Bleeding Tears

You cry, when you are hurt

It is same with others

When you hurt someone

You might not know, the depth of their wounds

That you inflicted upon their hearts

As you are kept away, from those grief

As they believe,

You won’t be able to understand it

They just wish a piece of mercy from you

Some moments of peace away from you

It’s not due to any hatred

They just wish for some calmer times

Not to be hurt furthermore

As they prefer to cry in the loneliness

Without letting, anyone see their tears

Sometimes, excessive tears can induce bleeding

Through the nose without any warning

The more they love you

The tears will be harder to stop

As they don’t expect you to hurt so bad

Unlike others

They panic to control the blood and tears

Yet without any anger or ill feelings

It’s cruel not to see the depth of that love

Be it friendship or any relation

You don’t have any right to hurt anyone

Even if they have hurt you once in past

Even if you don’t care

At least can spare them with their plight

If you care, apologize from heart

All those tears will melt down into relief

As you are someone with high esteem in their heart

Control your anger when you are with your beloved

Your words have power to heal or hurt

Measure it with precision to constrain

As even, you don’t wish to cause anyone to bleed

Unintentional, yet if someone bleeds with tears

Care them and make them feel better

And never make them cry again

Tears are dangerous than you think

There is no point in loving from heart

If you can’t show it when it matters

Sometimes words are enough to console

Spare some words and use the better ones  

Rather than cussing, just tell with calmness

What you feel, they will understand

If you wish their happiness

Never let them cry with your words

Cos tears bleeds sometimes

It’s painful than you can imagine 

Some times i find hard to control anger.Only later i realise that,ive hurt someone when i was angry.Well,unintentional rants can land someone in trouble with tears,Experience taught me this lesson.

Time

I wish to cease the time 

So that i could save some 

As it is running so fast

Leaving me desperate to catch

Some breath in between my quests 

This poem derived from my feeling that 24 hours isn't enough to complete the tasks on a given day.I am lazy enough,but strive to do a lot,reaching nowhere. Yeah, i would love some planet where there are more than 24 hrs available in day.Lol.

Rainbow Prince

Rainbow Prince

He is pretty and witty

 A perfect secret soul mate

He lives in her diaries and heart

Someone she calls her own

He travels with her all day

And rests in her words at night

He fills her dreams with magic

He grew with her words over the years

A bonding untold

He knows her teenage dreams

He knows her ambitions

He is her boyfriend

Whom she makes jealous

She looks up to him to wipe her tears

She looks up to him to hug her joys

She lives a life with a life with him

Far away from the eyes of people around her

He sits beside her until she catches sound sleep

She tells him everything happened on that day

 He is her warrior who fights for her anger

She tries to find him in those pretty faces

That catches her attention

He is her ideal man

But she knows, nobody can be like him

He is her confidante to store her secrets

He never hurts her, just loves her

She prefer this prince over all flirts

 Cos they look for only fun

They don’t have time for her feelings

This is her perfect fairytale love story

That keeps her going in her loneliness

There is no place for heartbreaks

As she fights and patches up everyday

A routine she loves to follow

She has obligations to meet

Can’t hurt anyone,

He taught her what love is  

Gave her courage to face life

He lets her enjoy life to the fullest

Finding happiness in whatever she do

Someday a man will come to take her away

But, she will take her rainbow prince with her

She will try to assimilate him in her man

A tough task, but it’s a wish

This poem is about a secret imaginary lover of my friend.There might be million rainbow princes living in hearts of millions of girls.  

A never-ending wait

Sitting in the verandah

A dad was in thoughts

A dilapidated cycle hung from the roof

A reminiscent of a colorful past

It’s three years

Since his son got nabbed

Still got the hope of his return soon

Police nabbed him as a suspected rebel

In the eyes of rebels

He was an informer

Caught in between two warring fronts

Like him, many poor people are struggling

Living in fear

Suspected

No justice

No help towards freedom

Death or life at somebody’s mercy

Join a front

It’s a risk

Cos informers are deep-rooted within village

A life without peace or aim

Survival is the only dream

But that dream soured

As the son finally got released

Rebels took their turn to nab him

Charged him with crime of informing

Executed without mercy

I wonder what sort of revolution is this!

