Hope

That morning a dead flower sprouted up again into an epitome of beauty,

It regained its colour, unfolded its petals and sent forth a sweet fragrance.

It breathed again and shimmered happiness when it danced with the air,

And naughtily displayed how important was the feel of existence.

The flower reflected the joy shamelessly of winding itself again into the threads of life.

This spark disturbed my eyes when I passed by it sadly after losing another strife.

But the flash of happiness was so effective that it healed the pain which I hid in my heart,

And after watching it for mere few seconds, I forgot that the life I lead was so hard.

I had seen that flower before also, trampled and broken,

But that day I was shocked to see its petals beautifully opened.

It was a sunflower which lived by the sight of the sun,

The sun's heat gave it comfort and during night, all its life it used to shun.

I was amazed to realize that during the happy time, the flower looked bright,

And it closed its petals with the arrival of sad time which, for it, was night.

It allowed only happiness to approach it and reflected that feel in a soothing way,

It always restrained from hugging pain which came after the end of the sunny day.

I felt bemused after I pondered over the conclusion which my thoughts had made,

All that feeling of refusal and anguish stuffed tightly inside me started to fade.

I felt that I only allowed tears to fill my eyes and pain to wound my scratched skin,

I never tried to look beyond suffering and realize that enormous joy even I could win.

The fault lay in me as I never saw those speckles which covered most of my body,

I only wished to find mistakes and blots in the ones who looked different or gaudy.

In this way, I attracted dejection towards myself from all the corners around me,

My behavior was responsible for the pain I endured which no one would ever like to feel.

That sunflower watered those seeds of hope in me which had unwillingly fallen into a sleep,

Its magical water sprouted a life in them who woke up happily and came out from the deep.

I was flavoured by the new aroma of hope which wanted to live forever with me,

It wiped away my tears and dissatisfaction and now all the colours of this world I could see.

I could see the butterflies hovering above me along with those thousand smiling flowers,

And also many birds chirping including that woodpecker striking the tree creating deep scars.

I felt relieved when the cool breeze struck me with infinite love and affection,

Almost immediately I found that I'm becoming unadulterated by the removal of my exasperation.

I plucked that sunflower and few others and kissed it with acceptance,

I decided to gift it to the one who rejected me as I lacked flamboyance.

I was sure that for the first time I was ready to start my life all over again,

And by giving her the token of my affection, I would forget that once I was wane.

I discovered a new person within me, who could see beyond the horizon,

He was the one who would never accept any suffering or express himself with hesitation.

That man had taken birth within me, who had the ability to toss the bad days,

And always find hope in every bad situation that tried to harm him by extending its sway.

I had become the man of determined dreams.

I had become the man unaffected by gleams.

I had become the man having the heat of hundred stars,

I had become the man having healed scars.

It was all because of that sunflower, which looked directly into my eye and saw my heart,

Which said that she rejected me only because she wanted that I should improve for better.

I'm glad I overcame the situation, under which my life had become so hard,

Today, what I can see in front of me is she, her love and my hope which beautifully glitters.

Nobody Understands Me

I crashed on the walls of fear and loneliness everytime I realized that I was upto no good,

And there was no one who could be seen in the mist of hope asking me not to brood -

More pain, more tears and more neglection in the environ of divine love flowing with haste,

There was indeed no one who correctly valued me and assured that I was not a waste.

I was only laughed at when I said that the speckle in the moon was very clear,

My explanation was never heeded, never discussed and to listen to it nobody gave an ear.

My tears had so many meanings, but the one that was interpreted by many was,

I am sad or I'm pretending to have suffered some defeat or an inevitable dearly loss!

I feel that I had been sleeping for many thousand years as no one recognizes me today,

Once I had been popular as whenever I came in front of the people, most of them had something to say.

Time changed, I changed but mostly it were the people around me who drastically changed,

And they always utilised every opportunity to mock me and get me sad and deranged.

I needed someone on whom I could spit my feelings of dejection and some of my fears,

But no one responded to my pleads and I was alone to speak my agony for myself to hear!

There was no 'once in a blue-moon' that attracted any mortal towards me with a peace of understanding,

There was no one who ever tried to console me whenever I cried saying, 'When will some joys my life bring?'

I felt that among the roaring crowd it was only she whose faith in me could never sever,

But she also bid me a 'bye' bluntly despite she knew that good-byes really are forever.

I was awestruck and I continued to stare at her response with my tired eyes on and on,

What stopped me and asked me to pause was when I realised that she was indeed gone.

