Words fallen from me, Stared at the sky....

I am deeper than the plateau views,
Meaningful than what you read,
More loving than anyone you met,
Caring than anyone could be.

When your hands grab my throat,
I have to walk away to the moors,
A change can only keep me alive,
To hold you when you fall again.

Words fallen from me, stared at the sky....

Friends are fun, care, love and life,
They  are the extension of myself.
They appear from nowhere on a day,
Start walking with me then to the bay.

They knock my door on break of dawn,
Sip the coffee from my half sipped cup,
They sit with me on the reddish dusk,
And dip me in the wildest hue.

They mess with me in a cracky way,
Annoy me and agitate me to a scream,
GET LOST IDIOTS for a while atleast,
And when I turn back still they smile.

My friends are the pearls I gathered,
From the ocean of my acquaintance.
They are the mirrors which reflect me,
And my existence in this  world.

"Dedicated to all my lovely friends"

'Mortal' is that beauty, perceived
With your five senses..
A proportional distribution of flesh,
On the ugly looking skeleton...
Recollect, the day we all screamed,
In our Science lab,with a shiver inside,
On the first encounter of the naked array,
Of bones those lost, once admired cover.
'Immortal' is that beauty,
A unification of 'You' and 'Universe'.

Another dawn breaks,
“Again the chilled border,
Has gone red with terror”
On my TV screen Olive green
Uniforms shaded in brown,
Lied on the stretchers,
Some still, some wriggling with,
Pain creeping to the core.

You and me being safe at home
Fought with each other, over
The extra cube of sugar,
That spoilt the taste of tea.
We always grumble, castigate,abuse,
Inside the safe walls of home.
While those fearless men,
Sleeplessly guard our borders.


Salute to those brave men who,
Forget their love and life for us,
And go back home in coffins,
Covered with a nation’s pride.
Bullets pierced their body, splashed
The warm blood, from their hearts,
Flooded in the memories of their
Loved ones, all far off.

Salute to those mothers, sisters
Wives, daughters, sons and bros,
Who surrender to their loss,
And say,” I love my nation,
And I‘m proud, that my son,
My brother, my love and life,
My dad, lived for this nation,
Lived for each one of you…"

Let’s pity ourselves, you and me
For, we forget them in a day,
Sitting in our cool, cozy rooms,
And argue over mean things
Because we have no worries,
When they are there to die for us,
Not letting us to surrender,
To the terror, fear and worry..

Love is that feel
Which you hold,
For your parents,
For your sibling,
For your partner,
For your buddy,
All these loves
Have the same base
Of deepest care.
That's why the,
Thought of loss,
Of any of them,
Drop you in deepest,
Pricking pain.

Poems are flow of thoughts,
From your soul to your body,
From your body to a  base,
Where they remain stagnant.

They regain the flow when,
Someone spares a few minutes,
To first stare at them and then,
Have a sip of them, slowly.

Then poems are a flow from,
Your soul to someone else's.
There they stir another soul,
Make it vibrant or dull.

I have stopped breathing,
A few hours back.
Doctor declared me dead,
A few hours back.

I am lying in mortuary,
Chilled in ice.
My body is frozen fully,
Waiting for someone.

I only did the mistake,
I kept a note.
When I was just to die,
"Wait for him".

When I knew it won't happen,
I shouldn't have.
Kept a last wish to trouble me,
And my hubby.

We never met outside the mobile,
I loved him,
He loved me too as best buddy,
Just in mobile.

I wished I see him alive,
To feel a human,
I wished I listen to his voice,
To feel a human

But he never wished the same,
He perceived me as letters,
A few smileys, expressionless,
He was happy then.

When I was too sick on bed,
Hubby  messaged him.
After a long while waiting,
He dropped a sad smiley.

Hubby consoled me, and waited,
Only smileys came.
And I was to leave on time out,
Hubby messaged again.

Now, I am pulled out of mortuary,
Hubby whispered with a sob,
'My love, he is too busy and,
Weeping smileys for you'.

He covered me with the linen,
A shirt I bought for my buddy,
Just before I fall sick, because
I felt he will come one day.

On my way to graveyard,
I still wished to say aloud,
Love you a lot my best buddy,
I loved you unconditionally.

At times I shut myself
In a shell of loneliness,
It's when I search for
My own existence....
It's when I feel that,
Whole world's fake...
The smiles around,
The love expressed,
The care offered....
Everything is fake
I hibernate in a cocoon...
And wake up as a butterfly...
To live for another few days...
Believing the fakes...
As they are ultimate truth...

Sometimes you stop listening
voice of your soul.....
Its when someone steals your soul
and refuse to return it back....

I too lost my soul a few hours back,
And dont know who took it away....
May be God would have stolen it,
And i am waiting to get it back....

He redefined my life,
He taught me to love myself,
By loving my imperfections,
And loving me the way I am.

I inhaled the breath he exhaled,
Being in his arms kept me alive.
I remained safe in the warmth,
Of his chest, fragranced by  sweat.

I slept listening to the lullaby of,
His heart beats....And slept,
The most beautiful sleep of life,
A sleep which never broke....

When my heart breaks,
It breaks silently...
Not letting the one to know,
You broke something.

When my eyes fill,
It fills slowly. ..
Not letting others see it,
And ask me why.....

All nights I finish off,
Sticking the pieces...
So that someone else
Could break it again. ...

I'm frozen in time,
When I'm back to present,
We'll meet again,
Till then, takecare, love you.....

People come and cross your way,
And pretend to be close to you,
Keeping their own hopes on you,
Telling you daily that they care you.

They enter slowly on your way,
Walk by your side holding you tight,
Inner aim is not to slip on the way,
And if slips and falls, can grab you.


You hold them tight and right,
Their mind read through their eyes,
Won't let them guess you know it,
You simply remain great and smile.

The rain is in, with the breeze,
Spraying water on me with care
Wetting my hair and cheeks,
With fine drops of nature’s love.

Rains make me smile, reminding
The best nostalgic moment of past,
Locking me to the childhood days,
Which seeded love to the life.

I know rain as the noisy campanion,
Of a lonely wandering teenager,
Dropping from the green leaves,
Dancing on my window pane.

I know rain as  a muscian, playing
Notes on my roof top during,
Wee hours of night, when,
Crickets are awake, rest asleep.

I love the rains, which touch,
The ground and merge to the sand,
Evoke the fragrance of Mother earth,
To heal the wounds without scars.

We were together once,
You forgot and I didn't yet.
That’s why I came back,
To remind you those days.

Knowing that I am the one
Whom you trusted in pain,
I struggled myself to tell you
“I won’t be there with you,
To celebrate the vacations ahead
In our secret whispers and laugh,
About the way we girls grow,
To sit with you near the pond
And splash the water in fun
To run with you wet in the rain,
To blush on the smart guys,
Gazing at our beauty and age
Because I got a call from God
To join him back at his abode”
Your tears dripped on me
And I nested in silence,
Not knowing to console you,
With a pool of tears within
We crossed the bridge in fear
Holding the hands in creeping dusk

It was the last time we met
And bade a goodbye in the dark

We were together once,
You forgot and I didn't yet.
That’s why I came back,
To remind you those days,
That’s why I met you again
Because I loved you so much
In my last lost life……