Does a poet write only when he is sad?
Doesn't think so
But have heard so

Does a poet write only when he is upset?
Is writing a way to escape
From the world that hurt you a little too much?

Does a poet write only when he is depressed?
Why is his happiness not penned down?
Why is his prosperity not shared?

A poet doesn't write only when he is sad
All feelings, all happiness, all emotions
All of this is written

He writes when he is happy
He writes about the nature
He writes about everything and everyone

Poems are not always meant to be sad
They contain hope, love, peace
And so much more

There are days I just wanna quit,
Throw it all away and crawl back into bed,
Cry out loud till its all clear and clean inside out.

Daily I try, to be a better me for you and for me,
Dragging myself from the sheets of comfort that cover me, I fight,
I fight everyday for the strength that helps me stand.

It's not easy, I'm barely alive somedays,
So please be kind to me, Atleast on those days let me be kind to myself.
It's not hard to be kind, is it ?

When you don't understand yourself
When you start hating yourself
When you compare yourself
You start to deteriorate

When funny comments hurt your heart  
When beauty and wealth matters  
When others opinions weigh you down  
You start to deteriorate  

When impressing others feels important  
When sacrificing your comfort doesn't hurt  
When you forget to live
You start to deteriorate

I have a crush
But I daren't let the world know

Born from within me
It will die within me.

She bled not through the holes in her,
but through the lines she wrote
She let it all out
emptying herself of pain,
devoid of emotions
The paper took it all from her,
her true companion
listened to her all day long,
comforted her,
and finally was burned in the fire
along with her own blood.

Each time I came crying towards you
I knew you could make me smile
And you always did
Even though you didn't have answers for all my questions
Even though you couldn't solve all my problems
Just knowing that you are there is reassuring
Thank you for being a doraemon to this nobitha

Why do all my poems sound like a cry for help?
Like iam so desperate for someone to come and save me
Is that normal
Or have I become abnormal?

Talking to you on the phone,
drains me out of energy
And puts me to sleep
making my head hurt,
making my tummy ache,
its paining all over

It drains me , drains me out
way too much

Makes me want to cry ,
makes me want to hear sad songs
like u haven't caused me enough sadness
Cry with me will you,
sing with me will you,
after all that you have done

It drains me , drains me out
way too much

Iam sick but you can't see it
Iam tired but you can't see it
I can tell you but I can't show you
I hate life
I hate myself
Hence i hate everybody else

Iam angry, Iam upset
Iam frustrated beyond my limits
All of this takes control over my body
Shutting me out from everyone else

Iam trapped in a shell
That I built for myself
A shell that has unbreakable walls

I lay there in peace
Waiting for someone
Who can break the walls
And pull me out
From my own delusional world
Filled with pain and distress.

I belive we were meant to meet
If not today then tomorrow
If not this week then next week
If not this month then next month
If not this year then next year
And so on....
But someday somewhere we were meant to meet.
Meant to be each other's comfort
Destined to be each other's best
Made to be each other's forever.

The longer it takes for you to fall,
Deeper will your fall be.

It feels just so empty inside out,
So blank like a new book,
Empty pages left to be filled up

But the ink doesn't flow,
The pen refuses to write on it,
Not only is the book empty, its too old to be used

The pen doesn't wanna get *****,
The book tried its best to get filled,
And that's enough knowing that it tried its best, nothing else matters.

Oh dear world, hear me preach!
You asked me what are we, Let me tell you
There isn't a word that can summarize us
We are best friends,
We fight together, dance together, party together, play together
We steal glances, the world becomes air when we are together ,we hug, we steal kisses too,
Friends don't do that,
But we aren't just friends,
You aren't just a boyfriend too
We aren't just a gay couple like the world calls us,
We are each other's best partner, each other's home and comfort,
Each other's everything
Now tell me a word that explains it all
I couldn't find one in the dictionary
So we would rather remain in a no definition-relation
Than one which doesn't do justice to it