They fight for the so-called poor

They terrorize the same poor

They kill the same poor mercilessly

What crime did those poor people commit?

No one has answer

In few days that dad will know

That his son won’t come back ever

He lived with one hope until now

Return of his beloved son

Who will answer for his broken dreams?

Can anyone give him back the soul?

That he took care for so many years

Now he face the lonely old age without support

Those who can’t see the pain of a dad

They can’t be humans

They are just butchers of innocent people

For their selfish glory

This poem is about a real life incident.There are many families in that part of the world who are facing this situation,caught in between rebels and authorities.Suspected by both parties,and they pay the price for being innocent.

A day for yourself

Take a break from your anger

Take a break from your tensions

Take a break from your tears

Take a break from your regrets

Take a break from your dreams

Give yourself a day for peace

Go out and spread all your love

Shower all your care

Fly yourself in a world of freedom

Give compliments to the ones closer to you

Tell you mother and sisters

That they are beautiful

Tell your girl friends that they are sexy

Tell your brothers and friends

That they are handsome

Go out and spread the love

Let others know how much they mean to you

Make them feel wanted

As they makes up your world

In sorrows and joy alike

Have a great, peaceful day

Keep sometime for yourself

To rest and rejuvenate

As the marathon of life keeps going on

And you are just a runner

Trying to cross the finishing line

But the finishing line keeps moving away

As you reach near it

No one can sit back and live in glorious past

Cos tomorrow is a new day

With new tasks to finish and new glories to achieve

This poem is derived from the message sent by my friend July.

Butterflies garden

I started walking in the morning

To see the fog and breathe the fresh air

I climbed a lonesome hill hugged by clouds

I wanted to join them at the top

I saw many happy faces trekking down

Laughing and smiling as if life is full of joy

I wondered why I could not walk like them!

Without worries about an uncertain future

Without the thoughts about a painful past

Without the fear of
the tasks, I’ve to complete

Along the road, I saw a diversion

I stood for a while

I looked at the summit

Where my favorite clouds are waiting for me

With my seat on that sculptured rock unoccupied

I am eager to reach the summit

Before someone else, occupy my kingdom

But I was tempted by the scenery

Of an unknown, haunting path

Fully covered by overgrown grasses

But I saw the intention mark of tyres

Suggesting that someone recently traveled

Through that path

The trees had a weary look with no leaves

I saw the golden leaves scattered all around

I wondered, why I didn’t notice this path before?

I’ve climbed this hill so many times

I decided to see what’s there inside that beautiful wood

Though, I feared the presence of snakes and other reptiles

I walked through the path by following the tyre marks

As I kept moving, the sun started shining more

I saw some warehouses

But there was no one around

I was eager to go farther to see what is there

I saw the blue sky through a vast opening

As the trees ceased to exist

I saw a beautiful valley and a lake

The valley looked splendid with the array of roses

A vast area divided into sectors

Housing red, blue, white, yellow

And countless other types of roses

As I reached amidst the roses

I saw a jeep parked on the lakefront

An old man was sailing slowly in his boat

I think it was the gardener

As I looked around, I was stunned

At first glance, it looked like the rain of golden leaves

As I watched carefully, I realized

It’s a flock of Colourful butterflies, each a masterpiece

Flew down from the hill and took their fiefdoms

Each rose for a butterfly, peacefully closed their wings

Sipped the honey with pleasure

And then flapped their wings and flew up

Moving towards other roses

They resembled the migratory birds that travel in groups

With some butterflies, sticking in smaller groups

And enjoying lighter moments

I looked at the art patterns in their wings

Any painter will be proud of it to paint

These butterflies were enjoying their freedom

Flying with happiness as if nothing else matters

It looked as if a colony of butterflies

And I was like an intruder, but well welcomed

As some butterflies came and sat on me

As more and more of them kept coming

I chose to say goodbye to them and walked back

As I tracked back through that road

I noticed the humps of leaves spread across

The land beneath the trees

Those leaves were bed for thousands of butterflies

They left their bodies behind in this heaven

Their souls are still flying around

Don’t know where they are from

But they came here to their own paradise

A place to celebrate their short life

To enjoy and bid adieu to this world 

This poem is inspired by a video I saw on tv, which showed millions of butterflies traveling to a place together. The pictures are taken by drz and Stergo .

