A caged bird

A caged bird

I have a bird inside me caged                     But She never wishes to fly                        She says chains brings her joy 

Strange isn’t it,
Feeding on my sorrows she lives                 In the dark dungeons of my heart       Hiding behind all my scars…. 

Aloof alone from the world                          She lies in a peaceful sleep                      Now you know,                                           Why I never cry nor do I weep

Pashmina

Pashmina

As I turned fourteen that year
My grandma gifted me
some soft gold A pashmina
All gold and silver just like
Heavens above emnating peace

As nights grew darker
I would crawl inside it
And its warmth rendered
Calmness to the rattled soul

I wondered of hands that
had woven love
And the music it had encased
Soft faint cooing of dove

Endless nights I had slept
Wrapped into it and
Dreamt of snow gently
Kissing those leaves of chinar
 
But,
Just today when I tried to
cuddle inside it
I felt numbness sweeping
Over my soul….
I saw stains of blood
I heard screams

My dreams are not of
Snow kissing chinars
But I see heaven burning
And I know my pashmina
Is’nt what it was before

The Magicians Trick

The Magicians Trick

​I wish I could be a magician
Conjuring her out of dark
She who would sit beside me
Listening me while I talk

Moonlight flooding the vast skies
Stars playing with those flirtatious winds
under all theses we would take a long
Never ending tiresome walk..

Exhausted at last we would sit
and argue about the road to take
at that mystrious fork
But then she would see sun
creeping out Of the horizon
and dejected we will kiss
And embrace the dark….

I alone as I had been will walk back.

ICARUS

ICARUS

Today he is strong and mighty 
Flying towards the sun
But, I know his fate
He is Icarus and
His destiny is to fall

Strangee as it may sound
But the man who know not
What fear is…Will fear the moon

The cruel time will slap
His beautiful face
Leaving those unwanted scar’s
and a unloved wrecked heart ..

With no one by his side
For love he will carve
But he is Icarus
and his destiny is to fall 

I will not let him die

I will not let him die

You slammed those books hard
Never knowing how much it hurts
Nearly choking him..but
broken battered barely breathing 
I have kept him alive….

And then your boxes
Which time time to time
I needed to tick….Exams
Jobs…Carear….life
Made him a ghost of himself
But however blemished..bruised
He now lies
I have kept him alive

But I Now realise
He needs to have a pie
A pie of my life….
He needs to be my side
When I take those strides
Leaps above from my fright I will not let the child in me die

Some stories are yet to be told 

Some stories are yet to be told 

SOME STORIES DIE DAILY WAITING FOR THAT WORTHY PEN.

​Some stories are yet to be told
Hiding behind shadows ..
those fluroscent candles cast
Waiting for their turn to unfold..

Some tales of agony ,Some tales pain ,
Some of winds ,Some of nostalgic rains

Some tales of vicious vile
Some of vain pride …
Some of cruel death
Or some of miserable life

Some tales of vengeance
Some of incessant love
Some of vain vanity
Or some of frenzied rush

But,
Whoever high and mighty
Weilds the pen ..
Has never set his
Eyes on the grounds yet

Or,
He would have seen
Some tales breathing their last
Lost to the human eyes
In this world so vast …..

Neither…..Nor

Neither…..Nor

Lurching behind my dreams
Evading murky darkness
What wrong have I did
because Neither I am awake,
Nor I can sleep ……..

Oh ! The dreams are so strange
Unlike money and fame I seek
What wrong have I did …
Because I am neither silent
Nor did I ever scream……

Under the bludgeonings of life
For years I  have stood …..
Unpreturbed,numb to outer world
Why Am I like this I need to know
Beacuse Neither I am in love
Nor in some pain……..