On cold ground she lay,
As the last tear left her eye,
Her life extinguished, a silent cry,
A sentence sealed in a web of lie.
Her voice, a whisper in the wind,
A truth they’d chosen not to see, for long.
Their eyes were open, yet blind,
To the world’s silent plea.
They wandered through life, vision blurred,
Finding solace in their fleeting ease.
The haunting truths remained curtailed,
Lost in comfort, lost in peace.
But when they kindled her final pyre,
It roared with a vengeful fire,
Turning raindrops into burning spires,
And clouds to choking mire.
The ash fell heavy, obscuring all,
No longer could they turn away,
As the darkness descended all around-
The moment of truth broke through.
Forced to clear the choking dust,
They wiped the veil from their eyes.
What was once obscured in deepest rust,
Now stood stark, stripped of disguise.
Her name, like many, once overlooked,
Now shone with a light that pierced the night.
Their blindness shattered, hearts denied
In that piercing moment, they felt the fight.-
Upon these desolate shores,
Our collective screams resound,
Shattering rainbows
In distant, sunlight worlds afar.
Do those shards of broken glass,
Forged in the resonance of our sorrows,
Pierce the fortress walls
Of your impenetrable skins,
Crafted from layers of indifference?-
The one with all the smiles
The one that made us ease with ourselves
As one Mr.Matthew perry goes
Chandler bing goes on forever.-
Sometimes I wish
I can go a little near
Just so I can help
A little more.
In a windy night,
A flame shivers.
Get too far
The flame fizzles
Get too close
The flame fizzles
Amidst burnt fingers .-
We all have
different lives ,lifetimes
different purposes and significances.
After ,I opened my eyes
I was made to realise
by writings written all over,that
even Big ships sink in storm,
Requirements of a bride in her groom.
I know the smell,and taste of sweet
I wasn't born ,I was picked
And was made ,into who I am,
by a little girl trudging along.
Five minutes before ,I didn't exist,
Five minutes later,I won't.
At first ,I was afraid ,
As bubbles around,
Were Made and unmade.
My screamy surroundings ,
Made me wary of the fate,
Of bigger ships,In storms.
And sigh at my fragile state.
But then ,I Remembered
The shine in her eyes
And sound of her claps
As I moved forward; I realised,
Maybe this is what I have to do.
To pass this puddle till her sight withdrew
Because,That is what paper boats do
They give little girls hope to believe.-
I love storms.
All of them.
Even though
they take parts
of me away.
They tell
about people
in it with me.
Some are shit scared.
Some want to survive.
Some bring along
a storm of their own
just because they are in one.
What about me?
I make peace with its eye
and count people who left.
-
You once told me
that you are too impatient
to ever try write poetry.
But,When you left,
you patiently collected,
each air molecule,
I were to breathe
and inscribed on them
A magnificent pain.-
You are scattered all across the world.
Only in places unknown yet,will you find your missing pieces-
The molecules of air
Seeped in vacant space
As you gave a slip
From my embrace
I waited all Summer
Bared incessant rains
But,winter is in air now
I pulled my arms closer
And I hug myself
-
Maybe that's why universe
often conspires with our
demons.To make us stronger
than what we fear.-