Messenger of Hope

There are phases in life

Where the smiles beckons you

Luck evades your path for long

Everything goes against your wishes

No plans take off for redemption

Feeling of despair overwhelms

Thoughts of failures loom large

Your hearts sinks into unruly depression

You wish for a helping hand

You pray harder for better luck

Waits for change in fortune

With seamless draining of tears in agony

There was need for money for Dave

Already slumped in depths of debts

With no one to approach for help

He sat with exasperation, with no hope

For all the help he did for others

At the time of distress, he did get back

Surprisingly, from the quarters he never expected

Cos god never leaves one to struggle for long

From nowhere he came

Someone who pave the way

To the shore of security

Someone with the words

Transforms the mentality

May be a stranger or friend

Send by god for changing destiny

“That’s the messenger of hope”

When he felt, there is no road ahead again

Sat on the bridge to jump into river

Passer by asked him, why are you doing so?

Dave said, I’ve no hopes left in life to live

Stranger said, son you came this far

You battled hard against the odds

May be your luck is just some steps away

Don’t faze, just give it a try, don’t give up

Dave walked back to life

Worked harder than ever before

Even when things went wrong, he kept his cool

Eventually he succeeded in his quest

He remembered that person

Who came from nowhere!

This life has lot to offer

You never know, what lies ahead

Just hang on in there

Cos for every downfall, there is a rise

For every struggle, there is a day of joy ahead

Some one will come to your life, to change destiny

That’s messenger of hope”

This is a poem inspired from a true incident told by a middle aged person,whom i met on a queue.I was about to return in disappointment,and he told this incident and asked me to go and see what is  in store for me.Luck or coincidence,i got my stuff sorted out that day.

Love

Love isn’t a sin, love isn’t a crime

There is no need to run away from it

Love is like a wind, it just flows into the heart

No matter, how much you try to avoid it

six feet under

Falling leaves

Crazy idaft

Fumble

Monsoon, Mosquitios, and World cup

World cup Opener

Under the bright sunshine

The dancers put up a spectacle

With singers trying to spread

The spirit of Africa

It is a historic day for a big continent

Hosting the world cup for first time

Showcasing the arrival of a new giants

The massive soccer city stadium

Stunned me as it looked massive

On par with top football stadiums

Gun ‘n’ tears

We are living in a jungle of guns

We don’t know who have it with them

Everything looks peaceful

Once in a while

We hear that someone went crazy

With a gun

Shooting down innocent people

Who were just walking down the street

Or living on with their daily routines

In colleges, schools or some public space

We go out with a belief

That we will return home safe

We can’t predict a vehicle hitting us over

Just like that, there’s no guarantee

That we will be safe from guns

Lawmakers provide the liberty to all

To own guns for their safety

I wonder if everyone who owns guns

Really have any kind of threat

How can anyone justify themselves

After Shying away the responsibility

Authorities gave guns and ammunitions

To the revolting rebels

To unstablize various nations

Later they grew up as terror monsters

Attacking the old friends and old enemies alike

With no mercy

Authorities closed eyes on gangs

They closed eyes on illegal trades

Now they have huge reserve of arms

Enough to engage in fights with even armies

Pirates, Maoists, religious armies  

Ethnic miltants, you name anything

They all got guns to shoot down innocent people

Guns shoots bullets

Piercing through the body

And takes away the lives

But bullets don’t know

That it is killing anyone

It’s a dead metal born to kill

And to bring tears from countless eyes

No words or rewards could ever wipe out

Those tears from those eyes

Even after years goes by

Loss of beloved ones through bullets

That’s very tough on growing up children

Having to face an uncertain future

Can anyone explain why they need guns?