Never saw me cry they say
Never saw me feel pain they say

I do cry, I do feel  pain, yet
Iam unseen and unknown

I dont wish to pe praised
I dont wish to be loved

All i wish is to be known
All i wish is to be acknowledged

Friends and family surround me , yet
Fear of faliure taunts me

I rather not fall
I rather not feel fragile

If I do, Iam not supported
If i do, Iam not encouraged

Love for present , Hope for future
Lots I need , but dont have any

Lend me a hand
Lend me a heart

Because my hands are full
Broken is my heart

I have no inner peace
I think to take it for lease
From someone who is at ease
To lend his peace

A life without peace
Is lived to please
And to pacify
Someone and not me

I can get my own peace
Only when i will be able
To peel the packing
Thats covering my outer face

When i have no peace
I become peaky
But now all i want is some peace
So as to get a good night sleep

Aren’t we all hypocrites in one way or the other?
We all say we should respect other
But we make sure to call them mad or crazy when we find out they are different from us
When we find out they do things differently
We judge easily,
We criticize easily,
We make fun easily,
Not caring about how the other person might feel
Yet we claim to be the most respectful
We call others hypocrites when in reality we all are hypocrites
Aren’t we?

She searched for answers
When all she could hear
Was questions

Questions that move around
Questions that kept her awake
All night she sat

To find answers
That never exsisted
All she could find was

More questions to ask
Herself and others
But again she was not answered

Doubts accumlated
Trusy broke
Hatered grew

But the little girl lived on
Only to find more questions
Which are still not answered

From 17 to 27
She jumped to find
Emptiness and nothing else

Expectations not met
No comfort
No love

Emptiness grew
To be a big hole
That consumed her whole

Not knowing
Not acknowledging
The little girl lived on and on

You have no right to hide
When I have no right to know

You have no right to shout
When I have no right to talk

You have no right to command
When I have no right to plead

You have no right to hate
When I have no right to love

Its unfair
But when was life ever fair

The nation called itself secular
But I was born with a religion
tattooed on my forehead

Being a female they said I have rights
But because I was a female
I was abandoned

As a human I have the right to live
But I don't remember
The last time I felt alive

Does my hunger and agony
Pain the one who made the rights?
Would the abuse thrown at me

Make me a victim
Who can atleast claim
For her basic human rights?

No rights ever written down
Showed men to be the one
With crown and honor

Yet, I was put below his feet
To be violated and humiliated
Where was my rights


When I was locked up
Away from the light of knowledge
Away from the world of wisdom


In a little cage with bars
That do not bend
Rights always existed
But they were never right themselves

They fought
I don't know for what
Its been years
I saw them love
Hatered was all I saw

I  never knew
How to stop
I dont know it still
Its too late now
To do what I never did

They gave me
Right to choose
But did not let me know
What to choose
And from where to choose

I don't feel
True is their love
Compromise is life
For them, I think
But I don't know the truth

Tell me not
To return
Something I never got
Love is not what I want
Some care would do

When I was asked
What values I learned
At home, I stood still
Without an answer
To yell back

Is it my fault
I never thought
It could be
Richness seems needless before
Families with peace

Can I ever
Regain the unity
We once upon a time had
In what  I call
My home

Nostalgic I feel
When I turn back
To see the  days when
We never had
Internet in our house

Those were the days
I loved , what a peace
What a love we had
But now all we have is
Horrible silence

Using words I sew up that hole I found in me.
The hole that has been wrecking havoc and turing things upside down.
Will that be enough this time?
I have always done this and I know no other way
To pour out the pain, the grief, the guilt, the regret.
But nowadays even the words don't come out of me.
It's so hard to even pen things down.
It's so hard to say what I am feeling.
What will I do when the only way I could throw a fit has died within me?

They knew it was hard
But they still kept pushing
When will they realize
That I can't even breathe anymore
I have nightmares
I no longer live
Will they stop if I go away
Far away from them
Will others be saved?
Is that the only way?
Please show me other roads
I don't wanna leave yet

My anger is killing me
Its destroying me day by day
Not only me
But also the ones around me

Words go out of control
Tongues go beyound words
I step down into the deep valley of depression

So unique is my anger
That it lasts only for seconds
or minutes
never beyound an hour or day

My life is changing day by day
I never know
When this anger of mine
Will push me down into the darkness

From where I can never come back again.