No one ever tried to peep into me to find out what I felt when I opened my eyes and looked around,

And whenever I was rejected by everybody harshly and mockingly called as a stinking hound.

I was only given advices to change myself in order to survive this harsh world which banished me,

I lacked someone who could feel my pain and understand why it is required to drink a little glee.

At every point of running time I was asked to transform, I was considered at the fault,

My hesitation was asked to be suppressed and only my anger was ordered to come to a halt.

I lacked people who would come and place their hands on my weeping heart crying for help,

I lacked some firm shoulders who could allow my head to rest on them until I restored my real self.

Whenever I tried to argue against anything that harmed my respect in any plausible way,

I was convinced not to indulge myself in any retaliation by expressing what the truth asked me to say.

Sigh! Neither I found a mortal who could bring light in the dark, lonely rooms of the Palace where I lived,

Nor the immortal sun showed any interest to get gleams in my life as always behind the dark clouds it hid!

On every occasion the shout of the circumstances revealed that I'm not amongst all, I'm very different.

And always I was pushed forcefully into a barren garden to lick the dry grass which once was succulent.

Even the park of my life was the same - dry, colorless having dozens of faded flowers and trees,

But the flower of my spirit still had some colours but sadly, it could be uprooted anytime by even a tender breeze.

I had become so weak after living a life of loneliness, grief, tears, remorse and hopelessness,

In the absence of any companions who could try occasionally to fetch me any phenomenal feel of happiness.

I cannot see the future but if it has any good reserved for me, I just wish it is that only one thing I need,

Someone should walk into my life who can understand me and value the each drop of blood that I bleed.

Running Towards the Doom

I am running on the road with no end,
Hoping to kiss that love which I found in a dear friend.
I've passed the houses of the distinguished,
With the flare in my hope unextinguished.

I thought to be myself this time,
When I look straight into your eyes.
I felt now I have pretended enough,
Even my gentle feelings had become rough.

I could have entered into your world quite early,
But I paused by a milestone fearfully.
What it said made me confused,
And I stopped my journey as the message was rude.

It said if I dared to cross it out of affection,
I may end up in the most severe dejection.
I could definitely find my love on the other side,
But it wasn't sure that even she would love me and not be snide.

If I failed to get her, I would not get anyone else,
There would be no gong present to strike my hope-bells.
I may enter into the world of true depression,
Which may stab all my little and innocent aspirations.

I stammered a little and pondered over my decision,
But out of true love I crossed the milestone without a hesitation.
I was so confident that God has not created sadness for me,
He has only created comfort and love in my life and that too not wee.

I started to move ahead humming a sweet tune,
I never realized that this entire scene could look so much lune -
A mad lover walking on the road leading to death,
And thinking that on the other side stood his love waiting holding her breath!

I was unruffled by any kind of pessimistic thoughts,
I was sure that she will come to me overlooking my hundred blots.
I knew that even she loved me and will always do,
Her feelings will definitely not change even if she met anyone new.

It took me a considerable time to find her amidst that mist,
The rose I had carried for her had died and its petals I held in my fist.
I filled with joy when she raised her eyes and looked into mine,
Oh! What a feeling it was! I had never felt so fine!

Then came a guy from behind and stood next to her,
And I saw her beating start startle and slowly fill with spur.
He rested his hand on her shoulder and looked straight into my muddled eyes,
But it was not very late when I realized that I've come out from the world of lies.

The reality released the thunder from the sky and it directly fell on me,
My little eyes cried and my heart bleeded when I fell on my knees.
There were no set of words that could come out of my gaping mouth,
And question her, 'What is this all about?'

I understood that her 'new' man had walked the road, from which I came much early,
And so today he had got a place in her little heart and that too of someone dearly.
I was late. I was late to express my love and except that I lived only for her,
I was too nerd to express with firm mind those three so-called magical words of love.

I could see pity dwelling in her eyes when she saw my condition,
But also she was glad of not having me as her life-long companion.
She had chosen the love of her life in haste and maybe she did right,
As I never accepted that I loved her and never allowed my love to appear bright.

I retraced my steps when the happy couple gazed me with awe,
The rose petals in my hand fell before her, cursing themselves for being flaw.
A tear of mine drenched those petals and buried them in their grave,
And with some words of disgust I ran away from her as I wasn't that brave.

I ran with my full might to protect my bleeding heart from dying down,
And restore my image as today in front of them I exactly looked like a clown.
A trail of fallen tears followed me as they were incapable of making any flower bloom,
And gave me a company when I started to run towards my final doom.

