Void

when you don't know
what you want
what will you do
rather not do?

what is this void
in my soul ?
its place in my
enchanted skies?
has it made the
distance infinite?
does it pride
in this journey endless?

Will I conquer
this numbness I feel ?
or will I let it
dictate my destiny?

I dont know
this way back,
the map to home ,
long lost...

yet I heard
that voice,
across my fears
"you will make it",
and I know,
That's I.

My crystal ball !

Eyes met to the beginnings
of a new world,
the unknown heaven.
bidding farewell,
to the one I know.

There, I lay in peace,
comfortably numb
to the pain, from truth
and the many lies,
while I am in my
beautiful dream.

Away from a cynical past
far from the gaze
that questioned me,
& a conflicting mind
which I bore on thyself,
I flew away,
to a noone's land
while I am in my
beautiful dream…

It ran out like
thin water, in streams
and I tried to capture,
with clasped palms & fists
this miniscule mind shift,
all that I got to drift
while I am in my
beautiful dream…

Untold echos

Nothing’s, barely
good enough
Be kept a secret!
either as thrilling
Be shared!
Yet people hushed along...
Hushes echoing,
secrets told
And kept….

As you like it

Spellbound by
your ruthless cruelty,
I tried, to end this all!

But destiny had other plans
As it always does!!

Words fell with morbid silence
As I, in agonising pain
Shrieks of angst, unheard
pain lingered,forever
What is the value of life,
when gone tomorrow...
I tried to end this all

But destiny had other plans
& It always did..

I deserved it all, like u thought
It made sure, I had it fair
My share of this
unending breath.

soul butchered
I remain…

Mind Game

My brain is a funny place
I make castles of sand,
and It makes the high tides

(Alzheimer's)

My own Happy Ending

It is quite not the life I dreamed
Fairy tales I guess aren’t reality
There is no chariot, there is no mermaid
Never had a glass shoe,
Is there a prince charming?
Am I to believe still,
There are happy endings !!

I’m just a simple girl
with lots of dreams….
now you told me
its okay to dream,
but, its time to wake up,
to reality..

yet when I stare
at the starlit sky,
I wish there was my prince,
who could make it all right,
& me a fairy of a tale...

Alive again

Feeling alive

is an ordeal

often forgotten
tired & bruised

yet I try & lose

to escape those

wretched memories

It is like a dreadful dream

and.....

life stalled there!

at a nerve wrecking pause!!

I am endlessly

praying for a new day,

it never comes,

It did not today,

yet I await

.......

.........

And I wait....

for what, I no longer know

for whom, I forgot

I am still at that pause..

.....

.....

Only, I have learnt to live now!!

break free

let me be free
tie not my spirit
with how I should be
just let me be free

let me sing
with the tinkling chimes
let me dance
with the gusty winds
let me cry
heartbroken in rain
and indulge in rhyme
pardon me, but
that’s how I feel alive

let me fight crime
let me forget time
let me be me
judge me if you like
but, set me free…

broken dreams

I ran behind those broken dreams,

trying to grasp, yet void fists,
whisked by wind,
too far to reach,
in to the middle
of a wretched storm,
empty of soul,
quenches its devilish thirst
of each word of my dream
washed them of soul and ink..


And I stood there watching
wet and tired
cold and strangled
as if i were the dream
when done with the bloody meal
it abandoned it like rotten meat
afloat in a puddle by my feet
I scavenged the drain with my long fingers
eyes flooded with memories
of when they dug in to your arms
and you had me like a beast
now all that remains
of the insane self as if at blaze,

are those withered thoughts
of broken dreams.

Magic Wings

O Fairy of mystic skies
lend me your wings so I can fly,
to a beautiful land of pure joy.
Away from the painful memories
and tears in my eyes.....
Far from fists of guile,
from the dark dungeons
of my own mind...

O Fairy from my dreams at night,
do lend me your wings,so I can fly,
free from these frayed souls
those hath not a conscience of right or a lie..
far from this vicious circle of life,
from my abyss of needs and desires

Adieu

It would have been an easy end
If I weren’t strangely aware,
that you are still here,
next to me , holding my hand
looking in my eye and telling me
its all going to be alright.

