A hullaballoo

Your beauty is evil

Entering through my eyes

Suffocating my heart in pain.

Jealousy making it’s way

Confusing, I must say.

Every strings dismantled,

Distorted, scattered it lays.

Blood rushing down my spine

Never settling down

Till I make you mine….

Past is us…

Its easy!

Very easy to quote; that

Past is gone

It’s finished, it’s done.

Healing is to leave the past

To inhale today with a blast.

Ohh.. is it so??

Is it that easy??

Every day is an outcome of past.

Then tell me…

Where and how it doesn’t last?

If past wasn’t that

Today wouldn’t be the same..

If past was perfect

Today wouldn’t have been lame.

It’s easy to say..Let go past

But truth is,

It’s the one that will last

We are a glimpse of our past

Fake it or not

Yes..

So don’t preach before it’s done..

Saying is easy but living is a run…

Freedommm

It’s a same story

When you stand to be strong

You are left all alone…

When you sail against the tide

Everyone leaves your side,

Prefering to continue..

Keeping you aside.

When you speak your mind

You are accused of being blind.

And you are the black sheep….

You are tagged a crazy bitch..

Ohh!!… ‘Glad to be a girl’..

In a planet where confused mind swirls..

Oh! come on!!!…

Women empowerment is just a formality..

In this illogical world, a pretense of morality…

For when you scream..

They call you mad.

And if you dream,

They consider it bad…

They draw you with wings..

Don’t get fooled.

For, wings aren’t for the flight.

Dont you see!

Birds too have wings.

But don’t they prefer them chained ?…

So, choose what you want.

Either be a girl or that bird..

To fly high, you don’t need those wings…

All you need is to roar..

When they try to chain your feet.

Odd is in…

There’s a beauty in a scream.

In a silent room with lights dim.

To understand what I mean.

Ask the ones who dream..

They are the Dreamers, the Screamers…

They are the unfitting ones,

The mismatched souls…

They don’t learn to walk

They prefer the run…

They dont believe in steps

They prefer a jump…

Risk is their crown…

Life a gamble.

They dont fear to have an escape narrow.

A shaky today and an unseen tomorrow…..

Doesn’t have time weeping in sorrow…

They prefer to sail in tide high

They sail their ship against the wind.

They prefer to swim against the tide..

In the darkest of dark,

They are ready for their drive…

I see them hero…

The world may call them naive.

What’s life? ….

……if its a straight line..

Waking up fresh, and

ending with a fine dine..

I prefer a curvy one…

Surprising me with its height tall..

And,

Shaking me with its sudden fall..

Ohh., there’s sure a beauty in a scream…

In a silent room with lights dim..

Thank you

A big fat book…

Life’s a book, a fat one,. Nothing more it seems to me.

It’s a novel in itself, . if you want it to be.

Starting from the beginning,. crawling towards it’s end.

Inhaling air is it’s first page,. and afterwards…………………… road starts to bend.

Within these pages does everything lies, Nothing else is no where else.

In-between comes many phase,. Sometimes we give up, mostly we choose to chase……

Chase for what? Who seems to know?

Perhaps a dream, a dream unseen…

Passing through some happiness and endless sorrows.

Every life sings the same story…..

After many loses comes a mini victory.

Let’s not lose hope as,. there’s nothing with which one can’t cope.

Time has that supreme power.

you won’t get a penny before that destined hour.

Some are making and the rest faking

Still this journey is worth taking,

Never try to shut this book,. not before having the last page’s look.

It’s an insane tale and you never know what may the next page cook.

Lets consume these pages, shut the book,

Taking pride in this journey no matter what it took…….

Loveđź’—đź’–

When you feel…….

You are fading away

to an unknown zone.

Unable to hold that identity

in which you stand.

When every being encircles you

with an energy strong.

Highlighting you of being wrong.

Making you lose whatever you had.

You feel alone, abandoned and mad…

Everything surrounding you is a canvas sad..

Where every bone is cracked..

No glue to fix those joints…

That’s the apex, the ultimatum point…

The point from where the darkness dwells…

A wish to end it all before it further swells…………………………………….

But what….What if,

if you see a hand

A hand enough strong to drag you out….

From that darkness’s land.

Throws a light to show the tunnel’s end.

Trust!!

Trust baby,

Give your hands …..

See the magic it shows..

Those hands is what I call …

‘LOVE,’

A feeling where everything seems nothing..

And nothing seems everything..

A feeling that will take you high

Every pain you’ll forget, and

Every sad memory erased.

Ohh baby!

That’s what I call is “LOVE”