Will you still retrieve the colour of my eyes...
Will you still take heed of my cries..
Will your fondness still sense the scent of mine ..
Will you still be the remedy to all my carks and wounds...
Will you still be the tender to me..
God that I forgot a single being can't be a cure and slicker to me..-
Dear You,
You are not single. Because, you always engaged with your emotions.-
मचा लो गंध
अंध-भक्ती के नाम की,
गंध में साँस लेते लेते
कभी तो दम घुटेगा !!
-
Ostrich's cephalus carapaced as tortoises
ephemeric indolent pathetic noises
infected centripetal choices
helical totipotent voices
.
.
are vices!-
Dear could-be victim,
Be alert! Stop gurgling with fear and start boiling with rage. Let that rage rip apart the veil of foolishness. You OUGHT to take care of your body. Run away from isolation, from darkness and let people throw weird stares at you. But, if you continue standing in the dark where suspicious wolves are consoling your isolation, just cause' you don't like to get other public gazes, then your life is at stake. You'll be dead within few blinks. Would you want that? Then, please act wise. Stuff your mouth with some awareness and breathe out every bit of negligence. I urge you, please!-
Me: Mom, It's Enough Now. I Have To Go On A Trip!
Mom(Handing Over Currency):
Fine. Go To The Market And Bring 5 kg Onion
and Count The Balance Carefully.-
Your words are like daggers for me
engraved on my mind and heart
that smashed my feelings in a trice
pathetic and wrecked, i'm no more
-