Just as they have right to live

We have same rights to live

Nobody has the right to take away

A valuable life

Nobody has the power to heal the tears

Then why they shoot those bullets

Those who lose their breadwinners

 Struggle to make the ends

Their tears never end

As they try to repair their lives

The loss to a bullet will haunt them

Helpless to do anything

Some may take revenge with bullets

But that keeps the cycle of guns and tears

Running endlessly with vengeance

Somebody has to stop it someday

That day might not come

But we can hope

As i watch more and more visuals of gun battles and loss of lives,it just makes me sad as i've seen death in front of me .

Fire Walk

A pit in the premises of a temple

Filled with red hot charcoal

Resembling the molten lava

A crowd waiting eagerly

With their souls dedicated to prayers

An aura of spirituality fumed in air

In the darkness of late night

They are all awake in anticipation

Even the stars and moon watched

With curiosity

As the priest blessed the chosen ones

Dressed in the holy colors

Totally immersed in devotion

The spirit of the crowd rose

The chants of applause

Cheered up the chosen ones

They had their eyes on that pit

It shined and lured

Them like expensive jewelry

They took bunch of neem leaves

In their hands

And lined up to walk over that hot bed

Nobody had the fear of burn

Only one thing in mind

Pure dedication to the task

To show their affection to the god

One by one they walked

They didn’t run

They didn’t cry

Even when it seemed like burning

They walked and returned for more

The chants of devotion reached new highs

As prayers conquered the whole area

As they felt the presence of ultimate energy

At the end of the ritual

They applied holy ash on their legs

And rested in tranquility

With a sense of satisfaction

About fulfilling the pledge

Taken during some tough times

That they will do this if they succeed

This is just a return of favor

From heart to please almighty

There may be skeptical onlookers

Who question the logic

But ,some times

Belief ,Customs and experiences

Can stand tall as solemn truth

Defying all logics

Fire walk

It’s a divine walk

To defeat the fear

To defeat the sins

To embrace the goodness

To embrace the god

As a true devotee

I was inspired by the devotion of many people who walked over the fire pits during special festivals in certain temples. 

