Tag: Poem

The Streets Lay Barren this Morning – Pahalgam Attack

The streets lay barren this morning.

Quaking yesterday.

all quiet for now.

the loudest quiet…

Of a breath hitching

an old wound. Re-twitching.

 

Torn apart.

Clothes.

Bodies.

Souls.

 

Torn apart.

I stand upon this road.

The smell of blood and bullets lingers still.

Lives and lies spilled upon the hill.

 

Suffocating air, up in the open grasslands-

Throat choked by hands.

And faith by demands.

Men treated like grains of sand.

Acting on command-

 

And yet. The street will stand.

The trees will sing of injustice,

the children will recite,

by the passing of the night,

there’ll be arrival of the light.

 

But the tale sings still,

still here.

A chapter of death,

a warning.

Streets filled with mourning.

The street lies barren this morning.

 

Pain(ting) – of a menstruator

I’m the craft itself.

A pause. A period. Then a halt.

A certain “art” within,

Yet it’s a flaw, a fault.

Art. A white canvas below,

Waiting for color to bleed in,

Color of love, blush, roses and: blood.

Red’s holding a dead seed in.

My insides, a tube,

My body a brush, going fast and slow

The rhythm paints well, pains well,

Swifting in a twist, a clot, a flow,

I’m an artist unrecognised,

Sentimental. Cramping. Fainting.

In the muse(eum) every month,

Stare at my Pain(ting).

Bleeding, all of me is bleeding
With my deprived soul chained to the excruciating shackles of interminable anguish
As the demons caged deep inside my putrefying soul are let lose
I let them lurk in the dungeons of my once-tranquil mind
Unveiling the counterfeit cloth of illusion tightly wrapped around my sore eyes
They feast on my affliction, unforgivingly tearing apart the very intellect of my existence.

Bound to embrace his cold, defunct body with a fading sagacity of once-peaking affection
I beseech for mercy, to the Death that shall come for all
I implore for the clemency I see diminishing in Death’s eyes
As his body lies festering at my sinful feet
Which had once trampled him in their march towards the well that was said could quench the unending hankering of gluttony in a venal man’s mind
My aching ears yearn to hear his soothing voice again
The voice whose destitute cries they had harshly neglected when they needed to be heard the most
Death cruelly laughed at the miserable sight of my shedding eyes
The eyes which could not shed an ounce of tears when he was unjustly slaughtered

Death burnt my ego to ashes
Despondent to face the humiliation he was made to face with silence, my eyes could not meet those of death which were fervent with a fire of vengeance
Desperate, I pled for death
But death did not come for me
For a stone-hearted destiny had taken them away
He, who was dead at my feet, the justice that once prevailed
They, who were burnt to char, the children of hope who once played in the orchards of my benevolent heart
The peace, which sang the ballads of love and serenity to soothe my sensitive ears
For it was I who had died
My rightfulness that was crushed to pieces
And Death, who just chuckled at the thought of taking away
The life of a morally dead person.

Falling down and still holding myself,
Why is it always me?
My look-alike, my dusty bookshelf
I can’t unsee.

Every teardrop filled with chaos,
What is the fault with me?
Feelings feel lost,
My soul wants to flee.

I wear a smile, but it’s just a disguise,
A mask I made so none can see.
Will someone ever look past my eyes,
And still choose to stand with me?

No one ever asks me to stay,
Is “I’m here” too much to hear?
I don’t need to lead your way,
Just want someone near.

Will you accept my flaws?
I’m not the one for you
People see you with dropped jaws
They see me, they want me to renew.

Trying to heal,
Dying to change
No one knows how I really feel
I’m unlike others, is that strange?

Butterflies here and there,
Butterflies everywhere.
The land of which I dream,
Where a butterfly is the queen.
The place where they stand,
‘Is this majestic land’.
Filled with beauty and magnificence,
This dream never ends!

The gardens are filled with flowers,
Where the rain peacefully showers.
The cool and light breeze,
Which blows over the tall green trees.
The rivers flow gently,
In which you will find lotuses plenty.
Filled with butterflies which are grand,
Don’t you want to visit this amazing land?

Hope is indeed such a fickle thing,
For it makes the bleakest of winters spring;
You may fall down on the life’s slope,
But you will get up and that is hope;
In the dark, all you do is grope,
But you will find light and that is hope;
It will always make your heart swell,
But its absence is much like an empty well;
It can find what is lost,
Make us forget the cost;
Its intoxication is stronger than a drug,
Yet, it is a greater thief than any thug;
But hope, do wrap us in your shawl,
So that we may be shrouded from all.

Is death a gift?
Wrapped in a wrapper of succor
My body, a debilitated victim to the ire of time
My breath, ablaze in the flames of emphatic impediment
To my kind, a heartbeat is the sound of eons of throe
The rain caresses the bleeding orifice of my mouth
It pulls me down, attempting to drown me
It dexterously envelops my tears
A perfunctory snicker escapes my mouth
As these enervated eyes of mine regard the pitter-patter of disgruntled raindrops
Who are filled with the culpability and dysphoria they tried to wash away

