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,
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
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.
Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Where Am I?
It’s only you…
everywhere,
on calls, on texts;
you only talk…
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;
Difficult Question
Building blocks of stress,
And mason was the threat;
A sight came of help,
But got lost as unforgettable guest;
Creative Girl’s World
The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;
Love For Silence
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
Fish Out of Water
I will learn how to swim,
Deep beneath the drought with even burnt skin;
I can be the tin; I can be the bin.
But more than that I will never forget to swim;
He In Her
The world is behind me,
But I bend in front of them;
No one knows this mystery,
In every way I am hidden in them;
Fantasy: College Life
In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;
City Life
Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;
Was I A Nark?
I…
Was the witness?
When he lost his life;
Overdosed he,
Mobilised evil eye
Only on me;
Feminism’s Inner Voice
Can’t I fetch,
The cage of my dreams;
To hide it in secrecy,
Far from stubborn reach;
My Full Time Companion
Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,
Sense of Comparison
I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;
Me My Books in Nights
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…
Era of Misunderstanding
“Never take your close one’s for-granted …do respect their feelings…Do pamper them…Also make sure your presence makes them feel secure.”