Thursday, June 22, 2017

Silent Tears

Life’s silent tears
Festering and unhealing
Causing eternal lacerations
Which fill eyes with dry salt
Love’s but a ghost
Eluding yet haunting
Chasing coloured-paper dreams
Which crumple sleeplessly

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Escape #AtoZBloggingChallenge letter #E

That slanting rooftop in the sun
Where slipping out from the rails
I leaned basking in the sun
And escaped from the world

From things that mattered to most
The gossiping aunts and uncles
From cacophony of cousins shouting
 The mundane and the routine

The  young green slopes in waves
The cascading sparkle of water
A slim road winding down the hill
And  tall pines branches beckoning

Those memories of years gone by
Oftentimes fondle my weary heart
When there's no escaping now
From the gray jungles of concrete

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Damned #AtoZBloogingChallenge letter #D

Every scar tells a damned story
A story which supposed her guilty
Guilty  she was only of loving
Loving unconditionally, giving

Giving each particle of her being
Her being systemically shattered
Shattered with  deeds and words
Words that bore deeper wounds

Wounds, bloodied red ugly stamps
Stamps marring her body and soul
Soul that loved was raked by terror
Terror blindsiding love left scarred

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Courage #AtoZBloggingChannel

Following a  loose theme of things that have had an impact on my life

They say you have been brave
Yet I have also failed at times
I too have cried alone,  scared
To face the world on my own

A loving whisper, a stirring word
A warm smile, a touching caress
A stern rebuke or a bear hug
Sometimes brings courage to you

All you need is a belief in self and
Love and peace to see you through
And people who have faith in you
Who care enough to be with you

Monday, April 3, 2017

Brownish Blackish #AtoZBloggingChallenge #B

My take on the prejudice faced by majority of Indian girls as the beauty standards in our country are still governed by colonial mindset

Brownish or blackish
Or maybe wheatish
My skin is honey golden
Or maybe a dusky gold

Whatever it's tone
It is just  not enough
Because beauty is white
Brown only ugly and dark

Pristine cold plastic
The white is idolised
Coloured real warm
The brown stands ignored

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Ambition #AtoZBloggingChallenge

In setting the course of our life we forget to live life like it was meant to be. In following the fish eye we forget the beauty that's scattered around us.

He said,, let's go
We are set on course
Let's achieve that pinnacle
I will guide your path
My dreams, yours, ours
Let's  focus on that fish eye

I said, please stop
Let's take in the scene
Resist the relentless push
I want to make some art
My dreams are mine, not ours
I wish to enjoy the journey too

Sunday, March 12, 2017

ये शहर

मेरी सब शरारतों का गवाह  
मेरी उम्र से बस कुछ ही बड़ा 
इसकी बाँहों में खेली मैं बढ़ी  
इसकी राहों पे गिरी और संभली

ये मेरे बचपन का दोस्त 
ये मेरी जवानी का साथी 
इसके फूलों की खुशबू मेरी 
इसके पतझर के रंग मेरे अपने

हर मोड़ में कोई किस्सा सुहाना 
हर ईमारत में मेरा हिस्सा पुराना
इसकी हवाएं मेरी कहानी बांचती
इसके पानियों में मेरे दर्द के घोल 
 ये शहर मुझे भूल नहीं पायेगा 
मेरे दिल सा ही तो है ये शहर 

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Again Found

A season  of delight
In a life full of woes
A rainbow of smiles
In the  dreary greyness
I drown and yet am ashore
Inundated in a deluge of joy 

Your  sparkle makes me 

New and resplendent 
Your fragrance makes me
Fresh and redolent of love
I die and  yet am reborn 
Entangled in the threads of life

Aroused by the mere touch 

Of your fingers on my skin
Scalded by the bare  heat 
Of your glaze on my face
I am burned and yet soothed
Rekindled by the again-found love