It was she who was the spirit in my body, and who gave me strength,
It was only she who, under every circumstance, was my real friend.
Now when she was no more, I felt like I've lost my life and enthusiasm,
I was definitely not ready to confront that pinching realm.

I wiped my tears as I ran away thinking that now the situations didn't favour me,
Now that dark time which was destined for me had come where I will have no glee.
While I ran, all the time, her face, his face, and my grief above me hovered,
And I accepted that I'm not worth living as for me, the game was over!

Unlucky

Whatever I do, I never get appreciated but cursed,

Even if I try to be transparent, people around find me blurred.

I never complained whenever I was targeted as the victim of contemptuous stares,

But today I'm uneasy; I feel suffocated in this open fresh air!

When I look back upon my past with an eager eye,

I find that my entire existence was based on an appalling lie.

The one whom I considered as the best among all my numbered friends,

Was the real betrayer and the culprit who murdered my honest strength.

Slowly I had become the centre of mockery and the pinching eyesore,

I got so much hatred that now I'm having no space within myself to accommodate more!

My little joys and true dreams were crashed and trampled mercilessly by thousand foes,

Even my friends behaved the same as them and I started breathing blood through my nose.

They say I don't react and when I do, they want that I shouldn't act,

All this has left me muddled and confused because the power to assess things, I lack.

I thought that the full moon night will bring a new charm in the darkness I'm in,

But it never helped, days and months passed and people continued committing sins.

I had felt the feelings of true love once which gave me a new hope to live,

It made me selfish and greedy as I never wanted that to anyone I should give -

My love. But it never happened the way I wanted it should,

Her prince came on a lovely white horse and smilingly in front of me he stood.

I can be easily identified amidst a happy crowd,

I'm passive but still my dull appearance is pretty loud.

I may be seen with a drooping face and unhappy eyes in those smiling faces,

I may look like a retarded horse that has continuously lost many races.

There was a time when good luck used to shelter and nourish me with confidence,

But everything is lost today, I'm weeping in the grim world of internal silence.

I no longer have the power and reasons to get back again into euphoria,

But to struggle and lose against everyone and lead a life of intense hysteria.

When I look around, I am hardly able to feel any love and some satisfaction,

I pray to God why he cursed my parents and gave them such a useless son.

I'm unlucky to all those who lie within my reach and vicinity,

I want to get killed, not by their words, but like the way people burn an effigy.

I feel so unlucky because I was denied the right to be treated as someone normal,

I never had some friends who, on every occasion, would not be formal.

I never got a chance to taste her intimacy and a fair share to drink some love from her lake,

Everytime I looked into her eyes for clarification, she always tried to be fake.

I'm not happy in this condition, in which I'm into since many years of my childhood days,

When the rest of the kids used to play with their friends, I tried to come out from this lonely maze.

I was unable to feel any love or affection in those days of my life which were so special,

And I indeed failed to collect any joy for lifetime in my empty, rusted and perforated vessel.

I hate to show that I love you

I was satisfied that very day when I accomplished to convince this world that I hated you,
Which always said, rather shouted that with you I can never misbehave or be untrue.
I forced the people around and some of my special friends to believe that I really didn't love you,
Who finally realized that I was not pretending as all the time your references made me blue.

I always tried that people should know that in my weak life, you meant nothing,
Despite the core of my heart always said that you were my inspiration, my everything.
I never allowed my feelings to flow again in that river, which dried because of my hatred,
My hard feelings for you always made my heart uneasy and everyday it remorsefully bled.

At times, I even spoke millions of abuses that insulted your angelic character,
To make the guys around feel that really, for you I can never be a benefactor.
It was no trouble for me to say all that as I had always been a remarkable actor,
And after all that, I could be spotted affectionately kissing your love-letter.

I did cry a lot when you left my hand at the time when I thought you were all mine,
I never expected the 'unexpected' to occur and I was alone to taste my tears.
Your departure killed me and my dead body lay bleeding in a rusted shrine,
And it wasn't long that I stopped responding to people as I had lived my worst fears.

I may be seen unaffected by the waves of love that originate from him and strike you,
I may give expressions that prove that I'm used to all that and there was nothing new.
I may smile still when I talk with you or any other of your friends any day,
But I know that my throat is choked and my eyes are welled with the internal distress of dismay.

I'm no longer a happy person, who had the ability to conquer the harsh days of his life,
I no longer have that confidence which pushed me ahead to emerge as a potent in every strife.
I collapsed when my love was uprooted before when it could actually take its firm roots,
And amidst nowhere the man of your life came singing his unappealing and crass hoots.

