I'm always yours

Finally, I accept, you were the only one who made me shine
Who always stood beside me and prevented me to cry or whine
It was you who made me realise that I was fine,
So, even if you leave me alone, I'll only consider that you're still mine.

I may live a delusion this way,
But it's better than to stay alone during the day.
I will still think about those colours which aren't grey,
When I rise up in the morning and go to pray.

I know you haven't still betrayed me,
The time we spent together will never allow you to stay free.
You'll think about me is what I can clearly see,
Sometimes these ideas make me feel an inexplicable glee.

But I have to accept that this is all false.
My mind often reminds me this fact and calls -
'You cannot impose a friendship or intimacy,
It will worsen the bad situation and this is an inevitable prophesy.'

Ok, fine, I'll try to ignore her presence.
But my soul will never forget her essence.
For me, perhaps, she may have closed all her doors,
Still the sweet truth is - Hey girl, I'm always yours...

Who Cares?

Who cares if last night I had wept?
Who cares if the whole night I hadn't slept?
Who cares if it was death I had dreamt?
Or, it was my happiness that I had lent.

People say a friend may do so,
He would care for you without saying 'no',
He may serve himself to make you smile,
And be true to you and never beguile.

If he does so, he is your Best Friend,
His feelings for you are impeccably grand.
He is always there as a helping hand,
Who values you more than the golden sand.

But, the world hasn't made anyone 'best'
So the logic of having a Best Friend - you can detest.
No one will or can be true to you ever,
Even if you did everything good to let him prosper.

People are made selfish and insane,
At some point of time, they'll harm you for their gain.
The friend you considered as 'best' will also deceive you
And all those cronies whom you thought you completely knew.

One can never feel another person's pain.
Even if he is gentle, altruistic or sane.
No one will care about you one day,
And amidst immense darkness and solitude, you will lay.

Sadly, I'm facing these days,
I know how it feels when there are no light rays.
No one has come to hold and liven me,
I'm waiting for my Best Friend to fetch me some glee.

I'm waiting since long but no one came.
Helpless, I want to die by cutting my vein..
Where are those mortals who promised to support me?
I can figure no face in this misty, rough sea.

That’s why the term 'Best Friend' remains undefined.
The world has never witnessed someone who is that kind -
Therefore, who cares, if you die some day?
Even a word of gratitude for you, your Best Friend won’t say.

He may even not know whether you are alive or dead,
Whether all your clothes are drenched in red.
There are no pure feelings left anymore -
Its only wealth and flattery that people allure.

Don’t get attracted towards someone showing special care or hues.
One only lives for oneself is what's true.
And if you ever find anyone loving you blue,

You are in heaven and it is God doing that to you.

Terror

Don’t the terrorists have a heart?
How can they murder people so harsh?
They know that even they will be killed,
Still, why with hatred are their hearts filled?

Why innocence is always claimed?
Why it is only blood that rains?
Can’t it be wickedness or water?
Or something unholy to gutter?

Tears of innocent are only shed,
Only their wounds become more red.
Why is it not even?
Sigh, no one knows the reason.

With planting bombs what will they prove?
That they have tremendous skill to groove?
If they have talent, why not protect their nation?
Against enemies who organize some machination.

Devastation and agony is no feast -
It is actually the bitterest beast.
And still people want to spread terror?
What will they gain if all people live with horror?

With fire and smoke,
They wish to choke -
The breaths of common and harmless
To acquire mental satisfaction or rest?

It’s not fair or just,
By taking someone's life and forcing his family to rust.
Is it fun to make a 2-year old orphan?
Who has just learnt to speak 'dad' and 'mum'?

And what about those old parents?
Whose support and aid these terrorists killed?
They nourished their children for 30 years or more,
And in front of them their dead-bodies lay still.

It is a petrifying scene -
To see people identifying the dead
Some even don’t recognize their family members,
As their body lies away from their heads.

Wounds lie open with dolor
With blood oozing out swiftly, thick red in colour.
An uncomfortable chill prevails around,
As the place becomes a graveyard - nothing produces sound.

Peace - is all we want.
For this we need to be together and act strong.
May God bless the families of the dead
And may their souls rest in a quiet bed.

Rainbow

That day was so real and special,
When I spotted nothing bad or diabolical.
It had been raining that day,
And everything satanic, the water carried away.

After the rain the sun shone bright.
Feeling its golden rays was a delight.
And then I saw the 'sign of hope' - a Rainbow,
Which appeared to bow me as it hunched low.

