A Mother’s Heart

O dear son of mine,
I’m your mother & you’re my child,                                           
From the day of your birth,
To the one today,
I love you more than I could ever say,

I’ve nurtured you from my blood,
And felt you grow inside,
I was your first friend,
Who could see emotions in your eyes,
And guide you through the virtue & vice,

Now you’re a young man,
An independent being,
And I’ve grown old,
Too old for you to keep,
Your apathy makes me cower & weep,

Still I love you,
For you’re an indispensable part of me,
Looking through the inanimate window,
I wish a day to come,
You’ll walk through that door & take me HOME


​Letters and words, 
So near yet so far, 
Whispering to the bleeding heart, 
Indifferent as you are, 
Swaying past your smile, 
I understood what it was , 
Days are different,
And we have drifted apart.

A Daughter’s Dream

In arms of her father,
Surrounded by love,
She blossomed into a beauty,
A prized possession of her brother,
The one he handled with utmost care,

A childhood fantasy,
A sought after reality,
For which she waited long,
The man of her dreams,
Was finally there,

In that white dress,
She looked immaculate,
It was her day,
She’ll never forget that date,
Saying ‘I Do’,

Her glittering smile,
Poured out the joy contained,
Drops of pearl came out,
Oyster of excitement made it priceless,
And froze the epoch in animation,

In golden words were written,
The new chapter of her life,
Filled with love and hope,
She scaled the mountain of bliss,
Unbounded & unbridled were the emotions,

It started to Dawn,
A new day in new life,
She was now someone’s wife,
Drenched in love,
Every moment was ecstatic,

Days kept on passing ,
Hands of the clock,
Their merciless ticking,
Smothered her smile,
Burnt down her castle of joy,

Her saviour, her lover,
Eventually got bored of her,
Love got lost in the unfair transition,
In his own delirium & intoxication,
He was the devil she always feared,

He is drunk again,
Having one too many,
Abusing and choking,
Her neck is starting to chafe,
Thought with him she was safe,

Forcing himself on her,
She screams I ain’t a whore,
Holding by her hair,
He rebuffs with a grin,
Saying you are ‘Nothing More’,

From physical abuse,
To mental torture,
The crescendo of her grief,
Got stifled within,
Fading in muffled cries and silent tears,

She is now reluctant to sleep,
For she’s afraid of dreams,
The only one she nurtured,
Is now painful,
Too painful to live,

In a pool of blood she sat,
Tears leaving marooned trails,
Coming from puffy blackened eyes,
To end the pain she never sought,
Eventually took the easiest way out,

Gone are the dark spots,
And she’s beautiful again, 
But now in all black ,
With eyes shut,
Laying in that casket,

Wiping away the grief,
Her daughter solemnly swears,
To live in the harsh truth,
Unlike her mother’s dream,
Who died silently without scream.

Wonted Steps

The shimmering light of street lamps,
Pierce & tear away the darkness,
The essence of this time,
Cry out my name,
Perambulating & pondering,
Striding into the obscurity of night,
I sneer past every shadow,
From hookers to homeless,
And beggars to bankers,
From a Prince to his princess,
To the famous and the destitute,
They all come and go,
Leaving behind their footprints,
Some fade away,
While some remain,
Resonating in a world so inane,
I take the elusive walk,
With a hope to leave the mark,
But my wonted steps,
Are too trite to differ,
Slowly they get diffused,
And lost in the haze.

We Are What We Are

Oh thee lord of mine,
What have you made of me,
A mere puppet of time,
Dancing to it’s malevolent tune,
An unruly malignant malice,
What’s this skin I wear,
Callous & deceptive,
A heart to perceive,
And eyes to see,
But what good are they,
If they never render peace,
Angels of commotion,
Is what they are,
Enraging the void of discontent,
Rupturing and shattering,
Orchestrating a wrecking havoc,
The fractious sense of emotions,
Rises from thin air,
Instilling the obnoxious humanity,
Coercing to care,
But caring has it’s own rewards,
Packed in alluring ribbons,
Underneath the bubble wrap,
There lays the enthralling trap,
Leaving you in pain & scarred,
Forcing to scream in silence,
In that fleeting moment,
You realise it is immature,
You can only run,
And never outrun,
But we are what we are,
For a ray of hope,
Keeping doors ajar.

The Debt

A vicious tide of memories,
Swept away sand castles built on hope,
And brought about new worries,
That proved too strong to ignore,

The ones tucked away,
Somewhere deep into the abyss,
Came back to say,
A haunting tale of yesterday,

Indeed it wasn’t strong,
But good enough,
Dismissing the steps taken all along,
Indefinable & indelible thoughts,

Tonight just mend your way,
Even miniscule of act,
Let it be a disparate day,
Some sort of newfangled pact,

There lies some dark days,
Indeed the ones you hate,
An abhorrent debt that everyone pays,
A tradition you can’t escape.

Fate & Serendipity

The shiny silhouette
Of an immaculate figure
Laying next to me
Her bare back is all I could see
Caressing the smooth skin
Could feel the goosebumps sink in
Those effervescent eyes of her
Froze the epoch in eternal animation
Her erogenous smile
Killed every bit of sanity concealed
My surreptitious virility
Cajoled to serenity
The intriguing aroma
Free strands of hair
Like a pulchritudinous portrait
Covered her face enigmatically
The bliss of air
Traversing a new path today
Kissing her neck & shoulder
Curse those lucky ones
A veil over the wise
An ingenious ingredient of disaster
Damn thou dark eyes
They burnt a raging fire
Bright & blue
A sweet intoxication
A heart wrenching addiction
Conjuring up & discovering
Unexplored corners of heart
Let us play this game again
Where I’m a slave
And you’re the King insane
Unable to fathom my fate
The stupendous serendipity
Which brought together ends of infinity