In order to protect my respect and from being called as a crazy lover who has no love,
I started restraining myself from you and from all those things in which you were.
Even if someone spoke your name I would get wild and agitated, totally beyond control,
Despite I knew that I loved you so deep and you still gave aroma to my foul smelling soul.

I was afraid to love you infront of everyone as all of them knew that you loved someone else,
And I may appear so stupid and helpless in that situation when I would ring my love bells!
To protect myself from more mockeries and sarcasm extending its sway towards me,
I was forced to behave that your name was cursed and when pronounced it sucked all of my glee.

The saddest part for me was that you never tried to find out if I had loved you or not,
Because I knew that many people had told you that my love for you was without any blots.
My love was completely altruistic which wanted that you should become popular and beloved,
But I was told that this aimless world misconstrued my visible love as if it mysteriously hid.

That's why I look callous whenever your name catches the limelight in front of my uneasy eyes,
And unknowingly, I'm asked by my timid mind to hate you by taking help of some obscene lies.
But my heart is ever true and it still beats in the hope of seeing that day when the black sky gets blue,
And when you come running back to me and I no longer hate to show that how much I love you...

The Life of Death

The saddest part of being a human is that
With passing time we get old.
And when we need energy, we find no fat
Beneath our wrinkled skin tone.

We start to lose our charm in the most unpleasing way,
We become unappealing, lethargic and ugly.
We cannot even stand beneath the warm sun during the day,
And can only dream of again walking briskly.

Then comes that day which is destined for all of us,
We have to leave this world and hug demise.
It is the time that defines the term 'mortal',
And no one can escape this fate, neither the foolish nor the wise.

What happens then? After someone has died?
Obviously, we lament and shriek at the loss.
But can that dead person again see us,
Engaged bitterly in a loud remorse?

Where does he go when his body is burnt?
Or is placed in a coffin and then buried in this Earth?
Is the man's vision lost for ever,
When the flame of his life becomes an extinguished hearth?

Is there any hell or heaven?
Do all spirits reach there by the roads which they had taken?
Is there any God with whom they ultimately meet?
Or the spirits of the dead further burn because of the hell's heat?

No living creature has ever experienced death,
Then why is everyone so sure that what does heaven or hell hath?
These different dimensions of the world are never seen,
Then why do people say that these places have always been?

And what does that dead man feel?
He knows that his wounds are never going to heal.
His absence will always haunt the joy of the relatives,
But now in our world, is he still a native?

What form does he take after he dies?
Does he look the same as he did before his death?
Or he reduces in size to become somewhat like flies?

Religions say that after death, a person meets the Lord,
He loves him and protects him from facing any odds.
The dead man finds a shelter in the land of the ultimate King,
But to all dead people, is this the only thing which their fortunes bring?

Isn't the heaven already over-crowded with other good people?
And hell suffocated with those who committed crimes quite lethal?
Is there any further room to stuff the invisible into it?
Isn't there any other dimension which is still to be lit?

If the spirits survive even after the death, what is their age?
These are some of the questions which people never envisage.
Don’t these spirits grow older in heaven after death?
And when their time comes, don't they suffer yet another death?

How long a person does lives then? What is the whole logic?
Is death something really bad or tragic?
Can anyone explain me what actually happens when there is no breath?

'What is the life of the death??'

The Blot in your Beauty

I never felt as bemused as I felt that day,
When you called me up but had nothing to say.
You replied to my warm 'hello' with a feeble tone,
That was filled with those tears which had made you lone.

I had never heard you cry before, in that tragic tone sounding so sore.
I felt helpless and desired to salve your grief by a lilt,
But that didn't help and I was locked up in the utmost guilt.

Your trembling voice spoke to me in a pitch of dismay,
It devoured those words which I wanted to say.
I stood still listening to you while my eyes gazed the holy Faun,
With whose blessings all your pains would be immediately gone.

This is one of the experiences of my aimless life and barren love,
That bruised my confidence and poured loneliness into my nerves.
That love of my life had kissed me with betrayal,
And fled with the one she loved against the harsh gale.

They had been living with the strongest affection after she broke my heart,
And only their tender love was left for me to dart.
The way they loved each other was, for me, like the worst tempest,
As my heart only pumped blood to stain our sweet love, I confess.

It had been a year since I was left to wander fetching the broken parts of my soul,
Which was burst into tiny pieces when she left me because of that vermint.
My existence and my smiles of ecstasy were also missing on the whole,
When her departure pushed me into this world of loneliness and grim.

