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
Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison
Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.
Dumped Under Trash
Just see the irony
You created yourself
You wanted to live in villa
instead of almost dead under trash
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…
Curious Kiddos
‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.
No passion only hunger in kitchen
A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.
Ugly
Her ugliness made her fall in love with herself.
Addiction
Lights off, spilled pills and a blur vision took a soul away.
Paused She
She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.
Broken Heart
Before he could do anything, she broke her heart herself.
He
In an ocean of memories, he submerged all alone.
Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Mirror
Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.
Decades
It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.
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;
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;
That Eye Contact
A Moment… she raised Her
eyes met mine
Sunken in ease
Spoke millions of lines
Was I A Nark?
I…
Was the witness?
When he lost his life;
Overdosed he,
Mobilised evil eye
Only on me;
Mummy’s Luck 🤞🏻
Lucky me
Lucky you
We have our loving moms…
Not hung by
“Blood is thicker than water norm”
Home: Painted with Blood
That kitchen cooked rotten food,
To serve her in that terrible hell;
Her chapped lips marinated with blood,
Felt burnt at every attempt to touch;