Don’t be bound to my hand,
Don’t stay back at my door,
Travel your world, cross your limits,
Meet many, keep some, break and mend,
Bring back memories, a few regrets.

When the sun sets one day,
And you are tired,
Come back.
Come back to me.

I would keep your tea warm and waiting.
Your bed made, books dusted.
Tell me all your stories,
About your smiles and tears,
Show me your scars and badges.
While I hold you close.

Call no other place home.
For home is me.
When the bruises don’t heel,
When the heart is filled,
When you want to lie down,
And sleep like a child,
Come back home.
Come back to me.

I lie on my bed,  in a dark room 

staring at the windows. 

The flapping sounds of the curtain draped down the window panes, 

the monotonous creaking of the old ceiling fan, 

like an unfinished lullaby sung by mother to make her sapling feel cosy. 

My eyelids drooping to the smell of the dark woods of the room. 

I felt the tingles down my neck and 

the strokes of the little pink arms across my cheeks. 

 I could feel the brimming crest on my sore and week body, 

dripping down was the drink for my infant. 

I clasped his soft head close to my bosom, 

feeling a warmth around my body. 

 He reached for my nipples and again stroke my cheeks 

 perhaps a gesture of content 

As I watched him lying next to me , clad in soft clothes

for the first time I believed in selfless love

Break up?..
That's a beautiful scar.
It makes you realize how much sincerely you loved a person.
It reminds you,your capabilities to love.
It open the other phase of life.
It happens when, better things are to happen in life.
It proves that you are worthy for more.
Its a new shine to your story because its a break 'up' not  a break 'down'.
Your 'ex' is somebody you should be thankful to, Because they shared a beautiful part of love with you.
Love is not about owning a person, nor about making a ' forever'  story, Its all about being immensely happy to be with the person in the present. 
Move on! Move on! Your dots to join are pending in life, draw them up with a magical tinch of HOPE.
And when you reach the last dot to match in your death bed, you will see a beautiful story you .

Together, we breathed and swayed around, with utmost care,

Down the memory lane, the journey was miraculous,

Two hearts beating in unison, two minds anxiously awaiting,

Lost in thoughts though, about the life altering moment,

Waves of anxiety intensifying, brought me back to reality.

And the day had arrived, it's exuberance lasting for an eternity.

Those gentle eyes opening to a world so strange and complex,

Incredible and splendid, snowflakes of joy flared into the air. 

Never have I seen a single moment, even remotely beautiful,

Overwhelmed, the tears of joy found its way down the cheeks.

The strain, exhaustion and the plethora of worries are history,

Wonderment of this instance is worth all the pain and agony,

A new life - a tiny bundle of bliss, the choicest blessing ever,

A part of me, she was and now those little eyes blinking back,

Miracle it is, nothing less than that, awe inspiring moment!

A while ago, the naïve self had thought, - Life was about ambitions!

Visualized oneself draped in the colours of success, glory and pride,

Yearned and strived for hours on end, perseverance indeed,

Kept dreaming about staying in the spotlight and tried-

To find meaning to the mere existence and call it "life"!

There came an instance, threatening the career prospects ahead,

Stress peaked and uncertainty crawled in with its venomous sting,

Staggered under the heaviness of a few dreams that shattered,

Ever so hard the mind did try, to remain calm and composed,

It hit harder and stabbed a bit inside, as hope started fading away!

A gentle chuckle from behind, ‘ba..ba..’ mumbled a tiny voice,

A smile found its way to my face, and warmth filled my heart,

Looked up once to see the moments of revelations unveiling itself,

Everywhere else it is replaceable, my existence in here, 

Except for my little one, the bundle of happiness crawling around.

The times, spend for passion and money are good, satisfactory too.

But, the time to hold our family close, necessity is for those moments.

Indispensable as well, to share some fun, laughter and thoughts,

To let go of the emotional baggage and feel a bit lighter inside,

Making the memories sweeter, as long as the happiness cloud stays!

It did not hurt when I left my parents,

’Cause I was never theirs to begin with.

But leaving my parents’ house,

Has left me distraught.

It was never a home,

Just a house.

But it was also my paradise by the river,

Where ruby red java-apples and jade guavas coloured my woeful days.

It was my treasure trove where I buried myself under precious paperbacks,

And sank sorrows in beloved diaries.

It was my castle where I’d imagine myself to be Rapunzel,

Longing for a Prince Charming to gallop in and salvage me.

It was my fortress that guarded me,

When wretched tongues wrapped their wrath around me.

It was my dungeon I hid myself in,

When wanton hands came calling for my 'child-lady' parts.

It was my safest haven of long-lost memories,

Where sipping hibiscus and plantain flower nectar was among the sweetest.