She pulled me out of this world when she had called up that day,
Though she talked with me in a tone which wasn't gay.
She hadn't called me up to express that she had realized that she loves only me,
But to say that a misunderstanding strained him and her, and nowhere she could find glee.

I listened calmly to all her narration,
She spoke all her grief out despite of some hesitation.
And then she was blinded by some tears in her eyes,
After she expressed to me some truths after many lies.

I said to myself, 'O girl, if you had been with me,
I would have never allowed you to cry.
But it was your choice; you chose your love wrong,
And I was left to my fate that requested me to die.
Now why do you ask help from someone whom you never valued?
Inspite you know that with me you only behaved rude.
I'm sure that you even knew that I had loved you so much,
Even then you paralysed me without gifting me any crutch!'

But I had a soft-corner for her even when I knew she had never done anything sane for me,
And her condition ordered me to wipe her tears with my affection so that she could see.
She listened to each and every word I spoke in order to reduce the bitterness of her faith's curd,
And she was so satisfied and pleased with those last lines which I had uttered!

'Remember, he cannot afford to lose a gem like you ever,
Even if you leave him and go, his love for you in any case will not deter.
You are the most beautiful belonging which he can flaunt wherever he goes,
He is merely a thorned stalk but when you are there, it becomes a rose.
And whenever you feel there is something which you want to tell me,
I'm always there to assist you as making your smiles wider is my duty.
Don't get upset on such little things and cry on it until when I'm alive,
Because these tears are indeed a blot in your beauty!'

The Effect of Rain

I feel the chilling breeze flowing since night,
And that faint sun still emanating some light.
The noise of the raindrops falling on the roof,
Make me crazy, I start to move around to goof.

When the rain strikes the leaves of the shivering plants,
The melody produced asks me to step into a sweet trance.
The afraid flowers close their petals to stay safe,
When the morning chill moves happily all over with nippy waves.

The sound of the thunder and the flash of the lightening,
And the sound of the afraid dogs and of other creatures whining,
With the occasional chirp of birds and the moos of the cows,
And the happiness of the farmers and poor peasants willing to plough-
Add to the beauty of the nature, and the effect of rain,
When water will quench our thirsty throats and not dump into huge drains.

And then the rainbow shines when the sun looks at the drenched Earth,
And even the nature starts to smile with the true mirth.
I feel so satisfied when I look onto the fresh flowers dazzling under light,
And praise that Almighty who is solely responsible for their might.

The whole environment around gets filled with a new life,
A new wave of renaissance stretches its arms to hug the different creatures with pride.
I feel so delighted to smell the odour of the new jasmines,
And to see that nothing around me shouts with depression or appears snide.

Even the dying flowers get a new hope to staunch their dying stalk,
And even my crippled dreams get a new hope to walk!
I can hardly recollect if I had ever felt as lucky and happy as I felt today,
When the moisture-laden breezes lifted from me all the feelings of dismay.

I felt I was purified as the blots of dissatisfaction on me were washed away by the rain,
And all my secrets were revealed and my entire grief or remorse had become arcane.
When I saw the trees trembling and the little grass stand erect,
I realized that being weak cannot necessarily attract all troubles with you as the target.

The fair breeze lifted that umbrella, which hindered joy to approach me,
And for the first time I was standing to lick merriness for free.
I could never imagine that this nature will try to help me out,
And respond in such a beautiful way to my regular helpless shouts.

The first time I'm bereft of words that can detail my experience,
Because I never realized that a single rain can erase most of my grievance.
I feel lucky, lucky to have life within me,
Because if I were not alive, I would have never felt this overwhelming glee.

Girls : A blessing or a curse?

With her birth, somewhere was played a bassoon
And somewhere were the sounds of an unhappy croon.

When she opened her eyes, some people were happy,
Unlike her blood relatives, showing the signs of being snappy.

A girl is a amongst the marvels created by God,
Then why is she considered among the awful odds?

Since birth she faces discrimintion because of her gender,
Why with her, a girl, the parents never tender?

Parties rock all night with the birth of a son,
In our society boys and girls are not treated as equal ones.
The remorse and sadness can be visible in those families,
Who have only daughters to earn by their abilities.

The birth of a girl is rarely an extravaganza,
Our long tradition curses her existence.
It's only the males, who are an asset of bonanza,
Who are loved even when they are filled with defiance.

Her education hardly extends over the high school,
Because her parents don't want to waste their tools-
Over her but on the educations of their sons.
Her mother also forgets that even she was a girl once.

The first trouble that faces her parents is regarding dowry,
Which immediately makes them unaffectionate and loury.

