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The Incomplete verse

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For all he loved was her curves... That was one of his favorite perves Up n under...  Her arms around him... She was a thunder....  But she dint knew he was a blunder.... For the eyes she wished to talk... Were that of the hawk...   barely giving away a chance...  To feel the warmth in his glance...   Looking for love , far she went...  But all her feelings hard he bent... She realised he was concrete wall...  But she was always ready onto his call...  Cheating herself and her mind...  She had to give up on love of this kind...

Masks

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Everyday she carried Masks that were a little varied... Sometimes the layers of makeup Clothes with a little fake-up... And Sometimes a smile... That hid what she felt at that while... The perfectly curled up hair... Not much fixing up her fear.... Oh how kohl could perfectly line The eyes that had lost their shine... Walking on those pointy heels Can she choose what she feels!! For the world needed her to be fixed... So that with her clones she could be mixed... The mask made her pretty they told... Never did she knew ,the scars were too alluring to behold...

The anti pseudo feminist

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I ll be the girl standing by your side May be in the last metro or the next bus ride Just as glad as i was offered the seat... But i really worry may be you had the need... May be you were tired too As was I I wonder as to why... You are a person just like me... But life neither makes it for you easy to be.... For every time I am asked to be wary of ur kind A little thought sparks up my mind... Isnt it all a prejudice.... Thinking it all to be wise Maybe i have long been scared... That very little i cared... Just as i want to be assured of my every right... Arent you also fighting a tough fight?? Everytime I struggle for my place... I dont want you to lose the race.... I was told the world needs more of me.... But all it needs is a better you and a better me...

All that she loved...

How much she loved her socks... 'cos they kept her warm when the world turned cold.... How much she loved her pillow... for it knew her sorrows her tears and was always there to hold.... How much she loved the smell of coffee... For it reminded her that she was not alone.... How much she loved her favourite novel... 'Cos it was the only place she could always be calling home...

is it worth??

Is it worth da smile lost behind the  lines of stress on ur forehead? For da carefree attitude trapped behind the cubicle walls... For da kind heart stabbed by treacheries of fellow ppl... For da once twinkling eyes surrounded by weariness..  For da joyful spirit enslaved by the need to stand out... For da cousin' s wedding u missed to deliver project on schedule... This is for all da life u lost while making a living... If only da money u earned... Could get u back all da things u yearned...

out of the closet...

Wen u were busy discussing her mindset...  she was adopting her mind to newer things.... Wen u were mocking her broken relationship... she was picking herself up for a longer journey... Wen u were busy makin fun of her for da goals she didnt achieve...  she was already setting bigger ones... Wen u setting hurdles in her path....  she was already getting used to flying high... Wen u finally fell in love wid her... She was already bidding her final goodbye....         

it was a dream....

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i knew it was a dream wen.... dere was no time ticking away..... i knew it was a dream wen.... i could live where i wanted to stay.... i knew it was a dream wen... it was me whom he loved... i knew it was a dream wen....  i could say out loud all i thought... and got everything i sought.... i knew it was a dream wen... i cud cry without being judged.... i knew it was a dream wen i cud love without being hurt.... i knew it was a dream wen... i could just walk and never had to run.... i knew it was a dream wen... i never had to prove life was fun.... i knew it was a dream wen... words could say all i meant..... i knew it was a dream wen... i could tell all dat i dreamt..... 

The weed

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Looking at the little weed.... i found it devoid of greed...... be it a chilly day... or the summery may..... the weed just finds its way..... to unveil its tiny bloom..... just to shove away every gloom.... neither the sun nor the rain it awaits..... n never to the lilies its beauty equates.... yet it isnt about the elegance it bears.... but da perpetual shade it wears.... solemn to withstand the moist and the dry..... for it survival isnt just a try..... hiding away from the gardener's heed..... for him weed is not a part of his creed.... for eyes accustomed to precise charm..... dis lil weed is just a harm.... but when the roses wither and the lilies die..... towards a untended corner it will lie..... thus waiting for a gloomy gaze..... to be turned into joyous amaze...... :) an epitome of life's crazy maze..... for how life finds its way...... in the toughest of the days..... :)

recipe to boredom

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Ingredients 2 cup fine chopped uselessness 1/2 bowl fresh laziness 3 teaspoon insomnia 2 tablespoon despair   loneliness n gloom to taste  Directions 1 . First make sure dere is nothing interesting going on TV, if dere is make sure you throw it out of da window before you start...... 2.  same goes for your computer system as well. 3.  mix laziness n and uselessness nicely to form a blend 4.  add a little gloom and loneliness to the mixture, take care that the boredom of the mixture is not lost.  5.  toss it with insomnia, n add a little despair for the final garnishing....    your boredom is ready.......serve bored ;)

The temple of solace...

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Dont expect things to be perfect, they will never be.... dont try to look for the things u cant see... too little is da time we have here..... and still about a million things u care.... leave it all alone for a while.... just sit back, look around and smile..... no matter how big seems da mess.... but do u think its worth da stress... knowing dat nothing will stay..... of all the things dat come along ur way..... neither good nor bad...... dont die wishin,if a lil more time you had.... just close ur eyes and try to hear, da voice dat was lost in da worldly fear.... ur true self dat u could never find, it was only ur heart expecting u to b kind.... all da moments u spent crying, cud have been spared for heavenly trying... seeking for the eternity.... life wont feel like a calamity..... take a deep breath and things will fall into place, da day u ll find the  Temple of SOLACE.... :)