It was my happy place where my heart always boomeranged to,

Every time pearls of rain impregnated the dry earth, pervading me with petrichor.

It was my sanctum sanctorum that I found peace at,

When all the gods I kowtowed to, failed me repeatedly.

But now it feels like my roots got severed from under me,

My toes have been chopped off;

And I know not how to hold myself to the earth anymore,

The world as I know it, has ceased to exist.

I have a dream....

I have a dream to sleep comfortably under a roof

Hugging my mom tightly.

I have a dream to see my dad’s smiling face,

I have  a dream to paint my colouring book

With my favourite blue crayons.

I have a dream to hold my teddy,

I have a dream to be in my classroom ,

I have a dream to have an identity,

I have a dream to have my belly full of food,

I have a dream to have my smile back.
 

Our days and nights were taken

And our future became shadowy.

We are imprisoned suddenly!

Our sleeps were haunted and

Our smiles were taken away.

Our freedom was stolen and made

Our world less clear.

Our loved ones vanished and

Became tearful memories.

We lost our country,

We lost our dignity!

Now we are wandering for a safe place

To rebuild our lost future.

Here we are waiting for everything

We wait  for the next step!

When we reach the next step

We have to wait again!

We wait at the borders to cross,

We plead for food and medicines,

We wait for the hope.

You can call me in different names

Alan Kurdi,Ahammed,Saina………..

But we have only one name ...Refugees!

Now I am stepping into a boat

Actually I am scared of water

But I hope that water is safer than land. 

Tie it tight, taught her someone,

Don't know when.

Don't let it loose!

Don't let it fly.

But it hurts, it hurts from it's roots.

No matter what, you ought to tie.

Tie up! Tie up her spirits!

Tie up her soul, tie up till it hurts.

Till it mars her Self.

Don't let her free,

Taught her someone.

Be it hair or self

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Teaches Her from birth

What "Don't" means

But what about a "No"?

Why don't we stop feeding her "Don't"

And start heeding Her,

to Her No, to Her Yes, to Her Self...

Desires, that roots inside the dark,

Unleashed the wolf, within that arc

Frowned, as it lit up inside, a spark

Crowned the moron in me, a crack

Those were the blues, caught in autumn

Nourished my groves, top to bottom

Breezes and sighs, soft as cotton

Rode on my dreams, now stands rotten.

Deep inside, I am fighting for ages

Pricks in, as I serve without wages

Savage in me, vengefully rouges

Glides across, insane, like pages

Heal my soul, oh lord, so pure!

Seal my thoughts, the proposed cure

Inhale more pain, the one I can’t bare

Let me just fool, my unconditioned tear.

Canopy of wisdom, held it loud

Bloomed beside, bright and bold

And I was cursing the one I loved

Ruptured illusions, bygone, I heard

The walls crumble all around as day turns to darkness,

A sense of despair and grief overwhelm my core. 

As I close my eyes, my thoughts flash back to my birth. 

The cries and the laughs of my coming into this Earth echo all around.

Times when I laughed and cried cling onto my every laboured breath.

As I fight to kick out the demons within and outside.

The paths I was forced down to come to this moment.

Every fabric of my being and soul being ripped to shreds.

What did I do to you world to deserve this fate of mine?

Didn’t I love you and cherish you like a sweet honeydew flower,

Caress you and nourish you like a spring fountain in the desert.

Always there by your side, like a mother antelope guarding her fawn.

Alas, there is no more time left to reflect and ponder.

Go I must into the eternal and ever-consuming blackness creeping on me.

Let it be known that I will have my sweet revenge.

In this life or the next, revenge against you for plundering and looting me.

While sitting beside the all-knowing
A question floats through my mind
Was this earth bombarded?
Or did it fall out from a mother's womb?

I did see my mother first
Seconds after I opened my eyes
And I did get the kiss of love
From none other than my loving mother.

I did play hide and seek
Seconds after I stood on my legs
And I did get the gentle pat
From none other than my loving sister.

I did bag easy helps
Seconds after I got stuck between homeworks
And I did gain the well wishes
From none other than my loving girlfriend.

I did win the yearning desire
Seconds after looking into her eyes
And I did reap the passion of love
From none other than my loving wife.

I did get an extra leg
Seconds after she grew self sufficient
I did receive the needful care
From none other than my loving daughter.

I did get the summons from God
Seconds after my heart beat ceased
I did see the stream of tears
From none other than some unknown woman.

And it is then that I did ask the almighty
Why are women treated so bad?
And why are women being thrown to the back?
Alas!

..he too was one mighty man!

