There was a knock
Knock to the doors
My mind unaware
May be closed
Awarded or ashamed
A creature put to blame
Voice silenced
Just because I, a girl
Brutal in minds
Who or where the shine
Darkness gallops
Birth till death
Don't mourn
Don't show
Given a chance
Will you not prove
You too are the one
Brutal minds
Dealing deadly crimes
I, a girl
Am to be blamed
For a girl to be
I avoid too,
To bring..
What's the difference
Between you and me
I, a commodity
For your eyes to see
Your grievous touch
Has set me free
No matter
What show
Everyone knows
If not belong
Your family
I, a mere commodity
Call me now names
Mother/sister/daughter
Brutal minds
Your eyes still seek
To snatch and kill
My innocent laughter
Award me
The Woman of the Year
Brave courageous spirit
While deprived share
Of liberty, not-a-bit
How many hearts cry?
Who are still dry?
With news of rape
Sensation grows
Are they sympathetic
Masks hide practice
Where's the fault?
Upbringing of both
Indecent cures
Glamour, of course
Burn such
Materials and methods
Set them ablaze
Literature/cinema/any dirty gaze
Demolish towers
Motives behind their praise
Scaring you,
For they have powers
Called demure beings?
Beautiful, hot things?
Answer to them with
Defense skills
Give yourselves such wings
Carry courage to face
An odd, when rings
A victory flag
No one will give
Create yourself
If want to live..
Bitter stings
Perfect
Efforts to organize
A waste
Cheated or cheating
Same feeling
Remains
Power hurts
Crushes
Pains
Will lead to
Death
Dry desert
Thorny bushes
Awarded
Goes on
Accepted
Existence of air
Sustains vibrations
Mine as well as yours
Their journey in turns
Straight away burns
Unaware of power
Were you there?
Vision beyond vision
Felt beyond feeling
Touch beyond touch
Senses undefined
You say,
Can hear me?
I feel,
There's more to it
Beyond conveyed
Deception or welfare
Failed mathematics
Science of spirits
I wish to,
Grow beyond it..
Writing waits..
At the far corner
Searching space
Looks here and there
Almost everywhere
What to hide,
Before feeling subsides
Why this steal,
Scared to unseal
Why not flow,
Not letting go
Where's a blow,
Another way to grow
Something's unfair
Prevents to share
Why not dare,
Expose bruises bare
Bars fail to break
Darkness ahead
No star to guide
Laws to abide
Now,
What to write?
Truth,
Ready to bite..
There's a grown up man
With soft funny gaze
All's not funny though
No matter all praise
Every time I face him
He tries to embrace
An inner warning suggests
As discomfort ablaze
Here comes for me
A resolution this year
Next time he does so
My voice I'll raise
Do you too,
See him around?
He escaped those slaps
My hands that mapped
Whose face was wrapped
Who wandered in search of
Knocking down a crack.
No one dares maybe
As he hears no plea
Threatens all he sees
Unaffected hardly by
Any passing decrees.
His most deserving deeds
Ever changing creeds
His moods his shows
With uncaring attitude
He comes, and then goes.
Inner tears do follow
He pities self or others
Doubts exist to swallow
Unrestricted somehow
His ways are allowed.
Every thing he does
Cannot be displayed
For what comes out
Seems as if pre-played
Left as laughing stock.
Dark thoughts do scare
Falsity felt in his prayer
Made up lies boldly sold
I've bought all from him
Kept in store as if some gold.
Always to remember,
I thought for once
Was it love sans glance
Oops, falsely, wrongly for
The stranger..
How much do I know?
As much as you show..
That too,
Only when to the places
I've been shown to go..
Now, tell me..
How much do you know?
Your a mischief monger,
I do know..
Absorbing the whole of
Gossip show..
No doubt,
For your abstract skills,
For a later twisted grand show..
Without knowing even,
You attack my privacy..
Ethics is not your word
Channels tuned to needs..
