People ask me who I am,

there is the twist.

Believer by heart

God is the only one for me

without hereditary guilt.

How do I see myself?

Writer.

By what?

Words - I think.

Ideas are pouring out

like little miracles.

Typewriter,

my beautiful armour.

It's eagerly waiting

for writing well-meant.

I fall asleep at night

and wake up in the morning

with the feeling

I can handle it so far.

Every day is different,

actions decide.

I have my dreams too,

they are guarded by the stars.

Relationships?

They aren't resolved behind

closed doors.

Now it is the time for it.

Just covert the silence

to a voice.

I'm about to finish.

With a clear conscience.

there is an elephant in the room

too big for small talks

too much of an animal to bloom

too grey for holidays

too dumb for tricks

too much of an elephant

to have a bone to pick

there's only silence

in its dream

they'd only listen

when it screams

there is a loud elephant in the room

"let's kill the loud elephant in the room."

- by the elephant -

🔈 Click here to listen to the poem.

"They say,

It's Okay! To be a

woman carrying short clothes,

Only, the world

will be salacious enough to rape her.

It's Okay! To

follow your ambition,

Only, you will turn

too old for someone to marry you.

It's Okay! To have

no ambition at all, stay contended in your own course of life,

Only, the society

will call you a 'Bloody Trophy Wife'.

It's Okay! To be

seen in the company of men,

Only, if no one of

them aspires to be your lover.

It's Okay! To be friends

with people of all ethnicities,

Only, if you don't

decide to marry one of them.

It's Okay! To live

your life the way you want,

Only, the way will

be dictated by Us.

It's Okay! That a

girl is born in the family,

It's Okay! If she

is treated equally,

Only, her idea of

equality does not match yours. It's beyond yours.

Such restrictions,

Such rules, Yet we chose to overrule,

That's Us!

Untamable disasters, beyond control".

I shall not compare you to the calla lily,

Its beauty is transient,

As you outpace,

The pristine dame nature;

Neither heaven nor hell has something to gloat about,

As they couldn't fend off your might,

And succumbed on your way;

The eye of heaven could lose its radiance from afar,

As you blot out his pomp,

And he bends to your whims;

The crescent would envy,

As you eclipsed his excellence,

And he timid to gleam;

Even amid the trotting oblivion,

You are invincible,

As he never dared to stare;

Indeed, your immorality cannot be wept out,

Though I'm six feet below the loam;

And I couldn't simply ask for more,

I relieve myself,

That you make my mortal presence perennial.

Just like

the fable:

a chair and

a table,

and on that

table all kinds of food.

Traditional

dinner

of a

clinical sinner,

of a girl

who cannot control her attitude.

First

glance and the handshake

on top of a

rare steak.

On top of the

mind long stares across the room.

The skin in

sharp notches

after nonchalant

touches,

and the

eyes like a pond you’d evanish into.

All the

shame from bad jokes.

Sense to

seep and to soak.

When your

food is all wet you don’t want it.

Ate it all

in one go,

threw it up

weeks ago.

Moving out,

moving on, moving from it.

From this flavor

of vomit,

of not

being wanted –

like cilantro

on somebody’s doughtnut.

Glittery eyes

Looking at the sand

Jittery feet

All cold and bare.

Run run like a sandstorm

With closed eyes

And bright smile.

Curled up in flowing sand

All around the day and night.

Itching all over the vast earth

And she's nowhere

But only there.

Shiny eyes

Looking for little pebbles

Giddy feet

Jumping up and down

Sighting a scorpion.

Fingers circle into the sun

Run run like a sandstorm

Towards sand and sand and only sand.

Scorching sun

And freezing nights,

There's so much more beyond.

Why there?

Why love?

A question I ask and ask

Is it innocence?

Or is it negligence?

Hatred of self?

It would have to be.

To be somewhere where there is no love.

There is no space.

No space for love.

How can you love?

The day the clouds dry up,

Even after thunder strikes the core

It refuses bloodshed,

That day shall it die;

The restless soul of

A dark blue dove that rests in my eye.

We broke up a year ago...

Reason? Unknown.

Once again,

She came embracing the earth after the dry wind deserted it.

She soothed nature with her calm kisses. Little was she

Aware that her presence made me realize 

The burning charcoal I had in my heart.

Yes me and her, we broke up a year ago…

Reason?

I never wanted her soothing kisses over my burnt scars, I was afraid to get drenched in her arms..

But then my love for her was pure..

Purer than my soul.

Once again she came back..

Embracing me within her strong arms,

Kissing my burning scars away and

Letting her own music rule my heart.

Once again we fell in love...

Me, being a wingless caged bird.

And she? My first Monsoon Rain.

Tied up.

Shackles clanking against each other.

Is that music I hear?

Light... Is it?

Is it? Or,

Am I dreaming? Again?

