I am the one who wears a scarf around her face , while walking in the dark,
The one who gets affected by your ‘harmless’ words and remarks snark,
But, you won’t recognize me, won’t even stop judging me for saying this, that’s for sure,
So, let me introduce you to myself, hello there, I am your victim, the one who is insecure.

I am just a servant, a worthless one, in your powerful, popular , betraying regime,
Just someone negligible, created by Him to make you laugh, not even worth your ‘precious’ time,
An anonymous personality, you call me a *******, fat ***, ****, *******, an emotional fool,
I am the one who gets punished without committing a single crime, without breaking any rule.


But, you won’t recognize me, won’t even stop judging me for saying this, that’s for sure,
So, let me introduce you to myself, hello there, I am your victim, the one who is insecure.

You will never treat me as I am , never think of me as a human being,
No matter how hard I try, to ignore you, to befriend you, to you, I will always remain a funny thing.
But, when it will be your turn to offer flowers on my grave, free of scars which will be, as well as pure,
That will be the moment when you will look at others and exclaim, “Oh, what a pity,  I knew her, wasn't she the one who was insecure?”

We all try to keep away something from prying eyes,
Something we always hide, pretending to be nice,
We make other's opinions our priority, ours go for a sacrifice,
And no one can exist freely here , there is always a price.

We think we are civilized, in every way, we are better behaved,
And we assume that we are the best, the reason humanity is saved,
We don't realize, that due to our doings, the path of evil is already getting paved,
The truth is, we are indeed humane monsters, and destruction is what , by us, is craved.

We might have been angels, guiding others, helping them to grow ,
But, we choose the darker side, the seeds of evilness is what we sow,
We might have avoided the wars, the battles, the endless bitter rows,
Yet, we ignored the consequences, and the devil inside us, now keeps us on our toes.

Even though we serve the devils inside us with limitless devotion,
The angels stay on our side, support us, as they are a Divine creation,
They slowly whisper to our conscience,"Let there be, inside you , no friction!"
The real you, is the loving spiritual being, that humane monster is all but a delusion.

Let us not hide the loving, caring and affectionate being , behind the masks,
And always remember, creating , not destroying the path of love, is our task,
The stream of affection and divinity is right beneath us, let yourself, in it bask,
Get rid of that humane monster, and let us live without fear or pretension, and survive till the very last.

You look broken- hearted, teary eyed at the covers of a magazine,
With eyes wide, you exclaim, "Oh my! I will never be such a beauty Queen!
"Oh that pretty face! I would **** to be her!" ,you begin to wish,
A second later, you let out a sad sigh, rating yourself a mere *******.

But why is it, that your own reflection , you hate?
Is it because of what you see everywhere, a beauty that is fake?
Did you forget, oh my pretty little ,insecure thing,
That you are His creation, a beautiful state of being?

Are you insecure about the whites and reds that ,
covers any 'beautiful' 'perfect' women's face?
Then, what is your say about that genuine smile,
that needs no make up, and improves your grace?

Are you scared , because people throw accusing glares at you,
The ones that accuse you, of being a person of words few?
Then, wouldn't you like to answer them with your eyes,
pretty as always as they are, for they even speak out volumes?

You sob to yourself because you are not the 'Size Zero' type,
and because it is the latest trend, too much of which is a hype?
But, what about those noble hands, and a loving heart,
That you are gifted with, for love is what they impart?

It is true that, beauty does count for something in life,
But, why to achieve something superficial, should there be a strife?
All you need in life, oh my pretty little, insecure thing,
is the inner beauty, that spreads love, my beautiful state of being!

There is always some change taking place in the world fragile,
      In the vivid search of change, seekers run errands, from mile to mile.
      But, if only those innocent, blind-like eyes , the truth could see,
      That, a 'change' is always present around them, for the 'change' is meant to be.


      A change is , when a sunrise turns into a golden sunset,
      When a dry piece of cloth pursuits a drop of water and turns wet.
      Change is when the green leaves turn red , depart from the tress and fall,
      So, a change is which occurs reccuringly, for 'change' is the nature of all.


    A change is when a heartbeats of a happy heart stops beating,
    When that good ol' friend who waves at you every morrow , stops greeting.
    A change is acknowledged , when the frown on the face turns into atleast a weak smile,
   We call it a change, if it occurs in our lives, every once in a while.


  Even though , one day, the legs that dance endlessly , stop moving,
  It is the ray of hope, and the hope for a change, that keeps us going,
  Change is when a frightful night turns into a lovely, sunny day,
   Because, "Only change is permanent",is what our 'angel elders' say.

The swings and the stress
with you being around
when life was a mess
everything is still so fresh.

These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!

