Indeed, it is lifeless
But it gives life to her hopes.
It is a witness;
Witness of her all time pains.
It is her friend whom
She shares her thoughts with.
She looks into a distance
Upto the place her eyes can see,
Tears flow down vigourously.
Yet, hope remains deep down the heart.
It shines;
Along with it shine her faiths,
Her faiths would have died a long ago
If it did not exist.
She gazes into its light,
It says to her,"your wait is not wasted."
She strengthens...
She grows stronger with the words.
When everything faded away,
When darkness covered the dawn of life,
When there was shadow all over,
It had helped her fight;
Fight with the pessimism of life.
To the rest of the world,
It was just a piece of mud.
But to her,
It was 'THE DIYO'
Her courage, her belief and her faith
Whose never ending light
Would provide her
A reason to fight and survive.

Battered, broken, bumps and bruises
A cracked perfection......
Still burnt brighter than the sun,
Was still as placid as the moon
Despite all unknown unannounced disasters
The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls
She had a touch of the entire world,
Even though filled with toxins and tars
Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories
Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows...
Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul
Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within  
Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin
Told stories of her existence;
Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..

He’s not mad nor a murderer
He doesn’t crave any violence
Nor his principles ask for any
He pleads, prays and bows down
No, he doesn’t have an appetite of flesh
Nor a thirst for any blood
He wants the same thing
Just like most of you want..
“To raise his families in peace.”  
Just like you all, he also exists
The difference is- his religion doesn’t
Not at least in the minds of his fellow people
A man, Just because
He chose/inherited to bow head instead of join hands,
Is forced to lay down with lifelessness
Amidst the prayers of good life and prosperity
“Is he allowed to speak?”  
“Yes or No, if he does he’s a terrorist.”
Little did that three year old
Laying lifeless in front of his own Masjid knew
His white hat would bring so much despair,
Which even a million apologies can never repair.

Swimming like a ship-wreck, walking like a dead man alive,
Annoyed, depressed and mentally disturbed
There is a lot of nuisance inside my head
I look into a world around me: a mad one, a sad one, a bad one
Which looks at me like a monster,
Puts shame on me but sets my culprit free
The rain down the windows replicate tears on my face,
No, I don’t belong there, No, I don’t!
Like a restless fish just taken out of water,
I am searching for my home back…………
But I sleep with a nightmare – I have to
My dreams break, My virtues fail
I wanted to grow and set out to adventures
But you stab me in my heart, everywhere else
It’s so ****** painful, it’s a crap, a nuisance
I am killed, I am dead but I can see you
I can see this world
My sullen face, My blood-sworn glare;
Each degree of rising temperature of my body
Every piercing and tearing of the layers of my skin,
Now, Do I cry or I die? My worth has diminished.
All my faiths have been sold for pennies instead
Ready to haunt, play with my innocence
Dominating my reality, with greed and ***** tricks
Deception, mockery and life’s harmony: dissonance!

What does Abstract look like?
I sit by the window at night,
With warm toes and a freezing nose.
Ever wondered why you like coffee so much?
So cold and bitter to start your day.
Or may be truth is bitter, isn’t it?
Or may be the bitterness wakes you up
And I have this strange feeling.
Have you not died infinite times in your miseries?
Or at least even felt like so once?
So, what does this “Nirvana” look like?
Why are there so many differences?
Isn’t it just one life that we live?
Walking on very different paths,
But don’t we have the same age math?
Aren’t roadmaps going to merge
Different boats, same ocean, same destination
Never enough! Never enough!!!
Stand tall or stand short
Well, don’t you stand on the same ground?
“Coffee” or “Chai”? “Empty” or “Full”
anywhere on this earth, Is there a place you can run?
Except for the shadow of the sun?