Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category

Sin of Being Pure

October 21, 2013 14 comments

Rape. Domestic Violence. Physical & Mental Harassment.
Biased Moralities. Prejudiced Priorities. Unwanted Principles.

The following poem is an attempt to express the feelings of a woman in pain by just being a part of our society.

No mirrors tell my story
None paint the pain I drown and die every moment in
Time doesn’t stop to know my part of the death
Introductions rot with a din 

I search for heartbeats
In battered pieces of flesh, once they had a soul
Bleeding tears of carrying your disgrace upon me
A dead one with a silent yowl 

Loathe me with all you’ve got
Bring all the profane grumblings, unprejudiced or unsure
I’m left with slayed dreams, you took all that was me
My only sin was of being pure



Being Her

September 10, 2013 19 comments

Women around us, in our societies, in our workplaces and even in our homes get treated in a demeaning manner.

Do we seek to make a better world without giving respect to our ladies ?

Broken flutes orchestrate a perfect symphony.
A tattered shroud masks the sorrows untamed.
Flowerets shiver in the cold sun masked by smoke.
For her conspicuous dreams – is she to be blamed?

Daubing her skin away from the acidic prejudice
and the sightless hunger for the innocence of her kind.
She works in a yard with the prominent in prey 
as the quivering worth of a woman goes to the blind.

With a muted applause from her callous apprentices,
she carries bouquets of smiles covering her sores.
Alive in her own story of a life beyond the tale.
She hides our guiltless shame beneath her toes.

Love Won’t Let Us Give Up

August 12, 2013 12 comments


Chasing smeared promises

of an armistice in this commotion

I fought blankness in my words

and the ease in giving up crept inside, somehow.


Living on a boat, stuck in a frozen lake.

Conversing with the emptiness in my ears.

I saw mammoth towers of strength sink quietly.

I saw power of existence give way to reality.


Still, there was a willingness in my dreams

and a last leaf of hope you had given me once.

Holding on to the doors of a personal connotation

was this last verse, waiting,  for me to still write.


Yes, I believed in the “me” you once told me about.      

I remembered when you said

that if there would ever be a forever,

you and I would be still in love.


So, I jumped into this tomblike dark space

and brought the fight to the moments of despair.

They wounded me with their blessed corruptness

and I choked the last bit of air out of them.


Then you came and carried away

my scarred cradle of skin in your prayers.

When I thought it was all done

and the senses of my clock were half seized.

I woke up in your arms.

I woke up at home.



They Know ME By A Name

July 10, 2013 9 comments


They talk about me

after they have torn my heart

and set it ablaze.

Yes, I am the humanity

you find butchered on the streets


They painted pictures of me

and cried in prayers

as they celebrated faith.

Yes, I am the God

you kill in the name of.


They wrote songs on me

as I was penultimate treasure

for defining the existence of all.

Yes, I am the peace

you trade for the glitter in your pockets.


They know me by a name.

A name not known to me.



Grant Me A Forever

April 15, 2013 4 comments


As you walk out of my dreams

Glowing like a new life, every time

I feel like the morning dew kissing your feet

You – my heartbeats’ twinkling shine








Walking on the aisle of my immortality

Draped in the aura of a sanctimonious chant

The love we make completes our prayers

One “forever” the Gods will surely grant



My Gutless Fellow Humans

March 12, 2013 10 comments

Here they are,

my gutless fellow humans.

So occupied.

So unconcerned.

Floating in un-confessed misery.


        At some corner I see

        a homeless old man dying.

        So what ? People die.

        But excuse me,

        this phone call is too important for me.


I curse the system

and the society

when women get raped.

but I never reported

those eve teasers down the road.


        Small children begging,

        a pathetic site I hate.

        Never out of concern, though.

        Their faces disgust me.

        Don’t tell anyone,

        my maid is just thirteen.


I turn the pages of newspaper,

same old stories

of women getting beaten up.

I am a man and my wife

must bloody well oblige me,


        Here they are,

        my gutless fellow humans.

…here in my prison

March 10, 2013 8 comments


With my soul in my arms

walking miles to taste some fire

I don’t kill someone’s dreams

I just pray and aspire









Can’t be no remorse, no way

Avid love made together

Allies don’t stab on the back

Foes and demons stay closer








No numbness in being dead

I labour day and night

No angels to guide me

No sins – I’m all just right








Here in my prison

Feels better than the heaven