The Judo, and the Snake and Ladder
were only the 'games' that used to matter
And what you did to make me smile
when my dreams used to shatter!

Glad to realize that we are still the same
the jokes that we crack are still the lame
And I know that when you are my friend
there is nothing that will make me feel ashamed.

These are the memories that I fend
I'm just proud to be your best friend
I get to walk with you, hand in hand
I'm just happy to be your best friend!

Body covered in the tattoos that are red,
Lips quivering, trying to speak the words unsaid,
The desire to exist has been latched,
Every ounce of self confidence and esteem has been snatched.


You begin to imagine that your life is over,
and that there is nothing left, to be savored.
You begin to say that you are going to lose this game,
and 'loser' will be soon be an addition to the list of 'those' names.


But sulking over the hate is never an option,
Just a friendly reminder, that every problem has a solution.
Do not decide to end your story with the hate you get,
Stay determined, fight for yourself, till the last breath , and rise above the hate.

There is no doubt, that there are going to be moments , when you will fall,
When 'they' will laugh at your failure, and you would want to end it all.
But, why not muster the strength to get up on your own,
and stitch, over again, every ounce of what has been torn?


It is now near time that you start to smile genuinely again,
because you do deserve the respect that you need to gain,
So, change your mind, get stronger, for it is never too late,
Promise me, promise yourself of starting it all anew, and rise above the hate.

There you go, breaking my heart,
There you go, tearing me apart.
Accusing me of an uncommitted sin,
Celebrating,over me, your imaginary win.

With a whole heart, I had loved you,
We were always one, now you separated us in two.
You ousted me from your heart, saying the love was an illusion ,
Were you speaking of the same love, which was once unconditional?

There you go. leaving me alone,
There you go, reasons now unknown.
Without uttering a word from your lips,
Leaving me to bear the silence's whips.

Breaking the first rule of our love, the trust in it,
There , on the mighty throne of betrayal, you sit.
And you assume yourself as the one who was betrayed,
By the lady who made you her everything, the lady, whom you now degrade.

There you go, without any answers,
There you go, changing into a naysayer.
Releasing me , at last , of our shared love,
Of all the sadness, smiles, hope and woes.

In the moment when I shivered in the cold,
      I saw him smile.
      Oh, it was nothing out of the box,
      It just gave me the much needed warmth.

      It stretched endlessly from one end to the other,
      It flowed breaking every barrier.
      Oh, it wasn't that unusual, you see,
      It only made me miss a heartbeat once again.

     I saw his lips dance to a happy tune,
     My eyes lingered there for a while.
     Oh, nothing went wrong with me, you know,
     I just found my own lips moving to the rhythm of his dance.

     It was a simple smile, that occurred on a winter morning,
     The one he smiled, that one.
     Oh, I was not even that near to him , you see,
     But , the beauty of the smile did completely encompass me.

That which surrounded me,
was a mix-and-match,
of surroundings natural,
and man-made.

It seemed to me, as if,
a bleeding angel of nature,
was compelled to,
arrive in a modern day crusade.

Your heart, my mind,
And all those words, written on sand,
Your smile, my eyes,
And the look of love, with gestures nice.

Do you ever miss those moments?
Do you ever want to relive them?
Do you want to fight, so that the hatred survives,
Or do you want to fight the world, so that our love grows?
Tell me, what goes on in your head,
while you stand there, and fight the war of love!

Your hands, my skin,
And the motto of, 'You win, I win',
Your soul, my words,
And all those days, when we were free birds.


All those times that we've been through,
It's all a blur now, except for a moments few,
I recall the time, when we used to be each other's shield,
Now, we stand against each other, fighting on a battlefield.

The hands that used to caress my skin,
Now has a sword , pointing at me,
By each passing moment, we lose in our victory,
We are both our own saviours and destroyers, He said , "We are meant to be."

Dying at your hands, won't ever regret I,
It is the act of killing you, which I shall live to repent,
The war of love will ruin you and me,
And without you, life will not be the same one which I had wished to spend.

Tell me,

Do you want to fight, so that the hatred survives,
Or do you want to fight the world, so that our love grows?
Tell me, what goes on in your head,
while you stand there, and fight the war of love!

So they said, that we cannot be together,
And you said your goodbyes ,
So they ruled, that we will be apart forever,
But I think that they are all lies.

Because you and me, me and you,
We are not supposed to part,
Even if the storm arises, out of the blue,
You will always be the beat of my heart.

So they said, that you don't deserve my affection,
And you hesitantly agreed,
So they declared, that false is , for each other, our passion,
But I say, our love is a book, they can't read.

Because you and me, me and you,
We are not supposed to part,
Even if the storm arises, out of the blue,
You will always be the beat of my heart.

