Words.

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That heavy day when not those actions of the stormy winds gushing through your windows, but those reckless memories of distraction, breaking moral and disrespectful nights, hits you.

Words have that power of making, breaking or suffocating you in every day, second, weekend, days end of life.

Less lonely days and more depressing nights,

Less smiling faces and more crying hearts,

Less worthy bodies and more useless souls,

And, less living lives and more dying minds.

Words aren’t always how you throw them, like stones and pebbles in the ocean of uncertainty. They’d be those rocks from the craggy mountains which would disrupt the houses of love.

Words do matter, and so does those emotions, which lay behind the creation of hate.

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You didn’t.

Remember when you were here and I wasn’t,

remember when I ate and you didn’t?

Know that day when I shouted on you and you didn’t,

And then you understood me but I didn’t?

Now I’m here for you but you aren’t,

I’m having my meal but maybe you aren’t

I’m ready to be scolded but you aren’t

Now I understood but this day, you didn’t.

You left me but I didn’t,

I tried to smile but couldn’t.

My heart aches but yours didn’t

When I was at that door, but you weren’t.

Okay then, you loved me & even I did,

As always I’m still your lil kid.

Last Birth.

You’ve turned around the pages of the book you once thought you’d never complete , that’s just another chapter to your life, which you could defeat.

Each day you wake up to the sun making you, not to glare back at him, and you dare not to do that, as it’s always your comfort which you’ve been in.

You allow her to stab you right there and make your soul go away, it was just another day for her, but is that the way?

Your only love for that street dog which you feed each time at nine, left you then and there, to become a star and shine.

The worst thing is to have an artificial life with support or pillars around, but when it’s the right time, just do hear your hearts sound.

Wake up again this night for your existence on this planet earth, make the most of whatever you’ve, maybe this is your Last Birth.

Where lovers grew!

Where lovers grew

And when the leaves turned pale and you went through

And when the skies darkened and yours memories too

I wished to die again and to live for you,

In this world where only

Lovers grew.

Where the dim lights poised the beauty of we two

And our smiles match each other’s just like by a glue

And our tears like he green grass covered with due

In a world where only lovers grew.

But yet after all these wherever I go to

Your face is what I’d review

To see you smiling with me too,

In a world where only

Lovers grew

Death bed.

That night, she fell asleep. I slept beside as every other peaceful ends, and her warm breath hit my forearm as I cuddled her. She’s my personal teddy.

The space we were in, our very own, the aura, the presence of the beautiful life, we were living all flashed back in my dark head, yes that’s what I dreamt of that night. The way I fell for someone I thought I’d hate, those wondering talks over that sleepless night, the hot hot coffee and tea for me, to share our destinies together, the movies and the popcorns that stuck in our teeth’s, all of that came back, back with a bang, and I woke up.

Palms sweaty and eyes red hot, forehead had more dew than the windshield in winters, and legs shivering as an earthquake had just struck.

Yes it was an earthquake, this time, not due the the sudden movement of the plates beneath the land, but due to the sudden blocks, crates in her arteries, casing no more blood to reach her heart.

It was that very bed, we laid each night and woke up with morning kiss, but today she was the only one, I miss.

That bed, with soft cushions and pillows with which we used to fight, laugh and giggle,

Now had the wetness, of tears which never stopped rolling.

I lay there, all the time, with her, and at the same time, without her.

The death bed, made her sleep. Forever.

Cry

There are days when even the smallest of the things, which in real sense, makes no sense around you & your life, still that hurts you out because of your past and your way of living! You’re scared to scream, you’re scared to talk, you’re bewildered with yourself.

When all you can think of is, die and end this once and for all. It’s always been that time in each one of us’s lives, that all we could do is, not figure out anything.

When you’re left with no self belief and no confidence in your own soul and body, you’re paralysed, no not physically, but emotionally and mentally!

When even the best things for you, are right there, but you aren’t capable enough to have it. You are dying for opportunities which came far back, and you never took a look.

Opportunity to try and do your best in the things you love, the things you admire and the things you have always wanted to be a part of, but at the end of the day, you’re left with a wet pillow, suffocation and dried up tears in those cheeks, that once smiled, and now maybe one day you would know, everything has an end.

And you cry, you shout out your lungs but are still left unheard.

That’s because, you’re not who you’re.

You’ve lost your self.

And now you’ve to start from day 1 again, because now, all you’re is, a fragile infant, who first didn’t cry.

You’ve To Be Fine

They burnt them all.

They burnt them all for the sake of smiles, that came just for a while and the left back ashes, which soon went to thrashes.

The sparks of the night which might

Have been someone’s best sight, to fight for what they could never see, and just would rest in peace.

The glazing sticks , that mixes with the dark days, and gives colours of vivid wavelengths, and strengthens the relations of love.

Think of those days where all you were left with is just dances and a wide smiles, as wide as the whole universe would fit in, to just win each and everything, you every wished to.

Why can’t that smile be still there , when you are left alone after the happy days, with the sad parts and the faces to cry on, and have a sigh on, just so that, the negatives would vanish.

Remind yourself that each day, you breath, and feed your body, is a happy day to have a joyous ride, by the lake side called life.

And just days of lights and smokes, on the roads, and the sweets and gifts, on the boards aren’t enough to make you sit there and realise, that this time,

‘You’ve to be fine.’

And Nobody Saw

And Nobody Saw

He walked past her and grabbed her ass,

And nobody saw.

He undressed her with just his eyes, red and wild, and nobody saw.

They came along like a pack of wolves, hungry to have her meat, and nobody saw.

She cried each night on those stairs of her house, and nobody saw.

He forced her wife to sleep, against her will, and nobody saw.

That heart was broken with the acid marks on her face, and nobody saw.

Her palms shivering to get her ‘promotion from the boss’ , and nobody saw.

Her eyes were wet as the ocean, and Lin’s tired of the tortured days, and nobody saw.

All they saw is,

Him being the film star,

Him being a politician and

They being the death,

Of someone who had to suffer because, that day,

Nobody saw.