My sanity questions my existence
The ideation of death never sounded alien to me
Closer to a utopian conquest I long to conquer
It sprints away from me, into the grim alleyways of this dystopian society
These shards of glass engraved in my chest
Reflect the somber and true shades of the cataclysm I was doomed to be born in
Long-lived I, but not long enough to embrace the taste of life
O Mother, define life for me
For I believe it to be the attenuated line which rips me away from my death
For me, life is the inability to cherish the flavor of death
Death, the cessation of it all
From the throbbing of my pulse to the shedding of my tears
The beginning of their story was the end of mine
Oh, the bittersweet taste of this debacle is not ubiquitous for all
But my muffled cries now seemed to have been heard
As I lose sight of the imminent and the account of a formidable antecedent
Come take hold of me, O Mother

Your shining star is falling
Leaving behind a misty trail of a blurry past and evaporating teardrops in the forlorn sky
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They say life is a winsome voyage filled with glee and incredulities
But for me, they were torn away by the savage hurricanes hurling at the orders of an infuriated hour
The reminiscence of precedent ordeals further gashed the cavernous wounds I never knew I sustained
Of what I have known of this wretchedness that goes by the name of life
Tears have replaced words in every account I have etched with blood
The price of joy has been remorse and poignancy beyond the grasp of time
Treachery composed the ones I treasured
Illusions strangled my hopes tattered
Justice was the sandy horizon the oceans of my somnolent eyes could never seek to meet
If I go by what they have to say to define life
My one, it is your beauty that I shall illustrate on the empty voids of my canvas
Never say you have grown to despise your reflection
For it is what makes me a part of you
And you, the reward of my disenchanted destiny
Of what I have been told, shooting stars grant every wish
But will I be granted what I yearn for shall I ask for the star not to fall?
My galaxy unwinds itself in your eyes, my beloved
In you, I see my transformed self
Just as indignant, staring back at me
Your smile bears the dainty flowers that refurbish the rough ruins of my uneven domain
The isolated sky of my life prizes your saccharine presence
It is the play of the universes, etched by the stars
So, who are we to blame?
I am a petty character in this arduous skit, fated to adore death more than life
But how many times should I die before I die?
Death is life personified for me.

The thought of death is the mellifluous lullaby that comforted me when fortune gave up on me
But dare I not sing it for you
As I curse the stars for belittling me with a fate
Where I must see you die!
As you close your eyes, some part of me screams to never let you go
But the other, unsurprisingly, wishes upon you so the absence of a life equipped with malaise
My world disintegrates and falls apart
As you leave me behind
To tour the unexplored infinity above the skies
I embrace death, yet again
As I caress your eyes close
Now, destitute and despondent
My hands, bloodied, lose clutch of your lifeless body
A time of two deaths, the discovery of two bodies
One breathless and the other breathing
Both departed souls move on
To excavate the secrets of the colossal stars and diverse galaxies
Aspiring to find the one that deemed their fates to be
Life after death and death before life.

Think deeper than the ocean,
Higher than the sky
The “What ifs..” are unlimited
Only if you try.

Imagine everything in your will power
and meet it face to face
because imagination you can say,
is everyone’s grace.

Imagination is LIMITLESS ,
Unstoppable its pace
It can make the smallest thing
into a big historical case.

The Way I Wish To Bloom

You don’t rush the flowers to bloom
You don’t dictate their colour
Or command the shape they must take
The number of petals they must bear
The texture or patterns they ought to wear

And yet, when they bloom in their own unhurried time
You admire their beauty, breathe in their fragrance, let them stir your soul.
You long to possess them, to make them your own
To weave them into your hair and showcase their beauty to the world.

You wait so patiently, gently and without demand
Embracing their essence, holding them dearly
And adoring whatever they choose to offer.

I envy those flowers…
The grace of acceptance they are shown
The time they are granted to unfold
The freedom they are given
To design their own way of blooming.

Oh, to be able to bloom like a flower!

 

Burning

I watch as she cries
Eyes all red, she is burning from inside

So beautiful and bright she used to be
Sunshine in everyone’s life
So warm and pleasant to feel

I watched her
As he slowly and cruelly changed her
He, who is the black thundercloud blocking her light
he made her cold
And left her all alone,

The only heat now she feels
Is the burn of hurt and defeat,

I was a child
Who watched him ignite
Her soul
Which burns now

I still am a child
Who sits next to her
Clueless and hopeless
Of what is to be done
Frightened to lose her,
To see him change her to ashes now.

Is this joy?
Because I think it might kill me.
Shall I compare you with wild nights of Sydney?
Lividness, betrayal and happiness, all that at once.
No Sydney is in order.
But you were a whole new disorder.
Last scene of awe
That ended this organised flaw
Was the blissful unforgettable night.
One that everyone saw.
You came like a dream I didn’t expect,
A little too wrong, a little too perfect.
With every smile, you broke a rule,
Taught my heart in a different school.
You weren’t peace, but you felt so right,
Like stars that shine in the middle of night.
You were a storm I never flew through.

Bring back the old Earth
The forests, the animals, the clean air
This planet gives us so much,
And what we give it – it isn’t at all fair!

Bring back the wilderness,
The fauna, the flora, the beauty
The animals are craving for life,
We humans should feel guilty.

Bring back the woods,
The flowers, the grass, the trees
We humans just cannot understand,
We can’t do everything as we please!

Bring back the resources,
The air, the soil, the water
If we continue polluting these,
The Earth will get hotter.

We should take action,
To do what Mother Earth wants
We still have time,
To retrace our steps and cover our faults.

So, why shouldn’t we if we can
Bring all that the living desire?
The five precious elements,
Air, Earth, Space, Water and Fire.