For them , I am their honoured Queen,
And you, a mere Rank,
So, loving you , with all my heart and soul, is a sin,
But, guess what, without you, my life would become a blank.

I don't care what they think about us,
Whether loving you is right,
For the ones who judge us, I am their Bess,
And a Bess , never gives up on a fight.

Because you and me, me and you,
We are not supposed to part,
Even if the storm arises, out of the blue,
You will always be the beat of my heart.

Is it my soul doing a somersault?
   Or has the time come to a halt?
   Or is it the moment between us that feels amazing?
   For your's is the only name that now I can sing.


  Is it the moon tonight, that looks more illuminated?
  Or is it the heart of mine, that feels the need to be felicitated?
  For there is a peaceful light , glowing all inside and around me,
  Or is it, that love is the light, just like it is meant to be?


  Is it something really beautiful about this normal season?
  Or is it my lips, that have decided to keep smiling for no reason?
  Is some lovely pleasure allowed to the human beings in this way,
  They they get the privilege of the cold, shining stars , on a scorching day?


  Am I affected with a disease which has no cure?
Or , is it a mere illusion of mine, that is devilishly pure?
One last time, allow me to ponder over this , for now,
Is this a feeling, that the mortals name it as, love?

If books could speak,
Would they speak to us,
Of love, peace, wisdom,
Of happiness and humanity?

If books were a mirror ,
Would they show us,
the reflection of hatred,
destruction as well as evil *******?

If books could predict,
Would they predict a tomorrow,
That is an epitome of goodness,
Or , the one that symbolizes a downfall of mankind?

If books could switch,
Would they agree to be us,
For a day, or would they,
choose to be themselves?

For, despite their monumental silence,
they are bestowed with wisdom, unlike us.
For, even though they are mere pages filled with words,
they are much more than the almost extinct human virtues...

I searched for it here,
I searched for it there,
But, I never found anything,
From which, I was scared.

I scanned for it, in the sky,
I scanned for it, on Earth,
There was nothing, I was scared of,
Be it, of any might or mirth.

I asked for it , to the angels,
I asked for it, to the demons,
None could help me out in hell,
They said, fear doesn't exist in the heavens.

At last, when I got tired of the search,
I thought, I should take some rest,
When I laid down, and reflected upon myself,
I realized it then, I had found one demon at it's best.

I kept on glaring at the devil, inside me,
I saw it feeding itself, by eating me up,
So much hatred, it filled me with, all this time,

It then dawned upon me, that I had been doomed,
And with the first tinge of fear, I gulped.

Twinkling stars,
Illuminated moon,
Just me and them,
staring back at each other...

Careless chuckles,
Reluctant teary eyes,
Just me and these emotions,
and their unexplained outburst...

Dark skies,
Flight of flights,
Just us and the moment,
fading into an oblivion...

But this is what,
this night is all about,
about me wishing to be,
where I will finally be rid of,

The desire,
The pain,
The suffering,
And infertile hope,

Where everything will be,
peaceful,
calm,
beautiful,
homely....

I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*We will be happy together.

What a mere irony it is,
that grievance follows ,
the attempt of mine.
to be something that,
would please you the most...

What a mere irony it is,
that smile flourishes,
on my face, like a rose,
when I become someone,
that you label insane...

Once I transform,
into something ,
undesirable for you,
you would reject me,
like some unwanted trash...

But, a single reflection,
standing on the,
other side of the mirror,
would convince me,
the guilt of disappointing you,
did not perish in vain....

Too old, I am, to think that a falling star can fulfill a beautiful desire,
Too old, for sure, to say a few words of senseless thoughts, perhaps a satire.
Too old, for certain, to believe in tales of magic, in Cinderella or Snow White,
Too old, maybe, to lay on he bed and think I am one of them, at midnight.

Too old, they say, I am , to chuckle childishly over not-so-funny jokes,
Too old, I suppose, to dream of finding my dream gift, inside a pair of socks.
Too old, I realized, to feel the tickle of my love's fingertips, on my wrinkled skin.
Too old, I know, to expect anything at all, from all those 'trusted' kith and kin.

Am I too old, though, to not fill the sky with balloons big and small, blue, pink, green and red?
Too old, you think, to jump up and down with my best friend happily on that spongy bed?
But, do you ever get old enough, to not sing your favourite songs in the shower, without a pause?
Old, old enough, to not dance freely around the house and imagine a round of applause?

At times, I ask myself, an I too old to believe in things magical or great?
My old, tired heart, flutters a bit, when to hide from reality, I find an escape.
Am I too old, I ask sometimes, to feel all those alluring things once more?
I don't think, that one ever gets old enough, to become a kid again, to the core.