Living with a crook
Is no bliss.
Haven't witnessed Devil
But experienced the torments
Of hell not heaven.
Bleeding and burning,
Every step seems illusory
Masked faces around,
Living double lives.
Wounded more than life,
Yet figuring out
How to heal...
When another scar appears.
Pain ain't the goal to attract,
But peace is.
Living in the edge
Is what life seems all about.
Pleasure is just another mask of pain.

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As I wake up
To the wail of the clouds dark
Amidst
The break of dawn
My lazy eyes
Not wanting to dismantle
The revelry
Of dream and wakefulness
The terrain
Of my physical domain
Still lying
Indolent in its existence
Not the mind
As its frenzied state
Is overwrought
With multitudinous desires
Unaccomplished.

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The Little Drops of Baarish

Just a bud
Yet to flower
And to blossom
Like the lotuses
In my pond nearby.
Play and sing and dance
To my own tune
Carrying my long and wet mane
The aroma bewitched me
As the little drops of baarish
Fell on me to remind
Of its eternal presence...
Eternal charm.

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When a woman defames another
Gender is the least that’s in the mind
It has to be an old concoction
That gets toxic over time
Which could have been healed.
Still some choose to be fatal...

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how does it feel
when you drink your pus
when you spend sleepless nights
hosting a virus in your body to multiply
when you can’t encounter with your own reflection
how does it feel when you can’t feel your crown
but the painful blisters upto your ankle
how does it feel when your cells are
dismantled every fraction of second
how can you let it win
when you can fight it back
how can you not win
when you can live the pain
not like a pain

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she said it's surreal
as she discloses
how she treasured a space
for his arrival
collecting stuffs
of small joys
imagining the details
to share them
with him
years after
when he steps in
she said
he's worth waiting

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the feeling of being myself
is felt on being home
the warmth the coziness
and my family
i get what i want
i crave for
i desire for
not outside
but on a weekend
spent at home

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and she’s lost in the crowd
he looks for her
everywhere
finds her nowhere
he returns home alone
broken and wrecked
and rewinds his life
years ago
how they met and married
and years after
a while ago
he realises
how he left her alone
and his body never to return

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how to un-love him she asked
i said you offered
your companionship for a lifetime
could he deal with it
you showered love and togetherness
could he multiply
of all the worst
he ended his life
at self-will
is he worth loving
it’s time to move on
he has failed
not you
un-love him

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what are you hiding
nothing ma
show me son
and she discovers
her child waking up
from the land of fantasy
stepping into
the realm of
reality syndrome

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