Across the holy river, behold a tiny spark
With tranquil winds flowing all over
A crowd beaming with joy,
Each faces distinct and wise
Not anyone cares about the other’s caste
Creed or faith or complexion so void
All men; neither white no black
No gender, no class, no arrogance
Faces void of any décor or paint
All natural, clean, and bright
A truth that bound them all - was death
A sole witness to their joy was a stone
Written were their names over them,
In pretty golden fonts; as if they would ever care
The smile that hid underneath your eyelids
That shone like starry sparks
The bluebells sparkle as crystals in your eyes
Gives me hope to live yet again in your spirit
The clay pots and mud rice that we made
With curries of leaves and flowers
Would indeed have tasted weird
But still do appetize our longings
The memories of those castles of sand that we made
And those glorious victories in marble games
And those sweet and sour mangoes we stole
From the aunty’s yard or the old man’s farm
Running races to hide and seeks
And those endless rhymes that we sang together
Oh childhood, I miss you so much that
Your memories perhaps will never fade or let me die
Do you even know
How anxious I had been
All these days
And all through these nights
Whilst I counted on and on;
The petals that fell off
The grains that flew off
The waves that wept off
I counted on and on,
The beats of my heart
That had fallen offbeat
In the painful heat
Just to meet you once
Once with my eyes
At least a glimpse..!
You forgot to think about yourselves
And that’s where you went wrong
Being selfless in this selfish world is pointless! 😎 lesson 📝
And a bunch of sleepless nights...
Remembering that night
When you held me tight
As if I was going to fade
In the moment or the next
As if you wanted to scream loud
To the whole world that she’s mine
Oh how you held me tight
As a maiden trophy of a toddler
And how you whispered to me
those words of wonder
And sounded as if it were the
Voice of the whole universe
Getting bored of my favourite places.
Deactivated Facebook yesterday
Next on the list is this place.
Thank you all for making my life wonderful
Don’t know if anyone would miss me,
If yes, feel free to send me a letter, I’ll receive it on email.
May be, I will come back soon
Good bless us
Good bye 👋🏼
इन तमाम दर्दों के बीच
धड़कता यह दिल बेपरवाह
आँसू टपके इन आँखों से तो
बने वो मरहम हर ज़ख़्म पे
थोड़ी सी जो ज़िंदगी बची हैं तो
सिर्फ़ उन भटकते यादों के तले
In between these hurting pains
This heart beats as if it doesn't care
Those tears fall down the eyes,
And turn into elixir to heal those wounds
If even a bit of life sustains,
It's in shelter of those wandering memories
It seemed as if nobody had entered it for ages. Torn curtains, furnitures that had started to RUST, a cot without a bed, jammed window panes, and dust PARTICLES flying all over. The place was clearly abandoned or in the worst case, haunted! She had no idea how she did reach there. The place was so strange for her to come on her own. A strong burning sensation on her feet made her remove her shoes, and check her toes. They were bruised as if somebody had dragged her through the way. A piece of her sole had broken and fell off. On a close observation, she found that her shoes were covered with a stinky muddy substance that seemed to be cow dung. Fear and disgust ran through her nerves and she v...
A decade ago it was...
I was 16, and my eleventh classes had just started. 55 of us, coming from different schools, different parts of the city, from different sects of the society. We all had just started to know each other and mingle. But this girl always stood out. Fair, tall, intelligent, confident, bold, sensitive, and girl with a lot of ambitions. She was a star in group discussions, and was clearly a leader. Within a few days, she became a teachers pet.
But the pupil in the class weren't much interested in her company. She was different. She seemed different. Her tone, her manners, her inhibitions, everything sounded a bit strange to many of us. Sometimes she was a laughing stock due ...
SKYLARKCHALLENGE 100 🎈 🎊
A HOLLOW passage of memory
Takes her on a flight to yesterdays;
On caskets of balloons so grand
With butterflies and bees singing along
To a glorious summer night,
With FLUTTERING memories around,
Brimmed with MOONLIGHT
Swiping away the soot
That time pooled upon them
Flashes of those days, those moments
Went RACING through those aged eyes
Water gushed forth through puddles and FRECKLES
upon her wrinkled, proud face
Love was all there in front of her,
Readily available anytime, was her notion
Time flew from her hands,
With its WINGS spread as wide as her dreams
Leaving her alone at the shore
Waving at her forsaken longings
Life did not w...
