Song of Myself

Too many voices but I can’t hear a thing
Bcoz you are down town and I am on the Hills
you are always the talker but I never frowned
bcoz now I know rhythm of my song

I am Falling

My wings were so bad
all rusted and torn
from anger and hate
to arrogance and scorn
They wouldn't even flap
being so out of repair
but the thing that hurt most is you never cared…
It’s Hard to fly with
these broken wings
I am screaming your name
catch me I am falling….
My heart is bleeding
and it won’t survive for long
the skin on me is burning
by the fires of the outrage flare
and I am falling….
With arms stretched out
Crying out to you
hoping you’ll hear my plea
wondering what I did to evoke such wrath upon me
crying loudly and I am falling….
Crashing to the ground my body crumpled in pain
My wings broken and bleeding
My mind going insane
With my last breath I whisper your name
Hurray I am Falling…..

Wet Pillow!!

She can count the restless days
And the nights of wet pillow,
With closed eyes, but awaken ,
She pretended to be so sleepy.
And in the middle of those dark nights,
She used to wake up puzzled and lost,
Breathlessly, She used to search her phone
Hoping for text or call from someone
When she regain her consciousness
She was alone with her wet pillow
Tomorrow She’ll became free
Like a white dove flying in the blue sky
everyone looked up to see her
And they saw how beautiful you were!
She did everything to get some “Love”
All she get more humiliation in return
What will She do with these feelings
That are trapped so deep inside
That fill her inner “Soul”
Possessed by the your ruthless words
What will She do with her honesty
With faith and all her believes
When all that’s left is an emptiness
And a soul that’s truly grieved.
I suppose that’s what “She” faces at night
“Holding a pillow wet with tears.”

The Secret Wooden Box

Today I crammed away a part of my soul
As the tears once more time begin to unfold
Of yesterday's memories, stolen from
Surrounds me like a fascinating storm
Images of a life that could not be
Forced me once again, to set them free
With bits and pieces my soul
For nothing is left to hold on to
I try to stand tall and just get through
Starring at cluster of memories
We all went through
Or the places where we use to escape
The slighted mention of same
Sends chills through me still the same
Precious treasures of our time together
Now hidden away and stored forever
I remember how you we whispered in the class
Memories of sorrow, laughter and love
Conscience of whispers gone in the night
Histories ill will fate sometime
Rating the days of splendor as things not to forget
Rating days of monotony as times i soon will lament
As i ask the questions of life's mysteries down on my aching knees
Life goes on as tomorrow creeps it's way into present
I know that in due time deity will make for me a way
Regret, confusion, misery has no place inside of my space
I choose to live for the now and to keep a smile everlasting on my face.
Once again I had to pack away
In a secret wooden box, my spirit today