The lush green meadows,

The birds chirping,

What do I smell?

Lilies and Tulips and 

A bunch of white Roses...

No wait, red, aren't they?

And some freshly baked..

Baked what?

"Wake up! Wake up!" I screamed.

"Hush!" The iron bracelets 

Round the heart mumbled,

"Sssh.. Lend your ears to the music played, 

Lend your soul to the soothing pain displayed."

"Quiet my dear, Dream and dream again.."

"Wake up..." 

I begged, I cried.

All in vain.

There's a voice in my head. A scary but squeaky one.

Sometimes threatening!

"You..you are annoying!" It says quietly.

I hear it screaming right into my ear;

"Pathetic, Filthy, Irritating, UNBEARABLE!"

"Am I?" I ask, while it dares to laugh,

Laugh hysterically while hugging me tight.

It's suffocating,I try to scream,

My voice? It's lost!Somewhere nearby.

I close my eyes. Peaceful as I sleep,

Not knowing how to wake up.

I banged my head against the wall.

I can't think of anything to think about anymore.

A blank sheet, scribbled words, thoughts..

Too many of them!

I can't write anymore, can't speak, can't scream out loud..

My voice has choked.

Pain, pain! Hey no.. 

Smile, Smile!

My head hurts. 

Is it my head though?

I look up, the ceiling fan over my head mocks me,

"It's all in your head..hush..sleep!"

But the pain? 

Chest? No heart, isn't it?

Breathe, breathe!

I banged my soul against the wall.

It gave up.

I can still hear your eyes speaking.

Is it horrifying?

That, when all I had

Were some mere absurd thoughts,

You were in some faraway land

Busy, so much that you often forgot 

About your own music.

I tried sending raindrops on your doorstep,

I tried trading rainbows,

But, even then I knew,

And I still know

Why instead of getting drenched in the drizzle 

You chose to walk away

 Paving paths yet parting ways.

I know...I know everything!

(A Letter to the desolated summer afternoons

From,

A dull monsoon evening....)

Hark! The storm is on the way,

A tempest brewing, skies in gray,

Yet in its rage, a promise glows,

Of brighter times and endless flows.

The thunder roars, the lightning strikes,

A sight that both terrifies and excites,

For in its fury, a silver lining shines,

A new beginning, a chance to realign.

The rain pours down, a deluge of tears,

A baptism that cleanses all our fears,

Washing away the wounds of old,

And birthing hope with stories untold.

The winds howl, a tempestuous choir,

A symphony of chaos and desire,

Yet in its madness, a message clear,

Of growth and change, and dreams so near.

The storm is fierce, a beast untamed,

But with it, hope and joy are reclaimed,

A giant roar that shakes the earth,

And heralds in a new rebirth.

So fear not, for happy days are nigh,

The storm may rage, but love will fly,

And in the beauty of the rains we'll find,

A hope that sings, a joy refined.

Oxymorons are like the storm itself,

Contradictions that don't align on the shelf,

But in their paradox, a truth unfolds,

Of happiness that waits to be told.

When life feels like an endless maze,

And words fail to express my ways,

I turn to poetry, my only escape,

Where my feelings find a safe space.

I pour my heart out on the page,

With each line, I release my rage,

A cathartic release, like no other,

A way to heal, a way to recover.

In poetry, I find solace and peace,

A chance to let my emotions release,

I can be honest, raw, and true,

Expressing myself without a taboo.

With each word, I paint a picture,

A glimpse into my inner fixture,

I weave my thoughts into a tapestry,

A work of art, for all to see.

For when I cannot say my truth aloud,

My poetry speaks, it's my shroud,

A veil that hides my deepest fears,

A place where I can shed my tears.

In poetry, I find my sanctuary,

A place where I can be extraordinary,

I write my story, with each verse,

A testament to the power of words.

On the Ganga ghat, two lovers sat,

With Arti plates in hand, they prayed at that,

They sought the blessings of the sacred river,

To keep their love, forever and ever.

The girl had mehendi on her hands,

The man a Hindu, the girl a Muslim, different lands,

But love knows no boundaries, nor religion or caste,

It binds two hearts, in a love that will last.

As they looked into each other's eyes,

Tears welled up, as they said their goodbyes,

For they knew, this was the last time,

They would meet, despite their love sublime.

Forbidden love, a love that mustn't be,

But in their hearts, it was all they could see,

They embraced, one last time,

Hoping against hope, that they could make it fine.

But fate, it seems, had other plans,

And as they parted ways, with sorrow in their hands,

They knew, their love would never be,

A casualty of society's hypocrisy.

On the Ganga ghat, two lovers prayed,

For a love that was true, but forbidden and frayed,

And as they left, with heavy hearts and souls,

Their love, a story, that would forever be told.

Two trees, standing tall and true,

Inclined to each other, as if they knew,

An embrace that seems divine, I say,

As if they were alive, in a lover's play.

To the mortal eye, it seems like love,

A symbol from heaven, the gods above,

A gentle reminder of a human touch,

Of warmth and love, we crave so much.

But love, is it the only emotion they convey,

Or is there more, to the scene at play?

Perhaps they represent friendship and trust,

A bond that endures, not merely lust.

Mayhap they symbolize strength and support,

A pillar for each other, in life's tumultuous sport,

They stand together, through storms and strife,

A symbol of resilience, and the will to survive.

The two trees, they tell a story true,

Of a connection, more than mere glory, it's due,

They show the beauty of togetherness, I say,

And the power of love, in all its display.

Enough, Oh Lord!  enough

All that is lost is enough

Facts being rejected are enough

Shadow being portrayed as light is enough

Peace of mind being lost is enough

Oh, Lord! Come down here to the earth.

Truth, being defeated is enough

Falsehood being accepted is enough

The period of Tolerance is enough

Unreal relationships are enough

Blood being frozen is enough

Oh, Lord! Come down here hastily.

To stop the ruthless action

Of the hard-hearted men - And

To stop the oozing blood from the heart

By the arrow words that

Pierced the heart like a spear,

Oh, Lord! Come down here at once.

Roll and bring down the sky,

To wipe away the cry of the people;

To remove injustice from the world - And

To delete the arrogant and dirty

Thoughts of men

Oh, Lord! Come down here now itself.

A time of twilight with calmness,

Solitude with felicity and bliss,

A lad coming back to the abode

Looking whacked and exhausted.

A small child playing with full of jollity,

Without getting weary and jaded,

Face with winsome smile and pleasure,

Being a child is def and kif.

You never know whom you can meet

Leaving the office on Monday,

You never know whom you can meet,

Choosing sweet peaches on the market.

One day he knocks on your door,

Making your world upside down

However, you won't know it

Until your brain becomes dull.

Your story starts in a way,

Not that in fairy tales,

Where the princess meets her prince

And it culminates with a happy ending.

It starts with hatred and lies,

So many obstacles you suffer,

Wrong friends, wrong news, wrong replies

Only rumours are surrounding.

And you will fight and break the walls,

Ignoring enemies and evils,

The love will prosper and increase,

Creating a new story in heavens.

I walk the road of solitude,

with no other soul in sight.

A skip in my step, heart filled with pep,

The world had never seemed so bright.

I walk the road of loneliness,

I’ve yet to glimpse an exit path.

I yearn to chance upon another,

A foolish act, rewarded by this impasse.

I walk the road of isolation,

Suffocating in my wakeness.

Dreams of conversations never had

Scratch away at my existence.

I walk the road of desolation,

The permanence that I accepted.

There’s no hope, nor an escape

From madness only I created. 

To live the spring

feel the whole world blossom

why yearn for earth's bosom?

- a mute empathy

absence of a presence

a striking familiarity

especially for one yoked under a shade

irresistible its embrace

time's perfect tapestry

lovingly caressed

by the most tender of hands

hatefully ravaged

by loathsome burns of disdain

precise are the frenzied cuts

though tempting it may be

no blame rests upon the Fates

nor on Fortune's stern whims

fruitless is the unearthing

of Marsyas' lyre

no respite to be found

under the shaded pine. 

Many before me

Have tried to define poetry

And failed miserably

What chance do I have!!!

Poetry to me

Is simply magic. . .

Of words, thoughts and of all

Imagination!!!

Do not be deceived by it

For

It is as complex as simple it is!!!

How do I put it?

Poetry . . .

A delectable deconstruction

Of the world around me

Through delicate words

In myriad hues and ranges.

Poetry

Aids me to stay a realist

Through my imagination

Makes me grounded

I give shape to my thoughts. . 

When am disgusted by the horrors and stunned by the beauties

When I want nothing and want everything

When I wish to be alone and wanting to be found out

When I like to put a comma on my ever surfacing self-doubt

When I would like to feel the ecstasy between hysteria and rage

When I want to practice healthy ignorance

When I do not like to be rushed by the internet

When I need a mental shower

When it is my only outlet to stay sane

When it is my sole and safe cocoon

When I am in a dilemma to choose between things

When I want to cry silently and heal

When nobody gets me and to get myself

Oh the beauty of poetry

The solace it gives me

Like a true love

Only felt and not seen!!!!

“Come A Bit closer,”

Whispered earnest lips

Beneath loving desperate eyes

She moved another inch

Bridging many cruel miles

Wish the screen could give,

The feel of blissful touch

Of arms slid down her waist

Is it asking too much?

Two hearts beating together

Pining to just once entwine

Measure each other’s throb,

Sense pulsations divine

Some parched vision hankers

To hold beloved’s face, to

touch with love the dimples

On cheeks that now stand veiled

Is it asking too much?