I would have known better,
If it weren’t for your
expertise artifice,
and my ignorant naivety

It would have been a good bye
If it weren’t for those
little & large quibbles
those very reasons you
hoarded against me

nothing is the same
or it will be, I suspect
the last time we met
shall be the last of its kind

yet,
It would have been an affable farewell
If it wasn’t that I still love you
And you dont!

Angry...

My heart aches -

for those,who filled their lives with apathy,

for those,who sell themselves day in and out

as if a man's character were a commodity,

for those, who nolonger can even see

themselves with a straight eye,

for those finding fault with

the whole world around & their unseen destinies,

for those who can not stand for a fair cause,

not even if for themselves

Deal

What do I want from life?

Happiness,

Peace,

a little wealth to ensure the above

& time....

What can I render to life?

me, myself!!

------------Fair Deal -----------------

Now that I have given you myself, can I please get what I asked for............,
a little faster?

Far from home

Distance is becoming
a stranger phenomenon, by day.
Missing you is now more a habbit,
shuffled in many of the everyday's mundane.

Still every now and then
tears do roll down my cheek,
thats when I know
an abominable, distance's presence ,
walls me and my happy place...

Miss u

Dreams

Quite often I wonder,
If dreams ever come true ?

A curve of reality
engraved deep
in crevices’ of my mind
why then do they prophes
to dream is but,
a waste of the quintessential,
- time.

I will not deny that, I agree
in some ways true they are,
I believe
but then as I always plead,
to dream my friend is not the crime
as much as to believe
they will be true.
For dream is but, a dream,
will remain behind what is- the reality.

How then do I make peace
With that which is true to me
But to no one else..
And then again,
Quite often i wonder,
If a dream ought to be true,
would it be a dream, now ?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall - Is that me at all?

Standing across me
I question those hazel eyes,
Quaintly looking like mine, At me
Their emptiness carried me
Through the endless mirages
Is that me?

But for hope,what could be?

I hope my friend, this
reaches out to you in some kind...

Life was never a promise,
it is for you, to set it free..
More often than you think
things aren’t as bad as they seem
as they might feel when you are in!!
But a wink or less, later on,
when everything's lost
& everyone gone,
that's when you will know
those moments of pain,
werent worth holding on!

It is not intelligence
that survives men,
it is the perseverance
and diligence to go on...

I hope my friend,
this reaches out
to you in some kind
before it is too late..

Life in the city

I live in a city
A busy one it is
No one stops for me
I don’t for any….

I love in a city
A beautiful one it is..
But time is scarce
to stop and look at it

I live in a city
A city of dreams it is
Nothing is true here
not even dreams..

I live in a city
A very huge one it is
Yet there is no place
I can call mine,
An Irony it is!

A plan

SO here’s the plan!!

Go ahead
Have that war
With those weapons
You guarded
With your lives
Bleed until
You had enough of red

Say
Give in to desires
Be the “It”
& Go have it all

Oh yeah
search the universe
& beyond
for a conquest
till the ego’s sate

Let everything wait
Until that very moment!!!

Lets then
Live with
Compassion in hearts
& peace in lives

But I will ask
for whom?
& With who?

Why me?

Brown, rusty locks
tossed from an
end to the other,
tracing her face
then and again, helped
brush off those tears

With her tiny palms
she clinched a bag,
-her mom’s!

As the sun beamed
above her head
she knew,
one more day to her
bleak life
one more sin
to be alive……

Wiping her tears
clinching to her bag
she climbed in to car
waiting across
the pavement-she calls home…

She’s barely eleven
her spirit unshaken...

Inspiration:Child beggary and prostitution In India

Do you think of me...

tell me love,
Do u think of me?
Or did u loose me
down in your memories?

Is it easy
for you to say
you’ve never loved me
till this day?
or do you hide me
in your thoughts,
like a dream away
do you think of me
or is it that ,
I am too sad…..

I want to know
Do you understand?
I am scared now,
you ain't coming back
& leave me here
I hate these tears in my eyes
Its now Do or Die...


Still,
When I close my eyes
Its only you,…
I lived my days
Thinking of just you
I am still in dismay
won’t you come
again, any day?
to fill my days,
with love again

tell me please
Do you think of me?
Or did u loose me
down in your memories…………………..