I miss those Days

I miss those Days

The Days when Daddy ‘s shoulder seems like heaven Days when candies were fantasies Days when watching pogo was treat to eyes The Days when Getting 2rs from grandma was the biggest reward When Grandpa used to give money for piggy bank was the only treasure we hadWhen reality was better than virtual life When all the fun belongs in hide and seek.Those victory moment when best friend used to take us for distributing chocolates Happiness of getting two chocolates over one When Mommy’s hand were spoon and lap was pillow “I miss those...

An honest expectation

An honest faith I haveIn the expectations that I beholdThis is another phase my dearThe story is yet to unfold Together forever are not mere wordsThey are the feelings that I liveFor all the mistakes that may be madeIm living in the hope that you forgive From meeting as strangersTill talking as friendsThen loving unconditionallyAll the feelings that we comprehend Something seems missing nowWait wait and wait all aroundItching scratchy heart all the wayFrustration irritation is all that surround Mood swings getting worseMore control I need but don’t know howThe one who made you feel special yesterdayIs making you feel unwanted now No matter how much I get hurtCan’t change what my heart saysI want you in my lifeAnd I want you in all the possible...
Jaane Kyun….?

Jaane Kyun….?

Jaane Kyun Ab to M Tujhse, Apna Sab Kah Jata hu Jaane Kyun Yun M Khud ko, Phle se Jyada Chahta hu | Kuch Baat Badal si Gayi hai, Mere is Vyavhaar Mein Jaane Kyun M Har Pal Sabko, Teri Baat Sunata hu ||   Jaane Kyun M Yun Tujhko, Itna ab Satata hu Kyun M Tujhko Joke Sunata, Itna Tujhe Hasata hu Kya Hua h Mujhko aisa, Samajh nhi Kuch Paata hu, Jane Kyun M Teri Daant bhi, Has Kar Sun Jata hu ||   Jane Kyun ab  Saath ye Tera, M to Har Pal Chahta hu Jane Kyun tere Bin Bole hi, M Sab Kuch Sun Jata hu  Bada Anokha Rishta Apna, Har Pal Sochta Jata hu Jane Kyun Phir bhi M Kuch bhi, Tujhse na Kah Pata hu…. ||...
Life like this

Life like this

Covered in the manure of expectations, Chained in the shackles of social approval, I lost my identity long ago. And every moment, I had been so hard on myself, just to stand judged rightly among others. Life has been nothing but an unbalanced equation, I failed inevitably to find the correct numerations. Treated myself like a beast in a cage, so tamed, Marked my happiness on the wage I gained, Forgot the gems that I had inside me, sustained. But this was not my fault, I swear, it was you who made me to wear and tear, to lock my dreams, for they wear too surreal. Your lessons of life are hoax, as you are They are nothing but brutality above par, Now i realize it , lately let it be I won’t be your puppet like you wanted of me. The fire inside me has not extinguished so far, I am  writing my own terms with your tar. My rules will bloom like the nightshade, amidst your darkness, it won’t fade. I won’t have latent tortures like yours, Clarity and freedom, my two source, Enriched with hopes and dreamy force. While you go and find you next prey, I am here with a challenge for you… When you capture one I will free two…..    ...
Die and then, LIVE

Die and then, LIVE

I can feel it..see it..believe it. Yes, I can. The Kindle of destruction. Oh, wait..this is good… Yes this is lively Enjoying this canopy of death… Death? Enjoying? Are you crazy? No, I am not..infact if the truth has to be spilled, I haven’t been wiser enough, To see this brutal massacre. I would have given the best i have. But today… time in on a rampage… And I can feel the thrill… The goosebumps induced aren’t lying… And the only cost i have paid for this One time annihilation… is in time. The time has finally been benevolent.yes, the destruction is good because it has destroyed the hypocrite I was..the shallow faith I had… I am astounded by the canopy of death because..I can see the death of all shits I was filled with,those dead selfish beliefs have haunted me my entire life.and they are dead now. The dance around the fire that was fueled by my racist ideas,my sexist prose,my fascist poems,is out… Like they say “it is never late to begin”.and I am all strongly pro for it. I have a beginning planned…a path well lit and goals strong fitted with thoughts properly ventilated… I wish to live merely for life and its beauty,and I will start in that way where the concern is my tool,and the concern well accompanied by positivity.I dare now to stand for human values,attempt to expel the pessimistic radicalism deep rootedAnd preach happiness… And when I walk that road,with love in my heart and song on my lips, I hope to find you there,ready to be my partner,sharing the common dream...

Bloodlust

I wear my thoughts on my skin, till the blood spills out and the ink sets in. I rise from the open grave which nobody tried to cover because they were too afraid Of the monstrosity that hid deep beneath the surface. I’m not made of delicate flowers and intricate leaves I’m made of blood and flesh and all sorts of gory deeds. I need no saving for I’m not damsel, I’m just a woman who is about to build her own...