Its seven colours - bright and new,
Filled me with a new verve and hue.
I started feeling good and blue,
And listed all my agony and complaints as due.

I watched this nature's gift for some time.
And tried to figure the literary reason for its shine.
After not much time I came to that reason,
Which washed away all my hope and confusion.

A rainbow appears after it rains,
After when, all the water from a cloud drains.
It shows its glamour then only,
Till that time, it lives hidden and lonely.

When rainbow welcomes us, the clouds disappear.
Where have they gone?? No one fears.
Their death has produced this rainbow
Who touches the peak of the sky and this Earth so low.

I feel sad, sad for those clouds who were killed,
To let this world smile and to let joy build.
So sacrificing is their attitude -
Still their destruction, within us causes no disquietude.

Clouds shriek when they thunder,
They cry when they rain,
They disappear when they die,
Still we understand nothing, so in vain.

The best proof is, we celebrate a rainbow,
Which is actually a dome on the grave of the clouds.
Have we become so mean and callous?
As we care for no one, save the persons living in our house.

It is sad to know that people see a rainbow as a sign of ‘hope’,
They should hang such notions with the strongest rope.
As, how can anyone rejoice firmly a death?
It’s disgusting, it fills my heart with the bitterest wrath.

Why doesn’t a rainbow ever appear in night?
Why only to the day it shows its ugly sight?
If it were hope, then why didn’t it light the dark?
Why did it only help shine those things which were already with a spark?

Making the BEST better is futile.
Making something bad, something good is divine.
So, a Rainbow holds no sanguine with itself,
It only signifies the death of someone selfless.

Thus, comparing ‘hope’ and ‘Rainbow’ is unfair,
Rainbow is a mere sign of distress and despair.
It carries nothing within it from which one can get inspired,
As a Rainbow was formed when someone suffered and got expired.

Alone

Purity once had a name,

And beauty once had a face.

Life once had a meaning,

And once I was safe.

Once there was freedom,

And once I could laugh.

Happiness once was alive,

And once I had another half.

Once I shared her love,

Once I was by her side,

Once I felt I fitted into her choice,

But that 'once' quickly died.

Her grace so great,

Her beauty so vast,

All I ever wanted,

Was for it to last.

Fate maybe had another plan,

Or maybe she had another love,

But it all fell apart,

The hand too big for the glove.

Now it's all died away,

Happiness, joy, love; all memories.

Now I walk alone in this dark, dark world,

With no light to guide my way.

Where are the colours?

I got up in a regal morning,

After a night full of intense moaning.
I moved ahead to unbolt my balcony-gate,
But came back shocked with a greater haste.

The morning was white and the sun was pale,
The trees looked as colourless pillars.
The flowers were tainted and unsightly,
Even the diamonds did not shimmer!

Lush green pastures looked like abandoned roads,
And so did overflowing waterways.
The crystal statues appeared to be made up of coke,
Even those men who moved around looked choked!

The raindrops reached the land as black ink,
Even the rainbow had no charm or jinx.
Exuberance had all disappeared from my sight,
As my eyes only saw the colors black and white.

The mountains were dark, so were the leaves of the park;
No merry sound I could hear.
There was silence and no dog dared to bark,
Because of the fear of the consequence they may have to bear!

The temple bells were mute,
No one could be seen engrossed in a road-side dispute.
It seemed, all life had faded away,
Every bright or gay colour had become grey!

There was no chirping, there were no banters,
The surroundings only produced quamns.
My spirit felt agitated and it emanated clamours,
As in a weird predicament it sank.

It felt restless and wanted answers,
From the few people it saw around.
But no one was able to answer the question,
"Where are all the colours?”

I Love You

I was struck with the Cupid's arrow,
After seeing you, my world became narrow.
You were my life, my everything;
So I allowed the actual world to shrink.

Your fervour hypnotized me,
Your company filled me with glee.
Your absence traumatized me,
And with closed eyes, I started to see.

You were my hope, you were my light,

You were the one with whom I could fight.

You were my pulse, you were my harmony,

And I considered you a true love's testimony.

You were the most important person of my dreams,
I always thought about your gleams.
You erased all sadness from me and made me gladsome,
Baby, I love you, you're just so winsome.

You made my life so simple and azure,
Your simplicity and beauty is what I allure.
I will perish if you ever leave my hand,
And in front of your eyes, I will disappear into the sand.