EGO CLASHES When kind isn’t you, When mind isn’t used, failing to accept , turns love to hatred. That’s you no more, with a vacuumed soul. You deserve respect, but the attitude on your face , you want what you want, Obstinate is you , in blunt. A battle with the […]
TRUTH BURIED She had known the truth, The unknown, to the ruth. The underneath sins, Performed beneath. Not one or two, Immersed till the root, A chain of untold , the gang was caught. She had warned, In her part, to reveal the black side. Bold enough,daughty ‘to be bride’. Just stepped
I SEE YOU In the orchard of tulip blue, I see you standing far away. I try to get closer, and the vision fades in blur. You again disappear, though ,never you did appear, except in my mind’s eye. I see you smile, in the orchard of tulip white.
YOU REMEMBER You remember the time, When you had none, and assisted the one, who cared, to be fine, in terms of love, in terms of words. You remember. When they turned off, Unknown, they were the one, your very own. Expected not, practice of this sort. You remember . Meanwhile, you
WHY LATER? Not now I see, Later may be. But later may be late, Love the ones you not hate. Sip in the coffee you hold, later it might get cold. Grab the opportunity when told, buy them before they are sold. Why not sleep thou? When your tired eyes need them
You bounce back Drenched in grief, No reason to live, You lost belief, Coz, it’s a lie. ‘Liar’ is your mind, to be unkind, to remind all defeats, A looser in repeat. Failure is the secret , Combining all the regrets. Blackness all around, when you are bound, You say, you are defective. But
BIKER’S DAY At the back, I sat, Like more of them. Two in one, On the roads of ladakh, On a bike. The paved and unpaved routes, Steep inclined. The spectacular view. The amazing landscapes in row, In continuous straight line. The winding ride, never before, had it been, Such experience never seen. Adding sugar
HEERAMANDI The red embroidered heavy lehenga, firoza deep neck blouse, revealing maximum skin, transparent dupatta with a rim, colour aquamarine. The diamond nose ring, suspending over the lusty lips. Erroneous word to say, cumpulsion to be that way, Captivating eyes , with imprisoned dreams . Mastered in music and dance,
INEFFABLE LUXURY To some it’s a pleasure of comfort, Comfort of mind ,in hurt. To some it’s materialism squander, why do they waste? I wonder ! Walking by the sea ,to some. Gazing the midnight stars when none. The soul when alive, full of life, That’s luxury. When
SHE WAS BOUND TO CHANGE Tradition was to be a home maker, wasn’t affecting them either. Readily , easily setting up their mind, to be of help, to care for lifetime. Matter wasn’t that she couldn’t earn, Matter wasn’t that she didn’t yearn. It was a sacrifice , That’s how women been so specialised. Although,
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