Choice

At every juncture

Life gives choices

Different paths to chose

In different directions

It gives no guarantees

But Just hope

May show footprints

Of those who travelled through those paths

But no real tips

As through same paths

Two individuals may embrace

Entirely extreme outcomes

So it’s down to oneself

To judge the choice

One path can lead to glory

One path can lead to gloom

One path may be safe and trusted

But may offer limited returns

One path may be too risky

But many have made it big

Going through that path

Many succumbed to the pit hole

Some paths are unknown

Waiting to be discovered

Waiting to be tamed

To create history

It’s adventurous but offers only uncertainty

A lifetime decision is on the line

Whether to choose a safe path

Whether to choose high-risk path

Whether to choose an unknown path

We all face this throughout our life

We get it right sometime

To clinch success and happiness

We get it wrong sometime

To fall in the line of regret and tears

But life goes on

Every day we have to choose

And rest of the days depends on that choice

We can’t freeze our life

If we stand to think

Time moves on and the opportunity

We may not get another one

But sometimes

Its all about two choice

Whether to choose something we love to do

Or to choose something that will give lot of money

When we do things, we dreamt to do

We find satisfaction

Even if we have to sacrifice

Things we do out of compulsion is mechanical

But it can give secured feeling

Even access to brighter new world

Different to what we ever imagined

When time is a constraint

When our decision affects many others

It has to be perfect

We can’t be selfish

If we choose to be daring

We shouldn’t turn back at the middle

We can’t jeopardize others dreams

We have to stick with it to the end

Giving the best and hoping for the best

If we are unsure

It’s time to be practical

It’s the time to rise above

Emotions and sentiments

It’s the time to show the courage

To choose what suits everyone

Without any regrets

As years later

We might come across a point

Where we turn and glance at past

We might say we could have done different

But still, every choice is a risk

But we can’t run away from taking it

As if we don’t

Some other will choose our destiny

That will be painful

As it’s beyond us to do anything to change it

So when we have the choices

We should choose the one that suits us the best

Not the one to appease anyone

Not the one to emulate someone

Those who dared to choose

Always found happiness

Those who chocked to choose

Always found regrets

Life is a journey of choices

And we have to keep choosing

Until this journey is over for good

Delightful Nap

Afternoon blues was in the air

A relief of sunshine

After so many rainy days

I was travelling with my friend

On his bike

As we reached a traffic point

While waiting for the green signal

I turned aside and watched

An abandoned nameless memorial

With rectangular base

And reducing height towards top

It was built on spacious median

That was amidst a series of roads

In different directions

The outer brick basement was dilapidated

The grass on its premises were over grown

But the monument was in good condition

Standing tall with a question mark

Do you know why I am standing here?

I wonder if civic authorities have an answer

But it’s a nice little asylum for a dog couple

They were lying on parallel sides

They were in deep slumber

The noises of the vehicles didn’t deter them

Not even the scorching heat of sunny day

Deterred them from a well deserved rest

After their tough efforts to feed themselves

In a busy part of the city

I guess, they had their food somehow

It’s not an easy life for stray dogs in a city

They face the dangers of speeding vehicles

They face the wrath of angry Samaritans

They face the ire of shop owners or securities

But there might be someone helping them

With kindness

Still, it’s a daunting task to survive

Feeding on the dumped waste foods

But looking at their faces

I found the peace and happiness they share

They don’t have puppies

Totally isolated from group of dogs

That I found some kilometers back

They are made for each other

Facing life together with one heart

I felt jealous at those dogs

As we keep running during whole of the day

To get many things done and to earn

But we don’t have the time

To enjoy a delightful nap in the afternoon

We don’t have any peace

To rest with satisfaction

As we can’t rest in laurels

More targets to achieve less time to spend

We have to keep running

I wished that all of us could afford

A peaceful nap in afternoons

As we ride away to our next destination

Once the green signal flashed

Walk

When life becomes a cruel joke

Learn to laugh at it from heart

You can’t catch those lost things

With your craving hands again

You can see them vanishing

In the depths of moving time

You can wait, if you wish

But you know, its beyond you

Try to walk without turning back

Through a new way towards eternity

 From where you stand right now 

Buried Alive

She dreamed like a bird

She smiled like an angel

She thought like a revolutionary

She didn’t lead a revolt

She just befriended a guy

Her teenage heart didn’t see

Anything wrong to talk to a guy

As he was her own classmate

She found the happiness

In a thing her society wrote off as sin

For ages

She never knew

That she must pay a big price

For her innocent mistake

She only saw the bright colors

That life offered to her

But others never tried to see the same

As their eyes were blinded

With the iron curtain of myth

They believe

Men can marry many women

But its sin for women to talk

To unrelated men

They shouldn’t go alone anywhere

They should cover even their eyes

With the golden linen of silence

Showing respect to tradition

They should remain

Within the high walls of forts

Without dreaming any sort of freedom

She just wished to talk

She just wished to mingle

With those who felt as friends

But ,in the name of tradition

In the name of pride of family

Nobody listened to her tears

Nobody listened to her prayers

To let her live

To let her see this world for some more days

Without any support

Her fragile body couldn’t break free

From the chains of power

That simply dumped her in a trench

As she cried out loud for help

Nobody in this world heard it

As they shoveled down lumps of soil

To cover the trench

She glanced at the sky with tearful eyes

She couldn’t move as her legs are stuck

She couldn’t move her hands

As soil covered it totally

Remnants of soil covered her hair

And that beautiful face

Gasping for miracle

She begged for final time

God taught them to show mercy

Nobody dared to show mercy to her

As they shoveled more soil

On to her final moments in this world

The blue sky and colors vanished for her

As soil darkened her vision

And later it disconnected her life

From this cruel world

Granting her the freedom

To explore heaven

She wished to explore earth, though

Buried alive-her dreams

Buried alive-her tears

Buried alive-her world

But they couldn’t bury her soul

She will fly all across this world

To inspire women to dream

To break free themselves from the walls

To throw away the linens of silence

To demand their right to live free

One day

I was deeply moved by an incident that happened in this beautiful earth and that prompted me to write this.