My heart won't believe. It doesn't want to.But then I knowHow malicious they are. I know the extent they will goJust to satisfy their egoOr maybe see us in agony and pain.I don't want to believeBut I can't help but rememberThe dance of death, the rapes and the torturesThe maimings and interrogations.How could I not… Continue reading #Kashmir
You The flower. Blossomed along with others in the garden. Beautiful, colourful and scented, Full of vigor and life. Making everything around you lovely and lively. We The bees. Mustering the nectar of life from you Had it not been, we would cease to be You showed us the spirit of life Living not for… Continue reading A Tribute
No. It is nothing like books Or the fairy tales. The face never glows as though moon. Or the lyrics don't turn romantic Her head never finds my shoulder When she tells a story of her childhood And the pimple on the chubby cheek Makes her look no more beautiful. The sound of laughter is… Continue reading Tough Love
The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his… Continue reading Caged Bird
The weak twigFell onto groundAs it splitFrom the main branchLeaving a scarBehind as the markIt was all vulnerableSo, it sufferedThe ultimate truthTo get fracturedAnd crushed and grazedIt could not resistThe gentle windWhat didn't hurtOther fellows at allWho were strong and robustThey opposed the moveUnlike the oneThat had yellow leavesToo old to be usedMaking it all… Continue reading The Weak Twig
Ten years ago I wanted a sister A blessing to fill the heart With love. A friend with the concern Whose smile soothes all my pain. . . . . . Today a girl, more like my sister Drugged, molested, raped, strangled And murdered She is 8 and 16 and 32 The animals flee free… Continue reading When the Humanity bleeds….
There was a mouse who felt like king All the day he would dance and sing One day he provoked the lion Who kicked him in his groin The mouse couldn't move till the next spring. P.S: This is the first time I wrote a Limerick. What do you think of it? Do you know… Continue reading Provoke – A Limerick
You are to me like The evening nap After a meal on a rainy day The sweet sleep When everything falls aloof And reality seems distant Far from chaos and confusion Living the utopian dreams I wish to continue forever Or maybe a little longer But it doesn't For there is a shake The hypnagogic… Continue reading The hypnagogic jerk.
Death, I don't fear. One of the trivial I know of What last 30 years have given us. Sure one gets acclaimatised Why would I fear it? It ain't any stranger to me. I have seen the blood Blood of children and of mothers As it clotted on the cold earth beneath Like the pieces… Continue reading Death, I don’t fear