bird's eye view

Some days I let my words cry  Because my eyes have run dry   Some days when I let my words bleed  Let it be known ,thats my blood you read   Some days my words are a clumsy jive   know thats is the only way I survive   Some days I let my words offend  Because I would rather not resent  Days when my words make a lot of sense  Remember that I can be good at pretense   Finally ,if you find me at loss of words to say  I hope you know that , I just want you to stay.

  Stupid girl, wears her heart on her sleeve Neither her words go through a sieve She says whats on her mind Expecting the world to be kind Yet the world is not the nicest place For ones who refuse to wear other face She tried to fit in the mould they made Yet every mould would break When she tried looking for the right mould She realised they could not hold All that she was and all that she could be For she was born to be free...

I was not made for a house But was meant to run the fields like a free mouse For, the comfort may douse The fire that was meant to rouse The walls make me feel trapped I neither long for warmth to keep me wrapped Be it the hard ones made of stones Or the kind ones made of flesh & bones For the hard walls trap the body And kind walls trap the soul Today I want to trade it all You keep the comfort I ll take the bruises and hurt That comes with running hastily towards the world You take the conventional way And lone is what I choose to stay For what comes must leave some other day if not today You live around the pretty porches And I take the wild forest Towards which my heart scorches You take the dreamy chandeliers And i choose the moon that appears Every night the little lights wont suffice Since to me the stars entice And when we meet again I would love to hear your story About the house you nurtured into a home Maybe about it we could write a poem

This morning I was influenced By an influencer . Who was looking Just for some approval. May be for him(her) it was crucial. I started feeding him(her) with what social media allowed me to provide, a heart and a like And a few kind words That pacified him(her) alike . He(she) said the things i needed to hear , Yet he(she) wasnt addressing me Let me be clear . For I wasnt a person But a single digit one In his(her) list of a million. Yet he(she) sold the ideas , That seemed too kind And one couldnt help but Fall in love with his(her) mind. Until he(she) became A brand's great find. With the flock that followed him(her), Carried the face of a Naive consumer . One who would eat And repeat , whatever they would feed . So his(her) lwords became the spell, Under which they could sell. Things that made her unique Were reduced to his(her) style streak . Yet the million eyes Glued to their screens, Consumed what he(she) served . To his(her) ideas an

When was it, that you lost your voice Was it when the world told you That you were wrong That to its likes you dont belong? Was it when , you came up with an uncomfortable truth Hearing which they were shook So they asked you to keep quiet Because it wasnt worth the dirty fight? Was it when they claimed you are far too young To have such a sharp tongue Or was it when , they made you eat your own words Because from what you said You didn't belong to their herds. Was it when you stood up for what was right And they held you captive Away from sight As if it wasnt just your voice But also your eyes That were loud enough to make the noise . And now that you have realised It wasnt your fault to have a voice. Maybe when you lost it You had no other choice But even now ,is not too late To let it decide your fate For when you speak It will not just be yourself that you ll save But also someone like you Whose words , this world, is trying to enslave Yet th

I have worms in my head, That are eating up All the thoughts I could have had. The worms creep up every night Asking to be fed on Anything in sight. So far they have eaten A picture of a kitten, Two unwritten poems, a story I just read, the plans I last made, And the memories that used to keep me awake. Every thought I held hostage , They found it and ate. Its not that I am afraid, For I still have Lots of things to trade. Yet I wonder when did I turn so meek, to let them sneak into my head , Couldn't they have fed on some bread? I guess not , that is why , I have worms in my head That are eating up All the thoughts I could have had .

Where do lost words go ? Of letters written but never sent , Of prayers said but never meant. They say when people die, They become stars in the sky. But where do dead poems lie? Do the words morph into tear drops? Sneaking out of someone's eye, Or they get diluted under the madness of war cry. Where do lost words find their peace? May be in time they freeze. Or may be they fly away , with the breeze. Until, the day someone picks a word And waits for it to thaw Just so it could fit in a poem Like the lost piece of a jigsaw.

What does it feel like To have a pendulum Tied up your neck To feel it ticking With every breath you take To feel like running Out of imaginary time To be running a race And never reaching the finish line. Tell me today Because i am all ears Come, lets talk about your fears And I am in no rush Let me be clear Its okay even if u dont let me come near. I ll still be there Listening, Even if you have Nothing to say. But promise me No matter how much time runs out. This time you wont run away. -Sonakshar

I am upto no good tonight I might say things that are right For things that aren't I might take up a fight I might say things That are hard to believe Because they wont Come through a sieve You might hate me When i m done But wont that be Unusually fun Because the things I have in my mind Arent so kind They are sick Of all thats wrong And i m listening to A sad song But dont mistake me For an activist For i am not , Yet i wish for certain things I would hv fought. But right now i ll Pick up no fight As i am upto No good tonight