I don't remember the last time I wrote,
Wrote something good
But isn't all that's written and
All that will be written good?
Maybe this is what it is,
What they call a perfect example,
Of a bad writing.
Is it so?

Everyday I try,
to pull myself out,
of all the trauma
the lies you told me caused

I thought, rather I believed
I had moved a lot further
from all the scars your lies left
Looks like iam wrong

Entirely evidently,
I was wrong,
Cause it still hurts me
Way too much than it should

Even the smallest
of small lie hurts me
deeply and badly
Unable to breathe I struggle

Makes me wanna see you,
talk to you never again,
ever again
So please don't do this

Don't lie to me
And if you ever do
make sure to never let me know
cause I would hate you too
as much as I hate lies.

Simply put
Its just you being you

I was afraid not anymore
You control me no more
Your claws don't frighten me anymore
Iam no more trapped in you
You have no right over me anymore
I fear you no more

I miss her
More than I should
More than I usually do

No she isn't dead
Just far away from me
We never had the best relationship

But we were close
When we started becoming closer
Its time to seperate

Yes we have stayed seperated
But i always knew
She would come back to me

But this time i feel lost and lonley
I talk to her daily
I tell her about my day  

But its not even close
To how it feels
When she sits there

On a chair in front to me  
Ready to listen
To all my blabbering

And yes this time
I really miss her
And wish if she was near.

I have done nothing
Nor have I achieved anything
Worthy of being praised

I feel empty
Like I have lost myself
My body no longer belongs to me

All I ever do is breathe
What if I stopped breathing

These thoughts fill my head
They have taken control over me

Give me something to do
Something to hold onto
Something to live for
A reason to breathe

If you can't respect my happiness
Please walk out
Iam happy to see you leave
I hold no grude
I take no offense
Please just leave
I have nothing more to tell
Nothing more to show
Yes you were important
But sorry I am more important
So please just walk out
For all I care.

As I weave a wave of surprise for him
I could hear my heart accelerate with excitement never seen before
As though it had been running a race
It beats as if it would explode of emergency

2 years apart
Still close to heart
A shoulder to lie on
A hand to hold on
Endless stories to share
More movie nights to come
Outings being a bliss
Combine studies becoming an abyss
Hoping for wonderful days
And amazing people to be a part of your life ahead.

How could you call me that
An introvert you say,
Just cause I don't talk to you
How crazy of you to think so?
My never ending blabber will surprise you
But it's not for you to listen to
My words and my voice are for the ones that's I want to share it with
For those who build that comfort wall around me
How do I speak to you,
When I feel so suffocated just sitting next to you?
My heart running miles and miles everytime you utter a word
My throat going dry and hands sweating tons
Now tell me is it my fault that I don't talk to you?
Is it my fault that you call me an introvert?

She smiled to hide the sorrow behind her eyes
The tears that never got to roll down her pale chubby cheeks, if they ever did she said they were tears of joy
The truth behind them, hidden
Like a predator in camouflage

It was easy to find
That her smile was just a cover
That hid all her wounds
But none dared to look more into it
None cared for they all fell for her silly act
The smile that hid her pain

The smile that hid her agony
Behind it she hid herself
Now when all the pain is gone
Her face no more twitches to smile
Unable to share her joy and happiness
Unable to hear the sound of her laughter

She goes back to being sad all over again.

There are days when she calls
And I just don't wanna talk
There are days when I wanna talk
but she doesn't
I just realized maybe she gets tired too

Tired of being a mom

It hurts when I breathe,
Like my lungs no longer wanna take air in
It's painful, it hurts, even when I lie down
Dark circles won't go away,
Pimples and acne just doesn't leave,
Legs ache, they gave up on me
Tummy growls, in hunger or anger I am yet to discover,
I am loosing hair, I am loosing my mind
Skin too dry, yet not dead
Most of all my heart feels too heavy,
Like my entire weight is balanced on that tiny little flesh smaller than the palm of my hand.