A girl is not included in the family as she has to go after the marriage,
Or to the market forcefully to sell herself in a carriage.

Her respect is devoured by those who wish to exploit her womanhood,
And in an instance she loses her sheen, her hardihood.

A girl cannot walk alone even in a crowded street,
As she is fearful of those 'men' who may interfere to deplete-
Her 'respect' in the listless customs of a brainless society,
Who ever sacrifice girl children to please their divine deity.

Even after a girl is married off, she may not live a life of comfort,
She still has to face the frowns and anger of the people in her husband's world.
Most of the times she is forced to burn herself in that fire where she cooks food,
And sometimes she is even thrown on the street when she satisfies the need of the brood.

A girl's tears are never cared; her dreams are never valued,
The customs of our society are only where the elder individuals are glued.
A mother also avoids to understand the feelings of her daughter,
As she knows that she herself is dragging her to the slaughter.

I feel so pity to see what's happening around me,
Is everyone blind? Can anyone see?
Is no person around a feminist any longer?
Will the girls be always tortured by a race which is physically stronger?

A girl is known by her husband's name,
If her husband loses his respect, she is also defamed.

A widow cannot still re-marry in most places,
She is burnt alive and ironically, no one approaches the police to files cases.

A girl-child is no longer a wish in any family,
If a girl is born she simply becomes a burden to carry.

The truth is that the conditions of women in our society cannot get worse,
No one has the ability to answer truthfully, 'Who is a girl? A blessing or a curse?'

When will the happy days come?

The rains of acid have pierced my naked soul,
In this joy exchanging earth, God has not given me any role.
I'm exempted from holding any happiness and keep it safe with myself,
In this world of tall and mighty, I feel like I'm a little ugly elf.

I'm bereft of friends, who can hold my hand and proudly say,
That they'll love me forever and always make me gay.
I'm tired of drinking blood of my dead dreams everyday,
And finding only a coffin for me to comfortably lay.

I'm exhausted crying those tears of remorse when I find you so jolly with him,
Whenever you touch him, the pain in my eyes gets raised to the brim.
I ask myself with a sigh, 'Why did you have to leave me so early?
Why was I been cursed by the divine Lord to lose someone so dearly?'

I'm being stabbed by the dagger of loneliness periodically without a fail,
I'm forced to withstand the every piercing abhorrent gale.
The surroundings ask me to hate myself and pawn my confidence,
They tell me not to think again of any sweet reminiscence.

I'm fatigued after winning so many insults everytime, everyday,
Wherever I go, I'm accompanied by the loud clouds of dismay.
I'm often coerced to lick the mud of mockery without any complain,
And in the crowd of thousands, only I'm tagged as the disdain.

O Lord, when will the happy days come?
I don't long to see many, but atleast some.
Even I wish to stay convivial at some point of time,
And feel the much desired feelings of being sublime.

I wish to see the sun without the eclipse,
And get the chance to again kiss her wet lips.
I desire to see those people, who are transparent with their opinions,
And who do not become entirely two different individuals in different conditions.

I want to revive the reverberation of my laughter,
I don't want to allow this world to come and slaughter
The timid spirit hiding beneath the layers of my skin,
Who faced the mockery by the members of its own kin!

Even I want to hear the melody of the praises again,
And not just the roar of some obscene gruntles.
Even I wish that someone should hug me tight with affection,
And forever become my friend by always being subtle.

When will these happy days come?
When will I be also among the happy ones?
When will my rueful past swap with the future's honey?
When will my present erase all my mournful ironies?

When will I be able to stand and face the world alone?
When will I be treated with everyone's gentle tones?
When will I be allowed to lock my fingers in your sweet-smelling ringlets?
And when will the rain-water interfere to make my eyes wet?

When will I be by your side again, holding your hands?
When will my soul reincarnate from the infertile sand?
When will you fight this whole world to come back to me?
When will you rest in my arms again and feel that inexplicable glee?

When will the roses bloom in the garden of my hopes?
When will I be freed from these burning, suffocating ropes?
When will my long patience of mine pay off in a pleasant way?
When will I be able to comfortably see a happy day?

O Lord of this world, who gives smile to the dejected,
Why my dreadful conditions have left you unaffected?
When will you instil happiness in my empty life?
When will you give me some happy days in this strife?

When?... Till when shall I wait?...
When will the happy days come?
When will I be stained forever with fun?
When?.... O’ Lord, when?

I Bleed for You

I was neglected by your happy jovial eyes so often,
That I was forced to feel like I'm a petty lonely orphan.
Your jaunty laughs suppressed my existence in such a delightful way,
Today, I've forgotten to love, smile, and snigger and feel gay.

