I still hope.......

Ah! It’s the fateful day
My world was shattered,
He chose to end your stay!

The moment I opened my eyes
All was gone,
And I hoped against hope
To hear you again
To live in the virtual world
That it’s just a nightmare
When I will wake up
You will be there

I still hope.......

If the dead could speak!

Only if the dead could speak!
I would have risen to say
You forced me into death
Your love fooled me
Your trust betrayed me
Your reasons left me blank
Your lust reduced me to nothing

Still if space was given,
I could have lived, Survived the suffering.
But even this was not granted
Your breath chocked me to the verge
And cramped in your narrow thoughts,
I succumbed one day...

But are you to be blamed?
If I could have said it
Pored my heart and told you how I fee
Let you know, no longer the magic exists,
No longer I expect you to turn the,
Pumpkin into chariot...

Said that Spark was gone long back
The moment you stopped reading my eyes
I should have told you all...
Ah! Wish I did...

sun shines behind the clouds

In the far land it's
showering light,
spreading cheer and
life blessed with happiness

but here,
sun shines behind the clouds
clouds dark and grey
thick enough allowing nothing to pass

chained in the dungeon
trying hard to come
but fails every time
misery and pain overpowering it..

It's a dark night,
night which will never pass
I keep waiting for my dawn
ignoring the fact that can never see it

By the shores of a red river

Barren cold river shore.
Limbs scattered,
stench, tormenting enough
to melt my bones.
Wish I could escape far from this,
boundless river
casting death spell wherever it goes.

Brutal and red,

challenging the life - it rose high, roared,

swept away the beauty.
In a flash, laughing alive moments

washed away.
Leaving behind,

the broken parts of lives.


My eyes are moist,
at the sight of this gory scene
But I chose to do nothing
was busy building a dam,

securing my life.

secure, though all around
me was vanishing,
obsessed with ‘I’.

Like most other,

busy building their castles and boats,

while thousands are struggling to wade through,

in a desperate attempt to survive...

My castle is ready.

I am safe,

while rest fall off,

dead dry leaves
or a twig facing the heat,

perishing in their independent struggle,

clinging on to the last white grain of sand
by the shores of a red river.

Washed Away

unkempt and dirty,
smelled of dry blood,
victorious I stood
in the battle field

Sticky dark stains covering
the battle field
and my soul,
with bodies all around
and behind me band played
victory song...

I stood there filled with joy (or false pride),
victorious...thinking of the glory
undefeated was I,
land was mine.....just land

There was a roar in sky,
echoing the cry inside me...
challenging my joy
and then it drizzled
blood red mud all around me

Can't stand my own presence,
what was it...
humanity taking over pride
or the moment or realization for
the victorious master of all

Ah! What pain , the agony inside,
realization when all is gone..
washed away with my stream of greed
With drizzle washed away the greed
and now I am washing the stains...

Unsung Song

Between the lines,
thy pored his heart
and flowing through it, tunes
of agony...pain enough to kill.
poisonous, pity, ugly or poor
call it what may...

Never murmured a word
not a drum beat
strings were even not tuned
composed with..with the never ending sorrows

It was for no one to hear,
except one..who never heard it
in the never composed
composition..were cries of dying soul

Surviving to be beaten again,
tormented and quashed
tune went on..with every sigh
composed till alive
complete with thy death

unsung unheard song
buried in thy grave...

Down the memory lane...

All over in my memory lane
you are there
can recall walking to school,
holding your hand
climbing up on your shoulders
being the biggest cheater
cause I know you will support me...

Asking for that pretty doll,
waiting for your birthday present,
when you are not around,
and even mistaking someone else for you...

asking mom to make your fav dish
when you are back from outstation,
cause we shared our favorites’
fighting with all,
telling then you love me n only me...

Ever ready to listen to those,
cute jingles you made for me,
recognizing you by Mustache
even while sleeping...


yes you were the bestest
I wish you were around
to be with mom,
to enjoy the joys you deserved,
for we to still live carefree
knowing you are around...

I miss you...
You still are the bestest...

The next step

irty, polluted,
profane, to be disdained
I wait for His blessing,
Purify me, lift me up,
Hold me & bless like thy child.

Touched by thy I am sacred,
Pure as bud, light as a feather,
Seed ready for new life…

Lifted from litter,
Dirty gutter of human miseries,
I rise,
To embrace a new life,
To take the next step

celebrate life

Atop the mound of dead,
A voice came,
Voice that was soaked in terror,
Trembling, still hint of courage,
Frail figure emerged from top of the heap,
Pale and dark, Shocked, still pink with hint of life,

Yes I am alive,
Alive to see the world,
Alive to be seen,
With every thing lost n
Everyone gone what is left for me,
But still there is relief about being alive,
But still in middle of all I wanted to survive,
Not only me but all doing so
Cause life’s charm wins over death
So celebrate life...