Yet every night the screen

Lits with the beau’s name

And longing heart imagines

Pecking freckles in array

The cupid’s still engrossed

Shooting arrows, dusk to dawn

The contagion fails to contain

The zeal, the passion and rush

It really can’t choke it much!

Mysterious years flies

As I’m turning for ages

I wonder who I’ll become.

As my life rushes to the end

When will I begin?

The journey of my own

Where will I search?

For the inborn answer I need

What is the matter with me?

As every mouth says

Am I a grown woman indeed?

Or am I a flickery jewel of youth?

In the world full of fingers

Pointing at me and you,

Kept inside and pushed aside

By many many hands

In the racks of trade

Comes out once or twice

Deeply indebted to liabilities

Never seen or touched often

As I was kept safe at a distance

Once in a while, thrown out

To polish and reprimand

Unwillingly, crushed and melded

Into perfectly solid ideal shimmery

As it meltdowns over time

Is this true perfection?

Did I seek through decades in me

But, every mouth opens to say

“ be mature, you’re not a child anymore”

To have dreams and blinded hopes

That I longed for and lived in my illusion

Never mind my anger or action

As they’re so busy with impulsion

To decorate and redesign me

By tampering with my face and body

Am I a smash full tiniest bird?

Crawling as a blatant lie

As my legs chopped and chained

But, we never left hopes in dungeons.

To all the arrayed fingers and mouths

Even now, pointing and laughing

We shut our eyes and ears

As we’ve dark patches of rewards

With barriers of blazing wings

Now we open our mouths to sing,

‘No child grows without dreams of a cause

And no bird is born without colour at all’

Our dreams are not theirs

But all ours. Here we are

En routing to the journey of our own hearts.

In the passing breeze

In the tranquil and peaceful garden

I see colourful flowers and smell the fresh trees

My thoughts are wandering and ideas freely awaken.

I suddenly have a feeling of calmness and peace

I cannot hear any voice around me anymore

Just my inner voice is talking indeed

My self-conversation I can’t ignore.

Noisy chatter and laughter

High expectations and preconceptions

The world of the hustle and bustle

Judgements and conditions

No green gardens.

Here I am

In my green garden

Safe and sound on the comfy grass

No white noise ceaselessly deafen

No judging voices go harsh.

The power of my green garden

Shading me from the scorching sun

Sailing me safe in rough oceans with bravery

Filling my journey with joy and fun 

To face harsh reality.

My friends, do you have your green garden? 

Let me be the poem you wrote,

And show to your life,

Like a piece of moon you found.

Let me be the poem you like,

And read in lonely hours

Of lazy lightless late nights.

Let me be the poem you wish,

You were a part of always,

And dream for it to be real.

Let me be the poem you need,

To be the anchor of your life,

And ground yourself in fantasy.

Let me be the poem you read,

To be happy in the darkest days,

And in brightest nights.

Let me be the poem you love,

And call your home always,

And come back after a busy day.

Let me be the poem you love,

Because it is the only thing,

you love in the world.

If we were both birds,

Would you come and sit with me,

On my branch and chirp?

What lies in this world

that has not been bought?

Light and life and love know the unfurled.

Light been bought spreads sight

Onto the unknown & known all been caught

The deals dealt in fuel to live in light.

Life been bought covers silent in quiet

The deal with aid in illegitimacy of thought

It obeys the master for life without a fight.

Love been bought shows ways to be bright

The deals are sealed with love all bought

It spreads pain & pleasures to all who unite.

What lies in this world

that has not been bought?

Death remains furled

Death remains in life untold

And stays as unknown

For what is known

And is bought and sold.

love that last thousand years,

Billion flower fall for us,

journey starts with hard day on,

justice gone,fair not born,

Making song lament on,

long day move ,away soon,

A single mind keep astray,

sky kiss sea will seen by none,

changing time love reborn,

sholder there when problem taunt,

pain of life now passer by,

Marriage Life now flame of love.

Stronger heart, hold pain a lot,

Wavered heart mumble sounds,

Crossing the bridge of fire,

While forgetting the past here,

Unknown tie keep holds,

Knowing all went through hell,

Years of life now dreamy night,

Destined pain now fading scars,

Choosing path the final stay,

To cut the bond,

That tear the soul,

Going now bring peace soon.

playing the assigned role, becoming expected women,

They turn into faceless emotions, tuneless music,

They are like a lost cloud in the sky,

They convert problems into solutions,

But they converted into wandaring soul,

They ended up clueless, hopeless,

They battle with double faced,

Exhausted with this tricky world,

They shead blood and tears for love and loved ones,

pricked by pain, hit by remain,

A little break,flash of light,

who am I, the world in I,

Remain there, expecting twist,

Dominated women,need a breakthrough,

To shine like a moonlight,

In the dominated dark night.