The True You

The True You

Thousands Of Layers On,
Concealing The Brightening Dawn,
You Depict Your Untrue Colors,
Which Makes You Even More Duller,
Not In The Eyes Of The World,
But In Your Own Heart,
When With Your True Self, You Part

And I Want To See You,
The Truthful You,
The Illuminated You,
 These Unseen Eyes Search You Everywhere,

So, Find Me In the Dark Night,
And I’ll Be Your Light,
Because How Much Ever You Try To Hide,
I Am Here To Uncover Your Windy Side.


That Monsoon Myth

That Monsoon Myth

It Was Pouring Heavily,

He Was Staring Steadily,

Trying To Catch Her Eye,

As He Breathed A Sigh, 

When She Finally Looked At Him,

 Under The Light So Dim,

The Downpour Didn’t Let Her, 

By Forming A Damp Fur,

Let Her, See Him Clearly,

But Then,

He Walked To Her Readily,

Offering A Shelter,

Under His Umbrella,

In A Perfect Weather, 

With Such Kindness, He Stole Her Heart;

He Had Already Given His,

In The Start,

But Then It All Came Back,

That Heartbreak, That Whack,

Which She Had Faced In Past,


Putting Down Her Mast, 

She Slowly Walked Away,

Finding A Lonely Way,

But He Didn’t Let Her Go,

He Had Figured Out Her Woe, 

Between Those Unspoken Words,

The Two Very Different Worlds,

Held Hands Tightly,

And The Darkness Began To Fade,


Awakening the Exile

Awakening the Exile

Let Me Be Little For A While,

Let Me Live My Life In Exile,

Loneliness Is Keeping Me A Company,

Because  I Really Desire

Its Silent Symphony ;

This Piece Of Time,

I Need It For A While,

Spending It With Nature,

Admiring Its Features,

Away From Everyone,

I Am Listening To Someone,

Singing A Soulful Song,

Which I Have Sung So Wrong,

Sung It Wrong,

Not Being Very Strong,

All This While,

Now I Learn It,

In This World So Exile!

Loneliness: Dark Enough

Loneliness: Dark Enough

/* image source : M.FUNK: PHOTOGRAPHY  < > */

Is it lonely ? Or is dark?
Deprive me of this puzzled park,

I don’t know what to do,
I don’t know where to start,
There in that dreary shadow;
Lies my heart,

I stand here blinded,
With all my senses bound,

But I ain’t that stupid,
And ain’t too wise,
Just a little perplexed
when this question arises,

Is it lonely? Or is it dark?
Therefore I cannot
” Make My Mark”!



Tell Me What To Do
When The Things Turn Blue
Standing In The Dark Room
Facing A Painful Doom
From The Days Of Glory To This Dim Phase
Leads To A Feeling Of Getting Dazed
When The Ray Of Hope Begins To Fade
It Almost Shatters The Dreams We Made

When The Things Turn Blue
Facing It Is All I Do
As Weeping, Repenting Seems A Waste Of Time,
Hoping This Downfall Will Help Me To Shine,
Push The Gear And Opening My Eyes
Making Me Focused And Highly Determined

Thus Positive Energy Begins To Flow
When The Things Have Errors, Don’t Feel Low
Take A Moment
Take A Breath
You Are Still To Reach To Reach The Gate Of Death!
So Till That Time, Do Not Whine
Work On The Things That Made You Wrong,
And This Will Make You Even More Strong

So Now When The Things Turn Blue,
Lighting A Candle Of Faith In A Dark Room,
Is All That You And Me Have To Do………..


The Darkest Dawn

The Darkest Dawn

Banged Up & Jailed Behind The Bars,
Was One Of His Painful, Oldest Scar

Accused By Many But Trusted But Few
Entered A Dark World Which He Never Knew,
With A Vengeful Heart, He Walked Through
To Take Revenge & Retaliation For Wrong
He Became Powerful & Enormously  Strong

Beside His Harsh Looks, There Was A Heart Which Knew
That He Wanted To Groove
On A Peaceful Tune,
Away From  The Cries Of Foe & Sounds Of Gun
He Wished To Run

But There Were Forces Which Dragged Him
To The World So Rugged

Accused By Many But Trusted By Few
To The Underworld He Remained Glued
As He Didn’t Have A Courage To Start,
A New Life And Follow His Heart!

Midnight Memories

Midnight Memories

/* a few years back, a fire had broken out in my building at the wee-hour of midnight and witnessing this unfortunate event gave me a  chance to write this poem!  hope you’re able to connect with my experience:)! thankyou  */

The Darkest Night
Not A Pinch Of Light
Flame And Fire In Sight
Enters A Noisy Truck
Residents Are Struck
In The Cold Silence
Just A Spark Of Haynes
The Charcoal Smoke
In Stress People Flock

Step In The Men In Red
In Quick Pace, They Fled
Hearing The Cries
Fear Of Fire Flies
Then The Flow Of Water
Began With Force
Every Obstacle It Could Slaughter
Cooling The Heated Coarse

The Wind Blew By
The Deep Sleep Die
These Three Elements
Dominated The Human Components
Fierce-fullness Of Mother Nature
Diminish The Power Of Fellow Creature