Oh! Heart! Silently swallow your pain, don’t let it show again!

Eyes have swelled and weakened, don’t let them rain again!

I am sure hope stays nearby! He will buy you a smile,

Till then have a fake one! I am sure it will last some miles.



I know you won’t believe but what could have been done?

How in hell, in the midnight, could you bring up the sun?

And the night is not that dark, see how the stars shine?

So, sit here, shut your mouth, don’t let me hear you whine!



I am sure Optimism is busy, got her kids to drop to school,

But heart! She is our neighbor; she will come back soon,

And I know Hope is a loner, wanders from streets to streets,

But being the foodie that he is, he will come back to eat!

And love never dies, the eldest vampire we know,

With the constant need of blood you pump where else can he go?

So, what is it you fear, bud? They all are there with you,

It’s a bright sunny day out here, don’t sit back there in blue…

When the moon is out there shining,
When the stars are twinkling out in dark,
All the emotions come bursting out of her,
Oh! how they come right from her heart!

What can she do? What can be done?
Just to see you once again,
Just to be there back in time to take all your pain,
It shouldn’t have been you,
Oh! how she didn’t have a clue!
Time heals with every settling sun they say,
But it just digs it deeper and deeper , augmenting the dismay.

She doesn’t want to be loved, she doesn’t want to be adored.
Just come back once and Shout at her once more,
Don’t show her you care,
Just greet her with glare,
But come back once like you had always been there.


With every tear that wet the cheeks under the moon,
With every regret darkening the sun amidst the noon,
Sitting beneath the twinkling stars, battling with the memories,
Thinking of how the future could have been,
Thinking of how the present turned out to be,
She looks up in the sky, with blurred vision,
With hope that someday  she would find you in the light,
And lovingly whisper -Good night dad, good night.

Nightmare number nine.


I dream of Utopic world,
A world without sins and crime,
Without a shout or cry,
No ghosts haunting the nights,
Will that world sustain?
A world with no pain..
A world so perfect,
That you wouldn’t enter in it again.
.


Ironic, I laud sadness,
I call a beautiful dream a nightmare..
Weird sounding thoughts, weird creepy madness!
But a day needs a night, a night needs a day,
To get more closer, one needs to be away..
So, how will it sustain?
A world with no pain…
The world without paradoxes, a world without mistakes,
A world so perfect, that it gets too close to be a fake.

How a good is good? If there is no conflicting bad?
How can one be happy? Without once being sad?
So, when everything is perfect ,
When everything is fine,
I know that I have entered in my nightmare number nine.

You tell me I am pretty, that I am beautiful,
And if you are trying to be playful you even call me hot,
But I know, mother, I know who I am,
Those things that you tell me I definitely know I am not.

I don’t know myself, I don’t know what I can do,
For I have strength to do anything, to touch the sky,
You tell me all these things, mother, you tell me “I ‘m proud of you.”
But I know what I have done. I know what I have not. What is it that makes you proud?

                        Why can’t you understand, love? Why wouldn’t you believe?
                        For how long would you hate yourself for what you are not?
                        Skinnier, smarter, more beautiful, & other things that have you deceived,
                        Why can’t you see what you have?  Why would you wish for everything you are not?

                        I know you think I just say things to soothe you, to make you feel better.
                       What others say to you is truer than whatever I have, to say..
                       But they don’t know you the way I do, love! How can you blindly believe?
                           Don’t let your world fall apart, for the reasons which aren’t real,
                                   Don’t curse your fate for the things you need not have,
                                      Don’t let their words hurt more than it already has,
                                           And whenever you will lend me your ear,
                                              You will find me whispering in them,
                                                  That You are beautiful already,
                                                      That You make me proud.
                                                          That I mean it, love.
                                                              I’ve meant it,
                                                                 Always.

The flowers bloomed, blossomed and then quietly shed off,
their petals cringed and wilted to show that they were crossed,
“Why can’t we stay here forever? Why should we kiss good bye?
We could forever spread the happiness and the hues, why do we have to die?”

“ Nothing lasts forever” the roots calmly replied,
“They loose their importance if their lifespan is multiplied.
A day of merriment, a week of celebration and then the years of ignorance…
And then comes the painful period of unintentional intolerance.
You win only after you have lost, you are missed only after you have gone,
It’s a sweet irony but sometimes it’s the separation that strengthens the bond.”