But then he opened his mouth;
And then I heard a voice that made all my blood run south!

'Its not safe to be alone in here,
The shed is haunted and you should fear'
I looked at him with both amusement and awe;
And pondered how beautiful he looked from where I saw!
Call me stupid or whatever you want reader,
Because he scared me to death not moments ago- but now was my fantasy feeder!

I took a breath and shook my head,
"I am not afraid of you"- is what I said.
He smiled an evil smile and held out his hand,
With shaky fingers I raised mine to land,
On his palm that looked so strong;
Only when I couldn't feel it- I felt something was wrong!
I looked up and found those irises piercing mine,
With all my might I fought to be fine.

For every boon there's a bane,
For every mad there's a sane.
For every love there's a hate,
For every human there's a mate.
For every word there's a rhyme,
For every emotion there's a mime.
For every ugly there's a beauty,
For every shirker there's a duty.
For every pain there's a pleasure,
For every heart there's an embrasuer.
For every belief there's a myth,
For every innocent there's some filth.
For every sinner there's a saint,
For every thought there's some taint.

There's a man I love; There's a woman I crave.
There are feelings I have; There's a thought I save.
There was a sight I saw; There was a sound I heard,
There were things to say and not just a few words!

There was a future I had; There were memories I clad.
There was a book where I lived; There was a chapter where I was killed.

But like me she was too proud to stay,
And like me he was the best player of the game we played.
She was the purest sin I ever committed;
He was the darkest dress that ever fitted!

Her beauty was a drug, her brain was my undoing,
But like all other addictions, it ended up *******!
His touch ignited my demons, his laughter filled my misery,
And later he ****** magic out of our love like one of his many trickeries.

She built me once and broke me twice,
She was the only virtue among my other vice*
He held me close and made me dream,
Then left me alone in shock and scream.
And all this time I sit here and wonder,
What would life have been with her still under!

And all these years I've been as cold as ice,
Thinking about the storm that promised warmth in disguise.
She was and will always be mine,
In hate, in love, in redemption and crime.
Her heart shall beat for me because mine still does,
Her mind and soul, her body and fuzz.
All of her has my name imprinted,
Even though she remains hidden behind her windows tinted.

My body still trembles for him,
My locks still know his fingers even as they stand trim.
My lips can feel his- every time I close my eyes,
He is still remembered- even to my own despise!

Forgetting the past should have been easier,
Falling for someone else shouldn't have sounded sleazier!
We both know who we are and whom we want,
And that is why our history still haunts.
And then there's a future we will die to flaunt,
With us, with him, with her. And that fact shall always daunt.