bird's eye view

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