My love , do help me stay away

Show me how to unlove you

In the fall , I'll crawl and fade away,

Like the twinkling drops of dew !

I hope your life is as vivid as your eyes,

And your summer's cheerful too.

In my gloomy morning underlies,

A memory that clings to you !

The days are cold and nights are dry,

Every song is breaking me.

With the anguished heart I pacify

The soul, that's damned with me !

So, In the pointless gloom I seek

A wisdom , that no shall speak,

The pain that love shall wreak,

And a dream that preys on weak

The past , a callous hound,

Can sniff and hunt us down

Oh heart ! Dost hold your ground

It's an all or nothing town

Unable to live or unable to leave,
I’m stuck in the midst, can only believe!
Believe that things to be alright,
When life makes you squall, I will hold you tight!
 
The time we spent, the moment we shared,
The love I poured, the things I cared!
Let-go your banes, which makes you fright,
When life makes you squall, I will hold you tight!
 
People won’t try and later they’ll cry,
It’s easy to run-away and to say good-bye!
Come hold my hands, let’s together fight,
When life makes you squall, I will hold you tight!

You’re my destiny; dear, you’re my fate,
I know; you know, it’s never too late!
Darkness will go, I can see the light,
When life makes you squall, I will hold you tight!

My dear...all wishes on this day ...

You may think why I wish you today..

As you are busy to drive our family through the day

But you are my best friend and I feel I should wish you..

So I wish..May god bless you dear

I met you about twenty years back ..

And I tell jokes on marriage..But jokes apart

I tell, you gave my life meaning...

My friends said their expenses increased..

Their woes increased after the marriage!

But for me it was the other way..

I vouch on any carpet..Bet me...

Plus you made way for two wiz kids ...

Who are unique specimens in this world for sure ..thank God

And what makes me more astonishing is your love for our parents ..

Though you are a critic ..its all constructive, I know

Years went by...still..still ..I cant make you out fully...

But i know you are the best gem friend i get to be my wife ..

No doubt about it..but still I am confused at this shore

To reveal your age or not as its a Damocles sword to both of us...

But as you grow through decades..

Let JESUS flush you with more and more mercy to you..your generations

As you did with forty sixty and hundred folds of your services to mankind Amen

Written on your 2019 birthday

Cuddling on my mom's lap
Nourished by her love
Forgetting worldly woes
Silence is blissful...

Hand in hand we walked
Along the shores of life
Now and then speechless,
Still listening to each other
With you soulmate,
Silence is beautiful...

Serene was the jungle
Tranquil was the sky
It rejoiced my heart
And made me dance with glee
O, Mother Nature, with you,
Silence is wonderful...

Along the shores of life,
I walked with no aim
At times, all alone...
Silence is distressful...

Silent were my dear and near
As I was on my death bed
Terror filled in all eyes and
Tears overflowing...
Silence is frightful...

Silent became my heart
As I left the worldly ties
And rose to the unknown world
Leaving everything here
Silence is peaceful...

To be or not to be, always confused me.

To overcome you need grit,

The will to succeed, you will come out

Unharmed, that’s life.

A day awakens, a ray of hope injects,

Will it be among the clouds!

Optimism will be at stake, but that’s life dear.

Empty at heart, didn’t bother to take it away,

Still it swept by.

I didn’t knew that it was draining under my feet,

It was late, very late!

To be or not to be, always confused me.

To overcome you need grit,

The will to succeed, you will come out

Unharmed, that’s life.

I was saddened by the sudden disappearance,

It’s the sheer presence,

That moulded me

It engulfed me, I’m still on the ground.

With a heavy heart, I may not be the same,

But those twinkling and bubbly eyes,

Hitherto runs my life

Or will it ruin my life.

 To be or not to be, always confused me.

To overcome you need grit,

The will to succeed, you will come out

Unharmed, that’s life.

I gave all my love, I gave my care,

I gave my affection, I will…..

My heart bleeds, Yet

It’s wailing…..tears. Its drought!

Don’t negate my love,

Don’t negate my respect,

Don’t negate my care

It’s not borrowed, it’s my won

It’s……

To be or not to be, always confused me.

To overcome you need grit,

The will to succeed, you will come out

Unharmed, that’s life.

They bombed his home

And killed his son

The hashtag said #MeToo

They burnt him live

For the choice of his food

The hashtag said #MeToo

They hung him up

For the caste he was born

The hashtag said #MeToo

They tore her clothes 

And raped her soul

The hashtag said #MeToo

She took bullets 

For the might of her pen

The hashtag said #MeToo

They tore her womb

For the religion she followed

The hashtag said #MeToo

She laughs at the jokes

Her chauvinist boss makes

Her hashtag says #MeToo

He penalizes her 

For her period leaves 

His hashtag says #MeToo

I relax and smile

That these happen not to me

Yet my hashtag says #MeToo 

Enclosed was I, in darkness alive,

Bowered by the safest shell of shelter.

