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
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....
