Drifting from your righteousness

When drifting from your righteousness

I seek within me,

The very sense of what is to be upheld

and what to leave behind.

Moronic and insane believes,

I shrug off all.

Layer by layer, peel-off what is dead.

I start to admire what is beneath

wrapped, which no one relates to, 

it was left behind in the process of growing up.

Simple and straight, no veil

real and true faces, faces forgotten,

even the mirror fails to recall,

I constantly keep drifting from your righteousness

To stay connected with these true faces.

Shining Gold

A golden flight, I want to grow

Grow bigger and fly higher

Brighter and shiner, precious and revered

Like shining gold

Grow beyond imagination, grabbing all attention

The sparkle, the glitter mesmerising all

Dare you come near, dare you touch me

I am beyond, I am superior

Like Shining gold

I grow so big, unable to see my own ground

I fly so high; lost the beautiful things I earlier found

I am on top, but I am alone

I want to bend in joy with the morning breeze

Alas! I can’t

Like shining gold

My bundle of joy

A tiny little doll, you were within me,
but I found you that day,
happiness unbound, such big I can't even say

Little hands moving here and there
big eyes trying to recon me
and your lips murmuring unsaid words
I can still feel your first touch
your tender fingers kissing my skin, and i felt blessed.


Yes, you are the best of me
my reason to live, love and laugh
to see you grow each day,
each day new story you weave around me
endless talk about you

I want to spend each moment with you,
see you doing naughty stuff
your babble, your cribbing
trying to show anger then trying to bribe me
bites n kisses, hugs and slaps, all you give
all gives joy...

sweet, spicy, crisp, munchy
yummy, mumma's bundle of Joy.....

Tic toc tic toc

Tic toc tic toc
O! why the hell you walk
Toc tic toc tic
Feel like beating you with stick

Don’t you know the pain it inflicts
or you are oblivious to such feat
Take my advice,mam please don’t repeat
Or we plot something against your feet!

How are you, where are you
OMG, I would make you shoo
Next time I hear you use that tone,
In person or over the phone

I don’t have any personal agenda here
But I promise I wont stand any near
Next time I hear that tic toc
Or than kiddish rattling tone

By-
Someone ;)

For a while

It lasted for a while
and then got washed away
love was in eyes
now only tears stay

it touched for a while
and now only scars are here
your touch was in my palms
now only blisters are there...

Your little girl...

Survival is difficult
I am in middle of a tussle
Whom to choose, whom to leave
Do I have a choice?
No I don’t want a choice
Want you to be on my side
The way you always were
Since you held me in your arms
A small plum tot...

Ever since you treated me
as your doll, your kid
But then I grew up
And now it’s time to part
I know you are not sure
Scared for me, in strange lands
Want the best for me
But afraid of the worst it can be

You never thought of me to leave
Even in your strangest of dream
But it’s true and will gleam
Yes I am in love and there is he,
But this is destiny, will happen,
But without your blessing it can’t be
As for me both are water and air
Can I survive without anyone of you here?

Take it that I have to go,
But still I will be your doll
Yes someone will be important to me
But can’t take your place at all
Trust him, he will treat me well
And will hold me if I fell
Will care for me, more then all
Because he know I am your doll

I know what you want
All you want is safe hands
To hold your little girl
Not to treat me as dust,
But care for me as a pearl
I know nothing can make you trust
And even you are not unjust
But just believe for once
Support me to embrace my fate
Trust me he won’t be a nightmare
But your daughter’s soul mate

Maze

Surrounded by my fears,
And guided by my vice,
Unable to see the simplicity
And incapable of bearing complexity
I wander in the maze, built by me for me...

Beauty and charm was there but,
lost in my quest to figure out grey...
Spring was the season surrounding me
Lost by advent of May...

Complexity grew so much,
It engulfed every strand of faith
Lost the way in front of me,
Left it all on fate

Unable to see what I want,
Not ready to take what others think
I built a concrete cocoon of my thought
And suffocated my soul inside it...

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...

Hold my faith

I have lost the hope
the world is no more familiar
afraid to be recognized by anyone
plan to run away from all known..
Submitted to the fear…

would those mine will ever understand
and try to figure out what's wrong?
Will leave me like a stranger
to save themselves, from my miseries
Or try to solve my problems
and embrace me within them

Faith which is lost
can be garnered again,
Holding some ones finger,
Get support from those shoulders
pat on back to console
caressing the head
to tell it's fine, don't be scared
a gentle kiss on forehead
yes we are with you always......

