Today you have
the power to hurt.

Tomorrow you will be hurt.
Time will turn the tide.

Nothing always remains the same.
The high and mighty have fallen too.

History keeps reminding
again and again.

You didn't ask questions,
never waited for any answers.
You only assumed,
accused, abused, humiliated—
called me a stalker.

Why can't problems be solved
with a little patience and understanding?
A little kindness doesn't harm.

We are the ones with words—
we should know better
what words can do.

I am not made of stone,
my heart bleeds too.

Life has turned gloomy now.

Poetry is my only light.

I share it with the world.

Once kindness you showed
Now there is only hatred
O, how time changes.

Once you gave me

wings to fly,

told me I could

touch the sky.

Why everything

changed so much?

Why did you

burn my wings,

brought me back

down to your knees?

To accuse someone without knowing

the whole truth is a crime in itself.

Dark clouds come and go,
but the sun always stays.

Yet every dark cloud manages
to leave behind a scar–

one that even the blazing sun
can neither erase nor hide.