Concern..!!

The worries for you

Popped out my skin

It grew out into a creepy wart

Ugly as a sepsis

That rooted so deep

That it can’t be drilled off

Or to be burned out

Spurs of reactions breaks out

Whenever i see you running

When i see you striding in irritation

When i see your hands masking your face

When i see lines of wrinkles on your forehead

When i see your lips curve way down

You shared my same room

The darkness of the same womb

The safe heaven beneath

You have had the treasures I left

And you had clung to the same rope

To climb up to explore the globe

Connections are many

Combination the same

Crux being just the one

And concern strong as concrete

Yes I care, I do really care

The very same way you are always there…

My SOUL

Like a white scarf

My soul floated in the air

Moving weightlessly

Following the paths of the winds

Watching the sceneries down

Sooner I traced you

From amid the cottony clouds

Your squeezed look at me, sharp

Penetrated through me

Carving a heart in red

At the middle of my lining chest

My wandering soul found its way final

Falling down in to your arms open

Warm luring and gentle… 

Stealing MINE

Every time she picked

The pebble that I longed for

The crystals that I wished for

The saga seeds that I dreamed of,

Every time she mumbled

The song I sing in my silence

The missed words I try to figure out

The quotes that are my favorites for long time,

Every time she swings around

The steps that I frisk in my private times

The bounces that I put together behind my closed doors

The swirls I thought is only mine,

I would wonder who she is

A piece of my soul resides in another frame?

I yearn for it she have it

I dream for it she accomplish it

I aim for it she achieve it

I loves it she takes it

Crushing my poise in to pieces

That flames like coal for my ego

Stealing every bit of my hidden needs 

Into living forges of my never fulfilled desires...

Beauty at the Core

At the outset of life

The drops of Rain seems

Like the shower of diamonds

The sunset seems

Like the oozing caramel

The night seems

Like a cold dark fudge  

The streets seems

The background of your dreams,

Age and time tarnish the life

Making the outer beauty

Wear and tear in to rust

Reveling the covered core

The real essence, the truest part

That will never obsolete 

“Pure Love”

That neither has a manufacturing date

Nor a date of expiry…

The Rocking Doll

Look at the Rocking doll

That smiling faced Rocking doll

I call her the happy machine

That I admire superfluously

With my eyes gleaming jealously

Chanting about its fortunes

How lucky it is, I would think

That someone made it

With a laughing key 

It giggles at every attempt

Like I tickle on her armpits,

I wish I could just be that

No matter you hurt or hurl it

It laughs like a mad lass

Gracefully at reasons

And awkwardly in my silence

Shortly I found myself

Being a playcraft in reverse

That I became her reason to laugh,

Its chortles bewitched

Echoing in my vacuum 

That drums my wailing heart

Taunting my feelings to it

My cradled hands had to slay it

Before it would attempt

To make a show out of my

Self empathized suicide

And the rocking doll never laughed…

What am I?

I am vast, am I the sky?

Red in the dawn

Blue in the day

Orange in the dusk

Dark in the night,

I am a vast improvised blanket

Where the stars can hide

I am the outstretched ground

Where the birds can herd

I am the mighty strainer

That cools you with the purest drizzles

I am the bright board

That shows the clues of your destiny

I am all theses but

I question me profoundly,

What is my shape?

What is my color?

What is my expansion?

What is my nature?

I evaluated not for the scores

Figuring out my own grandiosity

I am faceless but not permeable

I am shapeless but not a boulder

I am colourless but not transparent

I am vast but not as wide as the space

Yet I inquest me, what am I?

The shapeless, faceless, colourless Me!

Twin Faced

When you are tamed

By life’s misbehaviors

Once promising you a red carpet

And leaving you at a thorn filled path

Once promising you a mansion

And then leaving you homeless

Showing modesty and giving repugnance  

It’s your turn to treat life back

That you are not being mesmerized

By the glittery gimmicks

But you were observing at the 

Shadow behind it dark and dubious 

Of the two faced coward called LIFE...

A Soldier’s heart

 My road to destiny

Took me to the boundaries

Where the songs are played

By the rifles guns and cannons

I detached from my mother

To protect my motherland

And my many siblings face unknown

The former shrink with the pain in her womb

But I was determined not to return

I encountered the bullets and arrows

As if you are throwing those flower petals at me

As you used to do it when it’s only us

Your face distracted my aim

But I clenched down every temptations

Your image mirrored on the full moon

And that brightens my struggling heart

Your fairy smile sooths my wounds

I wished to hear you sound or
just to recollect the memory of it

But the chaos never let it reach me

The cries, roars and shouts of

Human robots falling dead on the earth

I sacrificed my thirst, my hunger

Ensuring no trouble while you dine

I stayed untidy, on my limbs for days and months

Expecting attacks from all corners
I feel happy for being unsafe

Knowing nothing can shield me completely

But still content, for I am right many ways

I find solace in here, in this hood

Where my feelings danced to entertain me…

Contaminated

Expressions vitrified

Face as cold as a stone sculpture

Eyes an awning after a heavy rain

And the lips tremble like a banyan leaf,

Her hips in bruise, red and crimson

Patterned by the finger marks

Of the assailant creature

Pieces of her ripped mahogany

Hair were rolled in the air to the corners

The white linen designed by

The spilled red wine’s stain

Or was that something else

My heart yelped curiously

Her hymen, a cocoon rare

Torn like a moth just born escaped

Her nails broken defending

Her eyes sticked after shedding

The tears of her silenced cries

Pathetic and Unrescued

Lying under a beasts workplace

The white curtains stayed still

Even the moist wind passed through

The dawn seemed hushed

The birds never singed

The cattle’s in the barn

Appeared sedated, hence calm

Evil came roaring

Shredding the locks and bars

And left with a witty grin

Stealing the treasures, both

Embodied and otherwise…

The Striver… the Survived

One who gets up in the morning

To find an empty dining table is pathetic,

One who’s thirsty on a summer noon

Finding an empty wallet is a starver,

One who waits in the park with a bunch of flowers

To find none turn up is wretched,

One who gets back from work

To find his house seized is miserable,

A woman to wake up in a strange place

With a bleed on the bed linen is tortured,

One who wakes up to see

A “good bye “note alongside is a sufferer,

Now for all the situations

Being synonymous and clipped

In between life’s many situations

Like spikes after blossoms,   

Happiness after a grief

Astonishment after hopelessness 

Cheerfulness after anguish

Ecstasy after immense pain,

Once in awhile this is sure

To be encountered

In a same quantity for the beggar

As well as the billionaire,

But you once would turn back
And smile at it

For it has been the pillar

That had held you up from

The never ending crowd

Of  ever flowing human river…