While fools are those like me,
Expecting the unexpected,
To hear and see..
All the while knowing,
Movies are inspired by life,
But, life's not a movie..
As appreciation ran,
In sprayed showers..
Amusing proximity,
Was it rightly called?
An advancing trouble,
Concealed in clots..
A sure shot disclosure,
What it brought?
Oh, so much gratitude,
Believe all not..
Overall it left,
A bad taste in mouth!
Asked the one who could see ahead
What waits next tell something
Apart from worries of earning bread
Struggles have left the scene
Faces smile full of beam
Ample of sunlight fills the room
Windows are tall with floral falls
Winds escape a song through them
Well, that is what has always followed
I've brought such scenes to my home
Even if I had bare wealth to follow
Wet soils sing to the melody of swings
Vibrant hues sway the clouds that bow
Chirpings spread to fill yearning ears
What more to ask when moods mellow?
What looks like fun may turn out sour
Beware your ways you lose the power
Keep a record of doings every hour
Your thoughts scream while I see
Throwing you down from fantasy tower
Grasp one truth that's the whole truth
Kindness though good can harm you
Agony brought will remove you soon
Climb your own stairs made each day
Make them strong by self will and pray
Torments before touching will go away
Tears rolled down these weary eyes
As he blessed and went his way..
Pinching words scattered in the way
Ask me will you accept us
If we pray
Life bends now and then skipping often
A beat or two as if paying
Some tribute away
Who has all one can never tell while
Gaps in between carry empty cries
Being mocked time and again
Where's mercy, love, charity they say
They are all life's games all play
Their eyes closed to dismay
Move forward to lay bare their souls
And see them how they betray
Battered badly how they scare away
Buried deep not seen such wounds
Their futile attempts don't stop to stay
Void holds voids in a concurrent display
Will you still play?
Let me pick the ends
of messed up strings..
Meshed laces with
illusory seams..
While hearts dishonored
throw cautions of fling..
Brightness with flaws
coaxes,
Sing-sing-sing
Yeah somehow,
A feel of happiness
this surely brings..
कुंठाओं से शिकस्त,
कब तक ?
ग्रंथियां ये बेड़ियाँ,
रोकेंगी राहें,
आखिर कब तक ?
कूप का अन्धकार,
मेरा है।
इन परछाईयों से,
सरोकार भी,
मेरा है।
भ्रम और तृष्णा,
का ज्वार,
हाँ वह भी मेरा है।
किसने गुंथा ऐसा
संसार, जिसमे हर
दुःख, हर पीड़ा,
मानो सब मेरा है।
दूर छोर इस कूप के,
इक बूँद रौशनी की,
बदलती निराशा;
इक दिशा आशा की ..
खींच लेना है खुद को,
इस तमस से ..
अंतर्मन स्वयं,
संबल सहारा है।।
When I look from above,
all seem equal,
all small.
Doing mundane jobs.
Earning to save.
Some hoarding,
being money's slave.
Some slaves at hands of
poverty, corruption,
war and inflation.
Huge buildings e'en,
too small.
Seas just pools blocked.
Green n' brown matched
with the blue sky.
Every day thousands die,
thousands are born,
to laugh n' cry.
The most talked about
and least acted upon,
a feeling called
Love;
Overpowered by
Hatred of sly.
Thousands of words
in many noted books
spread like ripples
in ever flowing brooks.
Still none could explain
its perfect meaning
to flourish n' grow,
used as a bait to hook.
From above,
it's love that makes
the universe glow,
its beyond a show.
Our earth on its axis
moves day n' night
under warmth of
the energizing sun
with
Love and hate
on an unending
war, each has its
turn to have
lost or won!