You kicked me off your life with so much ease,
And almost immediately my beating heart was declared on lease.
You forgot everything about me, my all hopes and dreams,
Despite you knew that I always echoed your name whenever my nightmares screamed.

I felt I was being pranked upon when you fled,
But when you never returned, my eyes got red -
Due to pain and that blood, which my heart pumped sadly,
So that I could cry that blood out as a symbol of remorse, quite madly.

My tears were not significantly enough to display my distress,
And clearly show that how much your absence could harass -
Me, and my faith in all good, holy things happening around.
Your absence shouted in every part of my body without making sound.

I used to attach my name to you whenever I called you up,
But now, I no longer had the right to boast my luck.
It all ended the way which couldn't have been more painful and sad,
And out of this pool of dysphoria, it was only you who emerged glad.

I was left to drown and drown in the deepest layers of sorrow,
While you comforted yourself on the smile of Lord Mellow.
You never valued me much and so escaped any kind of suffering caused because of me,
I was the fool who regarded you as a silver bowl which contained my little glee.

I was pushed naked into the blades of loneliness because of you,
When you stayed tender and jaunty with your love in the rivers of fresh dew.
I found no alternative to keep myself aloof from getting troubled and blue,
As everyday, without a fail, I bleed for you...

You never felt the pain which I received when you left me that unlucky day,
And you never even tried to listen what my languid heart had to say.
In a second you kicked that stool, on which I stood with a rope around my neck,
Leaving me hanging, and allowing me to get choked to death.

The waves of my true love roamed aimlessly in the ocean of despair,
To ask you to come back but they couldn't even trace your single hair!
You had firmly broken all those links which could further connect you and me,
When you had kissed him with acceptance in that auspicious breeze.

I'm broken today; my each part is holding a strand of my dead hope,
Which wished that someday you'll come to me and together we'd elope -
And enter into a world where no hindrance could interrupt our love and its fresh hue.
But today everything has collapsed, and I'm left to bleed for you...

A Daisy In December

Years of miseries in a feeble life had made her ill,
She always appeared sick and never showed any movement by her will.
Even the efforts made by the gushing air were all trashed in vain,
As that daisy stood still with no hope of meeting someone sane.

She always faced dejection and refusal in one way or the other,
There existed no one who could praise her beauty in a tone like that of a lover.
Only her sisters and friends were praised by the passers-by,
This bitter everyday neglection she suffered further made her cry.

She was never noticed, never allured and never appreciated,
The serene beauty she possessed was always hated.
Even though she tried all ways to make herself shine amongst all,
She was only overlooked by the little and the tall.

Once her entire family was chosen to adore the princess bride,
But she was left there unnoticed by anyone’s sharp eyes.
Her own kin mocked her inability to please the ones for whom she was born,
While they were being carried to the Royal Wedding leaving her crooning and torn.

Even the pleasant butterflies never hovered above that daisy,
This rotten treatment forced those some rays of hope within her to get hazy.
She was unable to find even a little abode in the land of peace,
Where she could spend her remaining life with joy, untortured by the fleas.

People often trampled her when they passed by her,
Her stability and power were all frequently stirred.
There was no one who sympathised her or cried for her,
And so, she started to find the feelings of love turning blurred.

Her once bright, jovial colours started turning pale because of depression,
She never even tried to feel again the selfless love’s sensation.
She never needed water or the fresh drops of dew to adore her neglected petals,
As the tears she cried incessantly fulfilled all her needs of needing water to look mettle.

She was left lonely at the time when the year was approaching it’s end,
While the rest of the world celebrated for the arrival of the next year as an unfallible trend.
She felt discomforted in that snow which had fallen in that cold December,
And helpless for no one could hear her as they all rested in a quiet slumber.

The chunks and flakes of snow covered her fully and she couldn’t see,
Unlike the others, who could still watch the blue skies.
It included those creatures who insulted her simple charm and that tree,
Which sometimes supported her and prevented her cry because of all her broken ties.

Still, with all her energy and might she penetrated that snow which hindered her vision,
To see that world which was responsible for giving her those different forms of depression.
She looked placid but ever whiter because of immense cold,
Her stem started trembling in that chilly evening which indirectly fortold –

Her death, in this world of pain and losses.
And she feared losing her ignored identity amongst the nasty mosses.
Even her roots sensed inability to hold her tight in that chill,
As they were numb and feared the snow which appeared to fall from the highest hill.

