Because I am born...

It came across my face

Hit the slab hard

Looked back at the farthest object

And left me sulking in a hurry...

In my odd night hours

My dream used to curse me

For my life was adopted by others

And I could let that happen

For I could not help myself

I was born to bear the worse...

The fault indeed lies within me

Within me lie the extreme bad

For which you had to stand over me

And mash me till you feel sad...

I am born to take your heat

To slave my neck

Or however you please

To kneel before the strongest race

And wear the farce of my fate

Am I born to be a girl?

Or born as a girl in this pervert world?

Should ask God for the tempting assets I got

Or this world that made it appealing by its thought?

Being born as a girl is a crime enough

As age does not matter, we have got enough

We have enough tears to hide our pain

We have soft velvets to hold your weight

We have heart to render at our defeat

And we have eyes to see this all over again!

An everlasting truth....

The figurative face of the devil

And evil of the good,

The open heart of the beast

And the shut doors of the kind,

The burnt skin of a dark

And rose on a fair cheek...

Eyes are shut to the inner face!

Why rose with thorns appeal us the most?

Why understanding love is complicated?

Why hatred is where you feel the most?

Why do we need to think with our brains?

Why heart can never imagine?

Behind every emotion

Is an eternal feeling

An enduring heart  

With an everlasting truth.....

A story of my previous night....

It died last night

In the stormy weather

The easy death it was,

My hands shivered in haste

And my legs abated on side

body lied there all night long...

Nobody knew where I was

In a corner

Gasping for some air

Difficult to last from here...

Pain inside tickled me more

The last laugh I abhor

Everything seems so far

My inner self died

The night love left a scar...

A new beginning

A found journey

A proposed life

With all means I lost...

Set on a stage, again I start my act

The script I pray

Should last long

The editor of my life

Could ask more...

I will be the assassin this time

I wish to beg once again my life...

I sing along....

I sing along with

The brisk morning of the lilies

Blossoming from their flower,

The fluttering of the mango trees

Ripening with their fruit,

The humming of the mynas

Floating by my side,

and the ripple of the river

That flows beneath the hills....

I sing along to celebrate the moment

to forget my past

to excite my present

And to endure the future....

Lyrics forgotten, music in shreds

The voice echoes in parts

And yet I hear them in vain,

Weather changes with hope

I swear not to leave my song

Bewildered next morning

I long for a new tone....

I sing along

With the rising of sun

I sing along

With the night of the moon

I sing along

With the love I made

And I Sing along

With whom I never met....

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!