I wait to hold that finger,
tight hug and pat, touch of that hand,
a kiss on my forehead
to rekindle the spark for life
to shine again, and getting the strength back
to restore the faith..........

Drenched Soul…

Soaked...
walking on the wet pavement
trying to hold the droplets
kissing the skin

Looking toward the sky
feeling drops bouncing on cheeks
tossing back up and a splash
ah! this music

life was never so beautiful
dancing in the joy
a fit of laughter coming from within
heart swinging to the unheard tunes

Soaked skin deep
in this lovely feeling
the new meaning I have got
from you

All wet outside
drenched inside
suffering was never a bliss
but enjoying this sweet pain

No bounds to hold this
emotions oozing out
silent cry with all joy in it
state inexpressible
even in my writing....

Survival of sorrows

Dirty mud filled lanes
with stink all around
a broken street lamp
tilted a bit with corroded base

It’s drizzling hard
all wet, rain pouring in
not a corner left dry in the
dingy home of pole n polysheet..

The blue sheet is torn,
with patches all over
like tormented soul
unable to rescue this time around...

holding to the corner
a week skinny structure
resting thy head on the pole
looking outside from the cracks

Sky is grey and wet
pain is growing inside
a warm droplet rolls out
piercing thy calm

Uneven blade cutting inside
saw on wet wood
thy heart is bleeding
Silent cries from choked throat

The agony, the plight
hitting hard with every droplet
kissing thy skin,
wading through the memory lane
probing and pricking each scar
Nothing has survived
Just survival of sorrows...

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

busy lane

Broad lanes of busy mind,
crowded with memories,
imagination and shadows
Churning every thread,
trying to weave a story
answers prepared,
for the questions raised
this self scrutiny goes on...

Trying to see the grains
detailed facets of everything around,
being logical
and then being the fanatic
full with doubts, queries,
hopes, answers...

A violent tussle going on
and at times a serene quest
machine working it out
to ensemble parts of a jigsaw
solve the never ending set
of riddles

at peace but still at work
actions all guided by it
a pulse going around
raising question on the very existence
then getting a satisfactory answer

small pauses in between
but not full stop
with the full stop
everything will come to an end...

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.

Dew Drops

It's hard to get
everything you desire..
it's even harder to understand
people around you..
life and relations
both are complicated…

Quest is to stay happy..
whatsoever may come..
life will deliver you happiness
only if you give it happiness...

Still I find it hard
to forget those days
like sand it slipped away
won't come back ever
lost with time,

inside me are
the fading, yet fresh memories
more I try to move on,
more I get soaked in the
never ending, but sweet pain

yes you were right
I feel fresh,
After expressing the unexpressed
found reason for this turmoil

but I will move on
to give happiness to life
to get happiness from life
contended with the tiny dew drops
cherish it lifelong....

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...

Let's talk straight....

Let's talk straight.
with no frills,
no masks, no veil
just truth, no lies

I have stopped identifying,
with your carmel coated words.
Cause that's not you,
you do not mean a single word.

Stop being politically correct,
stop playing this game.
I can take it, what may come,
but bearing this is shame.

We were not like this,
nor on any terms we got along.
If it's time to part, tell me?
Don't say it will go on...

Let's just talk straight....

Friend n Friend

When you stay quite, you make me afraid
And when you shriek, again me afraid
But when you smile you make me smile
Make me happy, and life stays by.

You say quite, I say scream,
You say no, I say yes
But still we are friends,
Nothing to say or express
What say??

Pooh Says-

Yeah this bond is one of it’s kind,
We are free still something binds!

Rising with sun

Eager to see the dawn,
I lay awake at sea shore,
Waiting for my dawn!

Sun will rise from that farthest corner,
Separating sky from sea
The rays of light faded then sharp,
Will fall on water, will spread across the sky,
Painting the canvas with color,
Colors changing, and
Changing scene with every stroke of that brush,

I am cold I am wet,
My eyes are dull and weak
Weak to face the light,

Slowly with its rising head,
It will fill my dead eyes with life,
I will feel the warmth seeping in my skin,
Penetrating even further touching the soul

Oh! That would be the dawn,
I am waiting for,
Waiting to catch with life again,
Life will flow through my cold blood,
Colors of the canvas will shine in my eyes

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