She shedded her petals, and looked high up with regret from her empty stalk,
As whenever she was lonely, she saw a friend in the azure sky with whom she could talk.
Today it was blanketed by the vast mass of black, ugly clouds of grief,
Which demanded all her joy and her scarce feel of some relief.

She felt sorry for she could not accomplish the task which she was entitled to do,
When she stepped into this Earth in the form of a seed with a fade hue.
She could not please the eyes of the people who looked upon her,
She got no appreciation but a lot of disgusted murmurs.

She never knew which fault lay within her which obstructed joy to approach her,
Which all of her relatives, being exactly the same, recieved without any hampers.
With this view in mind she went to a long sleep from where she could never recover,
And all her questions were frozen and that daisy died in the chill of December.

The Divine Love

That dark time hadn't passed when you were still with him,

After leaving me tied with despair on a chair emitting grim.

Your brown eyes never turned blue with cold,

Despite you knew that you were the one who struck me bold.

I sat there for ages crying those worthless tears,

In that grey room of solitude who drinks all of your fears -

And produces a man who shimmers with depression,

Who is totally devoid of loving someone again with the true affection.

I had forgotten you completely with my wish and will,

But whenever I look at the moon, I find you staring me still,

And in those thousand stars which flicker with awe and confusion.

You smile at the desperate condition I'm in with heart-felt elation.

I see you in those blissful flowers which adorn anyone's relationship,

And I can feel you when I hear the temple bells ringing before the worship.

My heart still beats for that love, which I imposed on you,

Which can be restored if the thorns of loneliness don't puncture me through.

I always knew I wasn't worth you in every aspect of a mortal's vision,

Still I consoled myself and expressed my love before you without a hesitation.

I was certainly broken with your denial and discomfort,

And so I'm walking today in an unspecified future of mine, quite hurt.

The love birds I see twittering gaily with their mates on my way,

Moisten my eyes and coerce my heart to cry and say -

Why the good Lord didn't secure any love for me before he sent me to this world,

Why all the good, happy things were forbidden to approach this nerd?

I always come to a pause whenever your beauty comes across my noisome mind,

I start diving into my past in which you were the only bliss I could ever find.

Now, my tears and pain have no meaning in defining my love for you,

I feel numb like a grass in the winter who gets to bear the ice-cold drop of dew.

I often stand in the rain so that the pure water heals my bare flesh of dejection,

But that impeccable purity further intensifies my harmless conflagration.

I always return from the rain drenched in an uncanny melancholy,

Can't any virtue of this glorious nature make my conditions any holy?

I have no idea about how much happy you are resting in his arms,

But believe me, even I can get you that feel with a flashy spark of charm!

My heart is still unlocked for you to lock it with your furtive love,

And I'm all ready to offer my life for you if you want it to be served.

I cannot manage to weep my remorse everyday when you talk about him in front of me,

It may appear that I have got a hard heart which cannot easily bleed.

But the doleful truth lies naked grinning in front of me with a pinch of fear,

If you do not accept me even now, I'll certainly die in the coffin produced by my endless tears.

"I love you more than anyone else,

This is what everytime my mind tells.

Though my love may not appear to shine,

But it is certainly a lot divine."

I Don't Know

Expectations are never hurt, they are willfully broken,
No excuse works then because it is awfully intentional.
The wind smiles at the palace of the cards when it is fallen,
As it only desired to see them all scattered in the open!

It is said to act and respond either now or never,
I feel bemused to see myself hopelessly sever -
In the extremes of performance and bearings,
Why can't I rebuke after an intense hearing?

I wasn't under deep depression earlier,
I had been sad because of everything I get to hear -
About myself and the subsequent pain I endorse,
But today the situations have changed the tables to get coarse.

At one side, I'm burdened with hopes and expectations,
At other side I'm being mocked because of my hesitations.
I never denudate a person with my sarcasm,
Even though his words and comments may cause me spasm.

The meaning of life has changed for me,
There is no warmth left for me to feel.
Even my chest is trained now with efficiency,
To face the ever nipping breeze.

Sadness -
Is now what I always feel.
My life does not getting any happier,
With each day it is getting messier.

Happiness -
Has changed its meaning.
My smile does not show that I’m happy at times.
I’m happy only when I correctly interpret my whines.

Loneliness -
Has arrived to accompany me.
It is my companion now and my friend,
And helps me immensely to fetch some glee.

Betrayal -
Has came running to hug me.
If I desired to trust someone sometime,
I was hurt despite I never committed any obnoxious crime.

I don't know...
Till when I will be the only sufferer,
In this world who always pampers,
The ones who are already happier!