Shade of Darkness

Darkness, a shade of unknown fear,

which blinds the vision, in a way.

It prompts eyes to seek rays of light

To find the lost path and direction

Without maps of emotions

To get to a secured shelter

Darkness is the colorful pain

In the eyes of a blind

The only color that makes up a huge world

A color that reminds the presence of

A brighter world that is beyond them

It befriended the colorless noise

To guide through a strange world

Built with dreams and passion

But kept alive with the means of sinful desire

To make it bigger for comfort, not for peace

A place, not meant for those who struggle

It’s a big damn world of brightness

Where even the ones with bright eyes

Wander in its wilderness in search of hope

Darkness is an endless void that fills heart

When love cease to rise from depths

Of the solemn soul

As it lost its wings in the fury of fate

Charred into ashes of peace

Destined to embrace the freedom of heaven

Away from the world of hatred

Just as this bright day, the dark night also fascinates me with its treasure of mysteries to explore,and i am just trying to unearth some.

My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

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Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.

A bridge

A bridge is all they need

As an year ago

They saw young lives drowning

To depths of that river bed

On a fierce rainy day

As their boat capsized

As it carried more people than

It could afford to

This path is the shortest one

To get to the school

So students take risk

Crossing the river on boats

Than travelling long distances

Even as parents fear about another tragedy

With the monsoon raising water level

As usual in this river

A bridge remains a dream

As politicians have time only to talk

They can’t see the plight of people

Even after numerous lives were lost

I couldn't resist writing on this,when i saw students crossing a furious chaliar river on country boats.Only an year ago some students lose their lives in that river. Hope that someday they will get a bridge for safer journey.

Love to friendship

Hardest thing in this world is

 To be the friend of your love

When you know he is

 Someone else's life

It’s hard to control emotions

As Old Memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

Every time when you see him

Heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

Still you are there in his heart

 He wanna care you like before

 But from a distance

As a loving friend

This poem is written for a friend,some what in tandem with her tune.