What Society Says
A note for youngsters
Which has voice of youth embedded
To take the charge positively
To uncover hijackers of our dreams
Colour of my sky
If Life exists in alive,
Dreams die in it,
If alive has Confusion,
Sometimes clarity drives it,
Alive has only two ears
Hustle of Multiple opinions exists
Hunger to live all dreams
Then pressure of society kills
Memories of my Beloved
Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.
Worried
Worried me in some minutes
As clock’s hands move
Rotation after rotation
Hence, overthinking was proved.
Monsoon
Listen to the roar
What does it say?
Riddles on roofs
knocks on sheds
So loud, so clear
Monsoon…
Humans
Abusers who say
They are Hu-man
You are right as you are
Hungry Unrepentant Man
Impatient cruel women
Betrayal
I promised a book
of dreams to myself
I promised a holder
of achievement to myself
Under the Elms
While waiting
A being
not a fine wine
with popped clogs
In bright darkness
To shackle a spirit
Saying No
Hundreds of honks
Too much of mourns
Free roamers around
Satirical situations
She is Devi but no proud
Nature’s Beauty
Making me sing
And reach the fumes
Greenery my audience
Pebbles hustling
Cheerful flowers
Bees buzzing
Loneliness
With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;
Simplicity
I peeped in you
you never expelled
Ur paled face is as simple as
pattern on a shell
Dumped Under Trash
Just see the irony
You created yourself
You wanted to live in villa
instead of almost dead under trash
Understand This Being a Man
Understand this…
Need of the hour is just your expression,
Not of the ego but of loneliness and depression;
I wish I could
I wish I could see you
And could say forgive me
I wish I could make you smile
I wish I’ll be new not actually I
You are a Poet
You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky
I in Crowd
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Hard to Breathe
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
Indifference
It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…
Anxious Silence
No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process
Waiting
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Happy Lohri 2023
This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…
Friendship
And Friends,
Turns it towards the next tune,
When She Swapped Her Poshak!
Embroidered with,
Slight attitude and sturdiness;
She broke the heel of aitraaz,
Experienced a barefoot walk…
Smallest Coffins Are the Heaviest
Mr. Moneybags
In the crematorium…
Disturbance in social accord
Immortally;
Where Am I?
It’s only you…
everywhere,
on calls, on texts;
you only talk…
Dear Role Model
Characters were same
and so were our roles.
She spoke little polite
I got cautious for every single word.
Journey Of an Angella
In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;
Memories Of My Eye Capture
Oh, dear God,
I still remember that pose;
In trial of first walk,
I fell, then crawled;
Retrograded Girlhood
Bygone was innocence…
Its sparser burnt Ash, embedded exquisite crossover;