Poem: Nights

Nights are often
Deceiving,
As sleeps betray
The broken soul...

Poem: Dark

Dark was her taste,
Dresses or chocolates,
That she chose,
Only dark made her complete,
She would feel,
Light had betrayed,
As she hold the diminishing candle,
Loved the darkness,
For it was where,
He had left her forever...

Poem

I was in a dilemma,
When I tried to judge?
Who was better?
The arrogant me,
Who never accepted failures
And achieved all her goals
Or, the matured me
Who tasted the flavor of failure
Yet accepted the life with every challenge
I was in a dilemma,
Whom to choose?
And finally I walked
With a blend of two...

Poetry: Let me free

Let me free,
O beloved
From your thoughts,
That holds me back.
Let me free,
O beloved
From the memories,
That sting me
Days and nights.
Let me free,
O beloved
From the cage,
Of love,
Let me fly,
O beloved
Into an unknown destination...

Poetry: Nights

Nights are often magical,
For her
As she stitches her love story;
With colours of hope...
And the moon and the stars
Witness the empathy,
Of her one sided love... 

Poem: Before I was born

Before I was born,
I presumed
The family of four,
Was happy,
For they had no worries...
Two boys and their parents
Complete the family...
Before I was born,
I presumed
The parents hardly care
Of rape and molestation,
Before I was born,
Their world was beautiful...
But suddenly all changed, all changed
When I stepped into
Their world
Wrapped in a packet
Of tension and worries...

Poetry: Save me, Lord

Save me
O Lord,
From drowning
In self pity;
Save me
O Lord,
From falling apart
In pieces;
Save me
O Lord,
From the thoughts
Of failure,
That haunt me
In dark nights.
Save me
O Lord,
From being lost
In the land-
Of no where,
Save me
O Lord,
Save me...

Poem: How I remember you

I remember you like
The smell of wet soil,
When rain kisses,
After a long denial
I remember you like
That cool breeze,
Which passes by
A traveller,
In the middle of a desert.
I remember you like
The bud that blooms
When Sun rays fall.
I remember you like
The water droplets
That lay scattered
On a windowsill,
On a foggy day...
I remember you like
The mirror
That tells me
Of your presence
Every time I look
At the mirror...

Poem: O beloved, Will you?

O beloved,
Will you come?
To see me
On my death bed
O beloved
Will you?
Or, unlike that day
Will you walk away?
Leaving me alone
O beloved
Will you come?
To bid me farewell
O beloved
Will you come?
And for one last time
Will you?
Hug me
O beloved,
Will you?
Will you keep that last wish?
O beloved,
Will you?

Secrets

She knew many secrets, 

Of her friends,

Of her acquaintances,

Of her siblings,

But her secrets,

Remained secrets...

For she had none, 

Whom she could trust,

With her secrets... 

Anecdote

"Will I be ever able to design my life?" a young girl thought
The years rolled by, she did not get the answer.
And on her death bed, she finally understood the concept.
She was born to design the life of others and not hers.

Poetry: O beloved

Tell me,

O beloved

How to forget you?

Tell me,

O beloved

How to wipe those tears?

That never stops,

When your memories-

Knock at my door.

Tell me,

O beloved

How to smile?

Tell me,

Just tell me,

O beloved

How to be alive again?

Poetry: Memories

I keep on turning sides,
But sleep refuses to come by my side,
I try to keep aside,
But your memories drag me inside-
The ocean of thoughts,
And the tide
Of betrayal,
Swings and subsides-
Deep within the heart...

Very Short Story

One after another thing were thrown out of the gate; clothes, cosmetics, shoes and idol of gods nothing were shown mercy.
And finally it was her turn. She too was forcibly thrown like her belongings.
As she gathered her things, the words of her warden rang in her ears, "This is not a brothel, it's my house. You have no place amongst us. You are like parasites which slowly and slowly gulp the society."
Tears ran down her cheeks. She looked above her head. Her heart screamed, "This society made me, characterised me and gave me a new identity. My new identity separate me from the whole world. They call me 'a call girl.' And I'm prone to judgement harshly."