Humanity and We

Loss of humanity means loss of our identity.

Humans are advanced beings to live,
But our existence is useless in the absence of humanity;

My Full Time Companion

Exploring ourselves to meet our hidden companion is fun.

Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,

Unknown Speakers of Society

Instead of listening to unknown speakers we should listen to ourselves.

Why do they always suspect me?
Why can’t they ever be wrong?
Why do they keep bullying others?
Why can’t they be engaged on their own?

Creditors Of Environment

Humans will always remain in bad debt list of environments.

It’s nature actually which heals us,
Look at us who are pain giver;
It’s not human but still has humanity,
Being human, we are just unable;

Sense of Comparison

Comparison is good if it's not separating someone from his or her identity.

I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;

Coffin: Self Arrest

It gets quite ironical when coffin acts as self-arrest for someone.

Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;

Those moments when I used to cry,
Even for a minute I didn’t leave my teacher’s eye;
Those moments as beaker made cookies in class,
When our faces full of flour made teachers laugh;
I feel blessed for…

Lost Soul: Alzheimer’s

Felt so lonely dumped into unwanted place,
Alzheimer’s was my companion at bridge of my old age;
I’m trying hard to take my soul back on track with me,
Even it’s terrible that no one is waiting for me on doorsteps;

Life: Unpredictable Guest

Life is synonym for the word unpredictable.

If u ask what is life,
Then I’ll say in present it lies;
Not in past, not in future,
It’s just reflection of mirror and illusion;

Paradox Of Choices

Addition of choices means addition of complexity.

When someone is closest to you,
Must be very far from you;
When someone is far from you,
Might be there only for you;

Feminism 2.O

Feminism groomed itself as per the demand of ages.

The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;

Me My Books in Nights

Books are a beautiful essence in the life of so many readers.

No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…

Dreamt a Morning in Morning

Dreams can really cherish your day with new thoughts.

Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;