Gender’s Curse

the man looked upon
With eyes of distrust
suspect a con
the ancestor’s curse.

girls once too many
trampled for desires
action so unmanly
lust not love, body they admire.

the dark act, now a dark time
hidden is the true gold
in past, common, now called a crime
justice, victim’s to hold.

but a balance never came
true man pays for kindness
law isnt for us to tame
and every act portrayed as chideness.

women were once the prey
to save them, came a voice
now innocent men pray
for freedom, due to the unwise

men and woman safe nowhere
feminism chauvinism both at the upper hand
humanity at wear and tear
cursed is the gender every where on this land.

The bullet hit me

I didn’t want to sit in class
my teacher was droning on
I stared out through the glass
and stifled a yawn
when the noise started.

Screams ran through from far away
someone must’ve seen a rat
and then I realized that today
will be a history, a dark part
when they came into the class.

Men with masks, gun in their hands
firing, a shower of bullets and shrapnel
blood splatter all over the land’
over fragile hands and faces they’d trample
when scared kids would cry.

I saw my best friend across me bleeding
I didn’t think, I ran to him
in pain he was screaming
they came and emptied their machine on our limbs
when anyone moved they drilled their metal.

A three year old girl I saw one of them hide
a white hand clutched at her brother’s hear
those animals pulled her aside
took a knife and tore her apart
and mercilessly injured when she cried.

No remorse or pain or hesitation
even the devil shall weep
at their inhumane assassinations
goose bumps shall creep
when you relive our experience.

I wish I could say goodbye
I wish I could unsee the pain inflicted
upon my friends and as I die
I wish I could have fought the wicked
when the created havoc in my life.

I wish I could see my mother
I left my house today and shall not return
today I lie here and suffer
for her lap and hand I yearn
when shall the end come.

Your son is leaving the world, maa
I miss your lap and lullaby
I am hurting a lot inside and out
please do not cry
when you see my white shirt turned red.

My time has come maa,
don’t let chutki see me like this
close your eyes too
this pain you cannot bear
when I will be brought to you.

I left the house for the last time
shall leave in white again
I have destroyed your dreams maa
please forgive me I couldn’t support you
when you go to bury me.

Its getting dark maa, I cannot see or hear
I think the end has come, I am going now maa
these people hurt us a lot maa
you be strong and don’t cry, I’ll heal
when I go to the angels,
goodbye maa. 

 

Am I the cold one?

In a sky of thousand stars I’d look for the sun

Though both can’t exist as one

But when one reveals I await the other

Await in hope of return.

Far away even you went

With pain and agony a goodbye I said

Living on memories we spent

As my tears shed.

I moved ahead grasping on

Darkness followed every moment

This battle love hadn’t won

For bitter was the present.

What seemed eons passed

And arrived a reason for me to smile

Arises the Hope that my hurt will be cured

And make life senile.

Followed this bliss was a blast of pain

When you stood at my doorstep

Denial and betrayal clouded the tears I flowed in vain

Asking for apology to be accepted.

The reason for your return I choke

This fairytale doesnt need a demon

Our bonds if any, called off

Cuz my sensibility died within.

Turmoil is what it is

Inside my heart and soul

My heart says give another chance despite mistakes of his

and if I dont, am I being cold?

A part of my life

My partner at night
which makes me feel home at every sight
the wonderful dresses he’ll wear
and all my chattering he’ll quietly bear
the life out of him I’ll squeeze
no matter how much as a kid I’ll act he’ll never tease
on him I’ll weep till he’s drenched in my tears
and clutch tight with outmost fear.
During my frustrated moments
punching bag he’ll become
My dark side with a smile he’ll welcome.
He’s my hairstylist, my 24/7 friend
a part of me, from night to day by my side
btw did I mention who I’m talking about
you probably know him too
I mean, you do have a pillow, don’t you?

If Forever was real

It has taken me this long to realize
that there is no forever
it’s just beautiful to theorize
that the end shall come never.

It’s just a facade to mask our real fear
of losing those who are near and dear
Because deep down a voice shall always whisper
your end may not be together.

We speak something we truly not believe
a rational may say its till we breathe
but by your last breath theirs could have been done and at yours,
will their memories come in a run?

Immortalize your presence
maybe for centuries to come
but at a time you will be nothing but absence
for after you, many have succumbed.

If forever was a time frame
it would be in all sizes
If forever was a beautiful phrase
it would be the sweetest thing to say
If forever marked your death
it would be the frightening to hear
If forever was real
there would be no goodbyes
And if there was a forever
it would for some always be a sorrow tomorrow.

Is Failure really a stepping stone?

They say failure is a stepping stone
but just how many failures
does it take to hone
and before that should hope die
then in vain goes all our tries.

The first is hard to accept
second the blow has lesser impact
Then it becomes second nature
and doesn’t matter anymore to this creature.

Doubts begin to surface
am I in for a wrong chase?
is it a incapability in me
or is this how it is meant to be?

Am I to quit or continue
to hope or to get realistic
that maybe this stepping stone
takes you so high but drops you to the floor.
What would you have done; tired of all the run?
hope and rebound or another goal to be found?

Will I be missed?

I wonder more times than one
That in this world is there someone
Who feels my presence in their lives
Or does everyone consider me as a passer by?
I know there is goodbye
One that everyone has to tell
But will mine be followed by hue and cry
Or wipe a sweat and relief of sigh.
Is there anyone who’s afraid
I’ll be gone Shed a tear and shudder in the fear
Of me not being there?
I know I’m not known by many
But among those who knew me
How many would care about my presence
How many would remember me in my absence
Would my loss ever be felt
Or would it be meaningless to the living
Just like the stray or wild beasts fate.
But even their loss might be felt
By nature’s bounty and their fed
So am I that unfortunate alive
That there are who are fortunate after my death.
So I sit and live and think
Will my goodbye ever be dread?
Will my absence ever be felt?

Reality is Scarier

Fates playing a strange game with me
I have everyone but I have no one
I have been left alone to cry
In my own troubles to die
As darkness I embrace
And fall in my grace
With life I debate
At this injustice at heavens gate
No one hears my screams
I wish to escape into a dream
For reality is scarier than it seems.

To Everyone Who Left

To everyone who left.

Hey passerby,
Welcome to my life.
Thanks for giving me smiles
Making this day brighter
Giving me a future
But well You said goodbye.

The thing is,
You told me “I won’t leave”
But funny how empty is another chair
At this big table of ever met.

They all go,
I know that
But when its a choice
I dont get that.

Were those promises empty vessels
Or did I just hallucinate another wish.
I walk ahead with a space in my heart
I walk ahead while looking back
Maybe there’s a chance you’re there
But well I guess you wouldn’t care.

Hey there,
Another passer by
Please come and tell me another lie
Tell me there’s more than just the present with you
And when you’re gone
I’ll cry at your goodbye too.

I’ll welcome once again
Another to add to the well of tears
After those who left
After everyone who left.

Moon Dance

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Northern Nevermore

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Gracefully glide over dew robed grass
Vault over a thousand shards of glass
This isn’t the time to be bound to the past
Memories aside, away they are cast

Elegant dance through the starlit night
Doused in the silver essence of moonlight
Finally some space to openly breathe
Far apart from your monstrous creed

Soul wide open, aching for release
Pirouette in the dark, emotions unleashed
Reached the murky depths of my very being
This is the time, I shall not be fleeing

Light a fire as glorious as the Aurora
Creatures of the night released by Pandora
Ray of light extinguish these monstrosities
Dawn arrives, inhale the breeze.

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