The sombreness of the night crept in

In my heart, I was limped

The moonlight looked mellow

Yet she glared at me

After the relentless clutters of the mind

died down a spiral path

The age-old emotions felt naive again

The voices inside felt stronger than ever

The path alone was a path forbidden ...

Rites of a Martyr

Why’d you care what they mean to you

Why’d you care if they made it through

Why’d you care if they’re burnt alive

Why’d you care how their children thrive

How’d you see the world of a martyr

How’d you see that his heart’s on fire

How’d you see when his eyes glisten

How’d you see the blood stain

All you see is the war that broke

All you hear are some voices choke

How’d you ever know the loss they bear

How many lives are yet to suffer

A war is a war for two countries

Might be nothing for you and me

For as long as they guard our peace

And get killed as are meant to be.

Unnamed

Let them fall in love with you
Let them touch your life
Let them make you live
and not just survive...

Let love find a way
While you find your own peace
Not all scars fade away
Not all sins are meant to perish

Unnamed

Love crushes again

A scintillating wave of pain

And vanishes forever

Life rolls back

Knocks off the rack

Some more memories to bear

Bits and pieces of strangeness

Kneading a story so full of awe

Intoxicating, as you cannot let go

And stumble once more

On what you once felt raw

So deep and true

Once that made you mad

Pain that turned you blue

While you embrace the now

And smile away the then

Still faking  promises

And yearning to live them.

Broken Tales (2)

Struggling with the heavy eyelids, he could finally open his eyes. His head hurt and felt like a heavy rock. His lips were dry. ‘What time is it?’ he wondered. Weakness was grabbing him all over. Unable to lift himself, he gave in to the dizziness again.

At the same time in some other part of the world, a girl was talking relentlessly. Her constant animated mannerism appeared funny to most. What was funnier was how she dressed herself at that time in the morning. Of course she was not going to party at that time, was she! She was lost in herself, it seemed. She did not care to move though. She couldn't anyway. Doctors and nurses listened to her blabber patiently.

While she was living through the last morning of her life, he swore to himself not to party hard again and rolled back to sleep.

The wonder that you are

I sense a shear surge of joy everytime I feel the salty breeze and the wriggling play of wet sand beneath my feet. I find it hard to resist the beckoning waves, it's as if they call out to me, to dance and play and to laugh and cheer with them. Sea fascinates me. It is this facet of nature that never fails to amaze me with its enormity.       

            

It’s not just the sand or water- if you want to wonder, you’ve got to experience all the facets of its beauty.

You have to jump in and play with the waves.

Feel the sun above while still in water and you’d never feel to curse it anymore.

Walk on the wet sand and look back to see your footprints.

Lay yourself down on the sand and gaze at the tiny ships sailing by.

Feel the breeze and see the waves all lit up at night.

Watch the sun rise above the horizon.

Pick a shell or two if you’d like.

Make memories.

As someone rightly said, ‘The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever’

Are you naive?

There’s a certain amount of elegance in your innocence

They deter the bad and laugh at them

You do neither

‘Coz you don’t know that the bad is really bad

And walk past it

There’s a certain amount of admittance too

This world will never be bad for you

As long as you don’t care to know

How much bad is really bad

Your innocence might just be the only hope,

This world is still clinging on to…