Floating was I, in the divine fluid of life,

Tumbling and tossing, helter-skelter.

Passed by, lonesome days and nights,

Twisting, turning, bouncing around.

Crack! Popped the walls of my tiny world,

Embracing warm rays of the winter sun surround.

A gentle breeze caressing my naked body,

Awestruck, gazed I at the vista of greens and blues.

Waken, was my frozen consciousness,

Wrapped in cozy feathers of vibrant hues.

The warmth where I find solace,

The benign beak where my hunger ends.

In an eggshell, unseen, over a vermilion blossomed palas,

Curling myself into my comfort-zone binds.

Tiny feathers emerging out of my naked body,

A sense of pride! A symbol of morale!

Step out and watch the world so shoddy!

Hustled the once-hued wings turning pale.

Pried I, gently at a strange world outside.

Struck hard, on me, a fear of unknown.

Offering nothing left for me to decide,

Bumped down, got I, by Mama's beaks in frown.

Off I fell, with a clamorous collapse, 

The rough road making my footsteps ache.

Burning was my tender skin, by sunburst perhaps.

Roars of laughter around stirring a reality wake.

Struggling to go back, with tears of rue,

Craving to shut myself back in my eggshell.

Shouting, crying, yelling in distress too,

Just for the nature to return the echo of my yell.

Slowed I, to witness my trembling steps stay.

The bumpy road no more aches my toes,

The blazing rays no more burns me away.

Aquainting myself, with a bizzare world of foes.

Smiled I in zing, at a world so different.

Treading the rough road, Lifting wings of virtue,

Off I soar in the scorching Sun, towards eternity,

And there do I see, yet another flock following me!

Life seems to be all about numbers!

Breaths and beats all are numbers,

Dates and years all have some stories to tell.

Connecting the dots one by one

To figure out what life offers

To count ups and downs, slopes and intercepts

To measure degree of turns and curves

Appears to be endless unfathomed blues

Just like numbers, between two is infinite!

No one else other than your soul

Knows how huge that sum is

The distance you crawled, you jumped

The long path no equations can deduce.

Alas! Why life pacing like progression of decimals?

Wailing some, when it offers bitter and tears.

Ah! Why life galloping like an exponent of tens?

Astounding others, when it offers sweet and joy.

What all own is one life

This 'one' with many digits and figures

Some worth to be valued, but no one counts

Some just trashy, but many embracing

No one values what to be valued

Counting the wealth, jewels and medals

Days here are counted, though many forget.

Count your deeds, hands you reached and smile you offered

Start it over, if it’s zero.

To fill some null set with priceless numbers!

And to feel the numbers that are serene, awe and bliss!

I struggled to stay happy,

But they tried to judge me. 

I found my joy in glass bangles, 

But they broke it in front me. 

Running hands through my hairs, 

Adjusting my duppatta, 

I smiled at my own goodness,

When people laughed at my existence. 

But not conforming to the societal norms, 

Leaving the mirror that lied,

I embraced my inner self.

I was standing at the doorsteps

Letting him go in front of my eyes

My vision was blurred

The salty water that was precipitating from my eyes

I asked him not to go

In return, he just looked into my eyes and smiled

He went away from me like sand slips from hand

The tighter you try to hold, the faster it goes.

I knew I am losing him, but had no control

The only thing I knew was that I won’t get him back

Never ever ever

It is funny, what we want the most is what leaves us

Behind, and doesn’t turn back to see us again

I wanted him back, but I’ll never get him.

I know and I try to convince me, but futile.

He is none other than time.

But sometimes it is better to let him go

Rather than holding him

The wound that he gave me

Can only be healed if he goes away

Far far away.

And once he is gone, that far that I can’t even see his trace

The wound he gave will get healed

With a scar.

Scar remains for a long time

A long long time.

He changes people, their mind, their decision

He, in fact, erases the existence of a person

Today I am here around 150 people.

Tomorrow maybe I won’t be or they won’t be

Nor will he.

He is the one who never waits

Never ever for anyone.

He is the one who goes but is still there.

We all know this second just passed away

But till the time we think of that passed second

A new one arrives and passes, making the passed second older

New second comes and comes

So do everything.

He is none other than time.

Some were missing the most delightful time they had

Some were living in that time

Some were excited about the upcoming phase of their life,

The moment they realize they are enjoying

That phase of life is over.

He is gone, far far away.

Like he always does.

He left many at their doorsteps

With eyes full of tears.