Heavy grey dreams
started my journey
of sleep when I
had nothing in my
mind to sweep
Shy outpourings
waved at brink
pleaded me to
rethink before I
allowed the flow
of my ink
I assured them
with a blink
Its nothing but
a life's strong drink
It asks me to link
with the rest of
the universe with
a sound knowledge
that I may
someday sink
At a far distant
corner of this earth
someone sees
dreams of pink
Dreams float
in the air when
we're asleep
Their interaction
with each other
may bring colors,
I think
Last night,
I stood at the highest
peak pleading a lady
to stitch some cushions
lately, she refused
leaving me confused
What I was doing
with stitches n' threads
those colorful spreads
when I ought to be
on plains to get
mended those
broken window panes?
Dreams can take one
anywhere when the
need is to just sleep
and wake up early
to perform fair
Dreams, after all
are dreams,
providing material
for poetic themes
In my case,
they badly fail
Through dusty roads
and narrowed
stinky lanes of
a historical city
she took me
to an old building
not letting me know
what went her inside
She left me outside
while I waited
for it seemed
the longest periods
of my ever waiting
for anyone in my life
Then I saw a rusty
old iron board hanging
outside making things
a bit clear,,
an astrologer's place!
On the way back
she asked me to stop
at a place from where
she bought an idol
for worship, as I
stood listening to
mourning cries
coming from inside,
for a mother whose
only son of two months
in need of treatment
died!
A mute spectator
failed to see God
anywhere,
those dusty dingy streets,
an astrologer's place,
woman who made
an idol for worship
The world moved as
ever
unstoppable
for anyone
on those busy
dusty roads
Unknowingly
as I stood,
saw my tears
flow!
What went inside,
who understood?
Sunday summer afternoon
Internet opened with
No important mails
Facebook charm fades
Not much it says
People have lost
All craze
Pressing keys on
The keyboard
Hands did shake
What else left
In this life
Why I fake
When nothing
To write
All mistakes
Repetition
"Are you still
being disturbed?"
No smile leaves
This place
As ponders the
Last post
With in between
Many breaks
All same old
Faces n' their families
Day to day incidents
Clouds call outside
Green paths nostalgic
Bicycle takes to
Roads less traveled
Nothing to seek
No one to speak
A solitude
Temple stands
In queue
Bells no more
Steps broken long ago
Shattered door
Empty floor
I sit letting myself out
Minutes pass
I wonder
How long this lasts
I thought it ended
Why am I chasing aghast
Death, my wish
An only wish
Wait for it
Long for it
Till then
I ride again
To watch n' play
My feeble role
While my heart
And mind both
Tear my being
Apart!
For days
Turning into weeks
Then touching
Almost a month
Standing at the edge
Hoping
Someday
I'll swim
Not drown
Hoping and hoping
How long
To hold a hope
And stand
Holding an edge
Self interrogation
What can make me do
Really do
A thought
A person
A thought of a person
What
Who/what
Who can inspire me
A single name
I reflected and thought
Most hurtful being
Always distant
Not to be seen
An unfulfilled dream
Now I knew
Yes,
For one
I cannot bother swim
I can drown
The next moment
I laid my being
For the thought
Of one
As if I'll never
Live again
Ready to drown
Who cares
Even if forever I die
And that thought
Turned out to be
The initial step
The first step
In the way of
Swim
And made me realize
I can die
Really die
Without
A second thought
For someone
And that name
Turns out to be
The first step
In anything
Nearer to death.
I take a walkway
Thoughtless
Asking nothing
Answering nothing
Walking
Looking ahead
Sideways I see
Just see
To feel
I'm free
I affirm again
For,
Inhibitions are
My own
No one can
Put me down
Unless I allow..
Thoughts waited
For entry
As I was silent
And thoughtless
I was happy
Further I went
Sunshine smiling
Beyond a tree
Sat below it
Gathered myself
To speak to
My soul
Seemed still
I forgot
Queries
And answers
Distant thoughts
Stood and watched
Pain dried
Sparkled bright
Grey leaves
Turned green
In sunshine
Hope returned
I took again
The walkway
This time
Back home
My duties
Calling....