My pen urges me to write something
That lightens my heated soul
But those words, my ancient mates
Slip away from my paths
As if they were walking smoothly,
And I happened to them as stones and thornes in their way
Why have I become so?
Why have they broken up with me?
I had no mates more intimate than them
And still they seem not to care!
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 94
DAVID AND LILY PART 35
Slowly but patiently they dug a tunnel through which the two women carved their way towards escapade. Lily could understand that the stranger woman was surely a veteran in adventure trips since she carried many kinds of tools that helped them advance with the tunnel work. Every step ahead was raising her heartbeats since she was unsure if that was a path towards her rescue or a lifetime imprisonment. She didn't know what to do, and all she could do was to let that flow. With hundreds of questions, millions of tensions, and a heavy foot, she continued to do what she was instructed to, but then she saw the lady stopping in the middle of the way as ...
The Shore's desperations
Why do we always have to be close but far away
Why do you always have to be so mean?
Why do you come so desperately,
just to give a quick peck on my cheeks,
And drift away so soon?
Why every time?!
When your fingers shiver
And your eyes leak out
When your heart heats up
As if it tries to shout out
When your face crumble
And you feel you'd break down
When your lips refuse to move
In the tune of your soul,
You do not need a shoulder
Do not need a lap
Do not need someone else but you
You are your solace,
Your true soulmate
Your sincere eye
Your honest tongue
So whenever you feel alone,
And feel like you need someone else,
Just shut your eyes,
Your ears, your lips
And just hug yourself
And speak out to the real you
No no, you don't need anybody
Whoever you need to understand you
Is just your inner self
Talk to your self
Write to your self
Smile to your self
Embrace all ...
Right now, She is sinking
Into the black holes of solitude
Or is it the deep dungeon of grief?
Pick me up, help me ascend; She cries
But the vacuum around
Is rather deaf, still, and secluded
Those black arms that stretched out to her
Was familiar, but the intensions were strange
Her heart wanted to shout,
But her soul was tied with fear
Her eyes wanted to just sleep,
But tears never agreed to stop
Her dreams were only of barbie dolls
And building blocks till that moment
But this moment had shattered all her life
She just wanted to escape.
Ah, the footsteps that reached at last
Was not of her acquaintances
He rescued her from that filthy moment
With a terrifying a voice of death
The perfect wedding
Is there a benchmark for a perfect wedding? I don't know!
Perhaps, I didn't know when I got married.
I was a 20 year old, when he took my arms into his. It was one year more than half a decade ago. I was nervous, not of my wedding dress, or the feast. I was nervous of my life ahead. Girls are taught to change everything after marriage, at my place; and I was worried if I would have to surrender my thoughts, my opinions, my voices, my career, and my being self. I knew that my husband would be with me in every phase of life, and he wouldn't let me end up in any loss but... this is India, and family remains the super power. What if my in laws doesn't like me the way I am? Wh...
I am here,
Not having vanished to anywhere
But there is a but in between
The paper and the pen that I hold
I have things umpteen to say
But something is stuck inside
I can't speak what I wish to
I don't really get the reason
I am not tied, I am not tired
I am not shaken either
But why? What is holding me back?
If ever in those pin drop silences,
You hear my voice crying
Will you stop by, and recognise me?
If ever in those deepest of woods,
You sense my footprints 👣
Will you return and find me?
If ever in those thickest of crowds,
You sense my fragrance,
So sweaty, but unique,
Will you run back, and embrace me forever?
If ever in those abundance of choices
Of beautiful flowers in front,
Will you still pick me, for the best choice?
Those crystals falling out of her eyelids,
Were as eloquent as her irises
Sharp, clear, transparent;
A reflection of her soul purest
Mated with agony, and solitude,
They flew unrelentingly through her cheeks
Washing away those colours of pretensions
Painted over her face as deception
What were they in veracity?
Desperation? Agony? Heartbreak?
Or broken wings of her dreams vivid?
Were they her desires to embrace, and mate with her own soul