It's been a couple of months And I still can't believe you are never coming back I wait for the door to open And see you rush in Calling out lovingly to our son Reassuring me that everything would be fine But I know it wouldn't And I know I have to go on With nothing but your memories Time had written for our journey to be till here And fate decided to snatch you away So I am left with your gentle voice Your loving touch, your grace Your smile, your liveliness You, who loved me more than I knew one could You, who accepted me as I was You, who saw the best in me You, who thought the world of me You, who got my loved ones loving you more than they loved me You, who brought to me the greatest gift of all - our son - And that too on our anniversary You, who made my life complete And as I start to live this fragmented life now, Clutching the hands of our little son I promise you this - I will make sure That our son knows the beautiful soul that his mother was I will bring him up the way you wanted to And I will live how we wanted to I will celebrate every moment because you would have wanted to But please forgive me if I do it sometimes with a tear in my eye Because even if you are not here, my love You will always remain alive in my heart And I will always love you, with all I've got...
you feel out of place out of tune as if you've fallen through the wrong cracks to end up in a home that belongs to someone else.
like a word that doesn't quite rhyme; but sits in the middle of a story that everyone skips to read the ending. misplaced by a writer who was in a rush.
a little lonely in the crowded room a little claustrophobic in an empty one you feel out of place.
the fan creaks from the ceiling as the sun burns through the summer days.
you miss the rain, not the kinda one every poet romanticize about these days. but the wild ones that they don't write about, the ones that drown the empty streets with the heavy falls, the ones that drown you to the depths. you miss the chaos.
days are poignant, you stare at the crossroads that lead to more crossroads in a sadistic loop. you feel out of place like a mouse that runs through a maze.
all the songs that made sense once don't feel the same anymore. so, you press next till you fall asleep. like love, you feel out of tune.
maybe it's certain words that everyone ever cared about. never about the one that died in between. the one that never belonged.
Every trampled brown leaf has a green story to tell, Every cloud has casted the sky in its moving spell, The little wet twig carries the stories of a fancy stream, The yellow pages attempts to capture your small dream ;
The bird with young wings will fly high someday, The train comes late but there is a joy in delay, Your journey is old enough to teach you something new, Experience is not satisfying If you don't make mistakes a few;
The tallest tree in the wood has the harshest roots, The tempting orange tree has wild poisonous fruits, The eyes of the beast knows the taste of blood, The lotus blooms lovely in the trapped world of mud;
The stars were born violently, The galaxies are victims of chaos, The black holes are nothing just rebels without a cause, The comets are long lost friend who will return oneday in sublime, There is a tale to everything written with the ink of time.
I feel the flame within, The warm embers of my heart, Once kindled, Cinder to ashes, My soul rises like a phoenix, Burning desire, To accomplish my heart’s passion.
Desire ablaze to uplift, My children from the Burning debts of poverty, A light ignited to join the flare of humanity, Embers of love, To heal the burns of inequality, Enlightening mind, To heal the hands of disability.
The embers glow inside my heart, Burning flames I call my soul.
They told her, 'You need a degree to be happy.' They told her, 'You need a job to be happy.' They told her, 'You need a house to be happy.' They told her, 'You need a car to be happy.' They told her, 'You need to be married to be happy.'
Sick and tired, She runs away on the weekends. Lazing by the river, Laying on the wet grass, Reading her favourite book, Basking in the sun, Following the waddling ducks, Hearing kids playing in the park, Observing the skyline from a distance, Watching the planes fly by, And making funny shapes out of the clouds.
Those days, She feels free from this materialistic world. Those days, She doesn't get time to look at her phone. Those days, She feels so good to be alive. Those days, She breathes a little more. Those days, She smiles a little more.