An Innocent Voice

Beneath the bed

I wandered, you to be present.

Oh God! I know you are not alive.

innocent

Then!

Please come, let me die.

Here and where between a silence,

I cried.

Unseen retained their glory,

Through the year, it’s what you are.

 

Engage… inhabit… establish….

Please!

Do what easy possible.

I am worried of you,

Not of mine.

So I bother where you are?

See! True let me whisper,

People….Yes! Those whom you have created.

Making of your fool, pretending what you,

They are.

 

Allash! Why I am telling you.

Everything is which you know.

Let me…. Please let …  Let me,

Come across, I want just understand you,

That what you are, and

Just want to dig inside why you are.

And beg you an answer,

Why you are?

 

You know I myself afraid of you,

Where, there you proved me wrong.

And then, you tried to show me,

That yes you are.

But in actual, forgive me please

It’s not who you are.

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Walking Alone

Traveled too long,

On the heights of my Goal.

Alone

Years of Glory,

Humble to worry…….

I lost……….. My face in me,

I lost………..That person to live.

 

Yeah! Question around,

Where do I found?

To me…………. Walking alone,

Man of my own…………….

Yeah! man of my own.

 

Now my dreams, fears a lot,

I dragged a lot,

To me…………. Walking alone.

 

I missed…………….Living’s hope,

And see……………

I am walking alone……………….

 

 

 

 

 

My path of Day

Reality of your light,

Gave birth to hide.

Besides the evenness of my core,

A day! Treated me as bored.

With the every eyebrows up,

I observed the world,

And with every eyebrows down,

I determined to be hiding.

Wisdom of my clan,

Proved false in every glance.

And I had to run with calm.

But this gave me a new day of myth,

Every day…….. Pushing each other to follow.

Whether true blamed or not,

Honor broke or not,

Pride adore or not.

I choose to be calm,

to walk on the way every time.

With a new day,

To suck my blood from my veins,

And killing my internal pain,

Of being a part of this world.

Negativity! Laugh at me.

But is it true? You have done justice to your day?

Or you just left running to find justice for your soul.

I gone through the same,

And facing everyday.

Everyone is right, everyone is wrong,

But myth never dies.

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Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine