bird's eye view

The girls dont want to return To the places that muted their voices To the houses that always rattled with noises To the streets they couldnt walk alone  To the houses they could barely call home. Their giggles have found a place in a faraway land Where it is snowy , and there is barely a helping hand  Yet the strange city promises the freedom, the home never did provide Where their true self they never have to hide Yes it is a little far from home  And sometimes a little less loving  But if You are to choose love or freedom May i say , freedom is worth having. The choice was made way before it was presented  If you are to ask her , this decision , has she ever resented  May be a little , may be some more But to return all the way back Is not what she came for.

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

Tonight, it bothers me that stupidity comes free And wisdom, doesnt grow on a tree That the littlest brains Have the widest mouths That the world only Listens to the uncouth. Tonight, it bothers me, That the world is absurd, With everyone Following a herd . Nobody asks where are we headed Yet The one who tells Must be beheaded. Tonight, it bothers me That to be accepted You've got to be insane, Even if it hurts You must bear the pain. How can you question Their old beliefs Do you want to snatch away Their only relief? But it doesnt bother me everyday Because life is a rut In which I must always stay Yet I cannot bear this plight Thats why It bothers me tonight!

For the moments that allow you to be thee, For the sounds that trigger glee. For the clouds that touch your face, For the hearts that accomodate, when you are left with no place . For prayers left behind , By the ones keeping you in mind. For the bright wintry sun,  For the words that warmed you , When there was none . For your breaths you could hear, Assuring the life you hold so dear. For the times your heart did beat , Reminding you of your every feat. If not for these ,  what would become of ye Maybe not worse ,  but any better will you be?

And one of these days , I ll be gone. Gone without a warning , Gone without a sound. I ll be gone far , Before i am found . U might wonder... What was the exact moment, I chose to leave. Was it sudden ? Or was it a plan i did weave? But it wont matter . It ll be late before you notice, the missing sound of the voice. Long before you realise , Absence of those waiting eyes. When i ll be gone , things will be the same... just like any other day . Sure i ll be gone , Just not today....

What is there to be afraid of ? Monsters have turned into people, And people are not scary . Scary are your thoughts. Things that you used to be afraid of Are no longer alien They are the People , Situations and Memories . Of course there are no fairies , Yet they exist in the fears You conquer so easily . Things you wanted to hide from , have met you in the places unexpected But you didnt hide , You met them face on. What else is left that you fear ?  Nothing , Except your thoughts That dont always stay as clear .

Will you be a warm concoction of words , or will you be composed of jargon of nerds ? will you carry a sarcastic vibe , or will you be a rhetoric jibe? will you be able to carry what I want to express , or will you be just a means to impress? will you be understood literally, or will you be read between the lines, finally? will you meet a thunderous applause, or will they point out some silly flaws? whatever you may end up being... you will always be a precious thing For you are a little part of me that these words have set free.

Lets play pretend, and fake things we cant mend. Oh! look at this gadget I bought , while love was all I sought. Wait, let me upload this pretty picture, with the smile being a permanent fixture. With beautifully rehearsed weddings, dont you love the message you are sending. Let me catch the movie that everyone has watched, to make sure the same way my brain is being washed. Oh did I forget to take that fun vacation, to a tropical island or rather a snowy location. No matter where I go , but a happy face is what I must show. Because everything I do,  I must make sure, the world can view. For hearts and likes is all I need. to fulfill my self worth's greed.

Let there be butterflies,   One more time.... Let there be fireflies...  One more time... Let your heart be filled with hope...  Just one more time.... Let yourself dream a little...  A yet another time... Let them be your safe place...  Just one more time... Maybe it will all be right...  Just one more time... Or may be not...  Who knows...  But dont give up just yet.... Let there be one more time...

Hey there little warrior, lost in the worldly maze.... But don't you forget your purpose , that was not to fight but to create create the beauty no one has yet seen, create the love that has not yet been , and the words that are yet to be  may your writing set them free. for anything you long for, the world needs it more. May you create all that is lacking, because this world is still a work in the making. When things are not up to your desire, don't lose hope for they still carry your fire. Keep doing what you ought to ,  even though disappointments you may face every bit you create can make the world a little better place...

Here we lie in the mess we created, Calling for help!! Asking if all this came unpleaded.. Blinded by the progress... at the cost of the foilage... We sure have come of age... But now our eyes bleed... Cos we only built this cage.... What made us the monsters we were not? Is it religion, politics or some crisp notes... But when your breath is another step closer to death... Would you wanna know what caused this wreck?? Its ok.. calm down.... Take a deep breath.... Its clearing up.... Dont you over react... Or It was him to have broken the pact... Not me..... how can u expect?? But it Doesnt matter what you say.... As you cant clear the sky when it turns grey.... Picture taken from Hindustan Times

about the things that don't work right for the days that look like dark night... hold on just a little more... to walk upright or may be on all four... keep moving,as it is a long battle.... with the things that couldn't settle... when you will look back and realise to have become far and wise.... with the lessons you were taught... by the path that you sought.... it was tough, wasn't it... while you thought you did not fit.... you were right and so was the time... for fitting in was not worth a dime.. in a place that just doesn't feel fine... walk up right away... and keep walking as far as the heart will say... for the things fall apart to make way.... for the ones that will stay....