Another Day


Just another day of chaos, begins before the sunrise and ends after the sunset.

Everything is moving in it’s own pace, some too fast, some too slow, and some stand still.

Some are living the chaos and some are dying. And the worst part is emotions and dreams die more than humans do, in a great proportion.

And the day ends with so many deaths.

Over A Cold Cup Of Blood

She came in like a breez from hill top,
She came in like a ray of hope.
There was something different about her,
There was spark in her eyes,
There was magic in her finger tips.
She was like an angle form the seventh heaven.

He loved to watch her everyday,
From far away without her acknowledgement.
He loved her laughter which soothed his ears,
And her chirping voice like rhythm to his soul.

He kept stalking her everyday,
Like her unknown shadow.
He wanted to ask her out for a hot cup of coffee,
To express his feelings towards her.
He didn’t had that courage to do so,
But decided to ask her out one day for a hot cup of coffee.

Days passed, months passed, years passed,
From first to third year they reached.
But he didn’t ask her for once.
Suddenly one day he gathered a bit of courage,
And went to ask her out.
The reply came as “no” from her, so he asked her the reason for her no.

With her sparkling eyes,
She was playing tricks which he couldn’t understand.
With a cheerful smile she said,
“Let’s talk over a cold cup of blood”.
He was horrified with her reply,
And left her never to return.

Because as she said those words,
He saw her horrifying face which,
Was only visible to him.

The Cursed Scars.


With a sudden jerk he woke up, the scars on his body were aching. It was 3 a.m in the morning, he was sweating furiously. Again he saw the same nightmare.

“Don’t know why I’m I seeing it again and again”, he said to himself, “and this pain is just hell”. He went to fetch the medicine to apply on his scars to lighten the pain. 

The scars were on this chest, arms, shoulders and on back. The scars were still fresh like he got them now even though they were, one year old. They were not just any scars, they were the curse which he couldn’t get rid off. 

 Looking at mirror he can see it in his eyes, the fear, the pain. It will never leave him.

He could feel her presence around him. Her eyes still on him, and mocking at him. “She is never going to leave me”, he cried to himself.

“It’s all my fault, my selfishness brought me to what I am suffering”, with saying this he retired to bed back to his nightmare. 

Ode to My Scarf.

Ode to my scarf.

It is always around my neck,
Even though some find it heck,
It is like a glory to my neck,
It’s soft and blue with white stars.

It doesn’t mind what I wear,
Be it a shirt, t-shirt, or kurti,
It becomes trend when I wear.

It is always there like a protector,
From the burning sun,
And from freezing cold.

I don’t need a kerchief,
When I have my scarf.

I feel empty without my scarf,
It is always a pleasure,
To have it around my neck.

A Raging Soul.

Being a meek girl,
She was wandering in the dark, all alone.
With scary scars on her face,
And nightmare in her eyes.
Then people used to ignore her,
But now no one could resist their fear in her presence.
Because now she is a raging soul,
Wandering for her revenge.

21st Century.

A small summary on the things happening around us.

It’s 21st century where,

Commercial advertisements are more entertaining than, movies, serials and reality shows.

Clicking photographs of food for social status is more important than eating them.

Posting the moments for likes on social sites is more important than enjoying them.

Having a short before meal has become important than thanking for the food.

Using slang words is found to be more cooler than using kind words.

Brother/Sister form another mother is more valued than brother/sister form same mother.

Smiles are more genuine in selfies than in real time.

Fake things are more believe than real things.

Machines and devices are more valuable than human life.

Life has become more sarcastic than generous.

Pride has overtaken gratitude.

We are walking from humanity towards inhumanity.

A Walk Along The Horizon.

It is just my imagination. 

I took a walk along the horizon,
Where sky meets the earth,
To see the magic of nature,
It was a long uneven walk.

I felt heaven in their meet,
It was chaotic yet peaceful,
It was agitating yet soothing,
It was cold yet had the warmth,
It was ambiguous yet it gave the clearance.

I never wanted to return from the walk,
I was carving to melt in it’s concoction,
Even after knowing it is all my falsification.

A Chaotic Commotion 

I was sitting still on my terrace in a gloomy night, watching the chaotic commotion on the raod. 

I wonder, from where they came and where they go, what they think, what they feel and what they do. I wished to know it all.

I wonder what does it feel like, to travel along their path in their shoe. Is it painful or is it beautiful. 

For all I only know is, what I feel, what I do and what I think. This is the only thing, I think when I look at them.

Even though we are same in structure but we are all are different, and not connected in any form. Just assuming that we are connected with some materialised fabrics and frequencies.

But the actual connection lies within our heart and mind. And we humans have forgotten this connection long ago, may be when some revolution took place.

So much of hustle and so much bustle. I wonder, why are they in a rush.
From where they came and where they go that’s the only thing they know.

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