The burn on my cheek...

The burn on my cheek

Shows like a scar

Pains my inner zeal

when hit with a laugh...

Touch it soft and it will shrug

Slap hard and it will flutter

deep into the cells it exist

doctor says it’s hard to believe

it bleeds when pulled to a stretch

melts when left to upheld...

The burn on my cheek

Is hard to conceal

Some people say ‘I am born ugly’

It penetrates deep into my soul

The woe of my parents and

an unachievable goal

a knot tied to a man of honour

locked me forever in a corner

my body was shrugged into pieces

looking for breath in a brutal world of species

the coming nights made it worse

dragged me into a monster’s hub

My eyes squatted to a corner

But the burn on my cheek

Still lived longer.... 

To be loved before we love........

Aroused by the great fear
i look behind the the black cloud
storm thunders in my ear
shrieks the nasty bird flowing by
tinkles the river flying towards the earth
the blue mountains smiles from the clouds above
am i still gazing at the mirror?


Smile catches the fancy of my horror
faith in humanity curbs
the rotten beliefs of almighty
still struggles to find
the true identity


everything appears to be alright
and we strive all our lives
for the fortune we bring to the dead
our body leaves for hell
and soul refuses to live ahead


how would it be
to find the last before the first
to achieve before we try
to win before we loose
to be right before we are wrong
to smile before we cry
to be loved before we love........

In the lap of nature....

Wants to fly,

to a different land…

where the world ends,

at the start of a land

water falls,

from the eye of a cloud

birds fly ,

on the stage of leaves

and I stand,

breathing the purity of my flesh….

Is it the rain

Which still pours beneath my fingertips?

Or my inner self being burnt in d sunlight

Is that the world looks more beautiful?

Or my eyes are being washed away with a few drops

my ears could hear the fluttering of leaves

a sweet humming wind or a storm of weeds…

this chaos is more beautiful

than our parallel running lives

it reminds me yet again

I am still alive!

Again it rains...

It rains as to cleanse my soul

The dirt on my heart is fleshed out

Clear all the grudges of my own

Relieving the memoirs of the past

It seems to dissect the losses of the lost

When I thought I am left alone

In a chamber filled of the ghostly eyes

It rains to soothe my inwardly sight

It gives me strength to stand on the mud

And slips when there is no one to clung

The droplets move inside my dress

Blossom the inward self I possess

I move towards the new path of life

Somebody holding me just too tight!

A wave of thunder rushed below my feet

I want this to behest me

 Forever I may need,

The rains make me understand

The purest being I was, when innocent

It shines on my eyes like the first dew

The new bride I am beginning to be

This monsoon I want to cry,

Cry to be able to laugh again……

It happens only once...

Once upon a time
something weird happened to me
my peers got worried
parents sent me for a check
the whole universe sparkled at my gaze
flowers blossomed at my touch
it rained throughout the day
n cool winds shrugged my hair
it happened just d other day
when i felt his warmth
when he kneeled at my behest
d want to conquer d world
not to let go of dis moment forver
and my gaze to only follow his's!


is it d world's only happiness
or lost self originating again
d beginning of a new life
where m possessed by his sight!

Coz life goes on....

As I start to walk again

I look behind at the shattered pages

a minute of ash besides them

Wrapped in the love of soil

Some black numbers I couldn’t read

A few scribbled names too

Coloured with different moments

Fall grey on the carpet of weed

Some thorns with d cotton touch

Lie above the skin of earth

Lily’s tend to confuse me more

Is this death or a new life further?

As I again step ahead

I realize it’s not everything I beheld….

when life takes a turn....

It rained all night and i could not move my sight. It had this beautiful feeling of being in your arms and looking out at the sleepless stars, water dripping from the drenched leaves and i was lost in my dreams. It was a long unusual night, nobody to disturb us and nowhere to run, everything came to a halt. Sometimes you wish that you can capture a moment and keep it forever with you but your destiny cannot be rewritten.

As i move ahead
i see an unusual being
i see another me
i wish to stop myself
i wish to keep dis forever
i wish not to grow ever...

changing hormones tell u a story
innocence is gone
and its time to move on
here i am standing in mid
thinking about my life
and confused a bit...

lost control over my life
my knuckles turn white
if i touch ur losing sight
dis feeling of being loved
creats an illusive world
a happy home there i make
with u by my side
need no one to felicitate...

Now here i stand looking again at the outside world. Amidst all the chaos i have a life which is more chaotic and abrupt than the whole universe. Still i try to find solace in my being, in the moment where i am staying. Love certainly makes you feel better (like a drug keeps you on a high), but is this what i always wanted??? As confused you could be more practical your life would be... Now, dont blame me for your wrong, i am just a human making my efforts to overcome the lost battle which i had won!!!