That's what I was for them,
a doll to play with,
a doll to throw away when unwanted
and take back when needed
I got angry,
they pretended to be nice,
I let them do what they like,
but again they made me the doll
Never was my feelings considered
What feelings could a doll have,
they might have thought
Not their fault cause I stood there,
for years being their doll,
even when I could have ran,
I didn't
But now I am going to,
I no longer will be the doll,
go find a new one to play with and throw around

I did it first
She copied mine
But hers was better

It ******, it felt terrible
to see her get all the credit
Maybe it was just jealousy

But still it hurt!

They love to see you cry,
They would sing praises for you
and jump around with joy.
But only until their thirst is quenched
and belly is filled.

They all pretend to love your tears,
Until the moment they realize
you aren't gonna stop soon.
Why are you crying, They would ask,
Don't you know your tears bring us pain?

When your tears overflow,
They would curse you out for your existence.
Some would beg the heavens above to make you stop,
Some would cry along with you,
Clever ones find a way to sell the pain you caused.

And if you suddenly decide to stop crying forever,
When you realize its not worth wasting your tears,
You will still be cursed.
You will be condemned for the attitude you put up,
You will be criticized for the lives that you destroyed.

Still there will be some,
Who would try to please the Gods to see your tears,
Who would make news out of your unshed tears.
Lives are lost either way,
You will be blamed either way.

You can choose a middle ground,
Cry until when you are needed to
and then stop when they ask you to.
But the tears are yours alone,
So should be right to decide.

The agony in me
Enough to burn a being alive
Enough to turn hell over

The pain in me
As a truck passed over me
As I have been stabbed all over

The hatred in me
Capable of cursing the one who gave me birth
Capable to taking my own life

When will it all end
When will I be set free
From this world of pain and misery
From the hell that pretends to be heaven

His grip so tight that it left marks on my skin,
that's been pale for as long as I can remember
Its now the darkest shade of red,
as dark as it can get.
I should probably be searching
for a way to escape, But here I am standing still
like a statue bearing all that pain,
unable to find my voice,
unable to regain my strength.

Dear love
You gave me warmth
In the cold rains of August
Covering me in your strong embrace
You protected me against the wind,
the thunder and the floods
You were the beautiful spring that bought joy to my dry winter
You were the sun that went down
So that I could watch the moon glow
You were everything I wished I could be
You showed me stars in the August sky
My August has now become our August
You have become a part of my own day and night
You have become a part of my hours, minutes and seconds
But when the winds started to become unbearable for you
You left me to tend to myself
Still I wont complain
I wont curse
I wont grumble
Thank you for giving me
The love of February
The heat of May
The cold of December
All in August
Thank you for being my August love

A love like yours,
Platoinc yet peculiar,
Withered and yellow,
Soft and mellow,
Fallen with time,
During its prime.

A walking disaster,
I was named
From birth, it's all I ever heard
They feared being with me
What if I pull them all down with me, Cause of this cursed luck of mine?
Anyone who ever came near said the same

You were the first who asked,
"Will you ever be you if you changed",
Instead of the usual words they threw at me, that cut straight through my heart
You bandaged that bleeding heart and held it tight,
Within your strong embrace

With you I was no longer a disaster
You told me I am so much more
Than what they all ever said
If that's true, then why did you leave me too?
Was my bad luck too much to bear, that you had to runaway from me without even saying a goodbye?
Didn't I deserve a goodbye from you atleast?

Miss your hugs
Miss your touches
Miss your consolations
Weren't you ever tierd
hearing me complain,
Cause thinking back
I realize that's all I ever did
Iam sorry I never asked
How you are doing
Iam sorry I never complimented
When you shared your success
Iam sorry I never cared
When you cried for support.
Iam sorry mom
That I never said I love you
Even though I have never loved anyone as much as I love you.

The gold of her ring
The silver of her hair
The cries of her children
Nothing stopped him from hurting her
She didn't complain
when the light of the world left her
in complete darkness
Loneliness consumed her
This world gave her back
for all that she did
till the last moment
before she lost her breath to death