Posts Tagged ‘love’

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.




Alive – Angels Happen

June 10, 2013 16 comments

When you have good things happening in life around you, you don’t really seek for explanations. Everything seems just and adequately comfortable.

I had not known Sandra for long. It was exactly a year ago when we first met. She was just seventeen then and nothing different from an average teenager.

She had plans in life. Plans to travel. Plans to paint a masterpiece. Plans to publish a book of her poems. She had plans to keep her focused towards loving her life as much as she could.

I had a tumor inside my brain for seven years before I found it out when I fainted on the escalator that evening three years ago. Three times, I got it operated but it came back again every time. It was like a destiny waiting to happen. Soon, I started losing my sight and within a year, I was technically blind.

Six months ago, after I got operated for the fifth time, I received a call from Sandra’s father. Something I never expected happened that evening.

Sandra was in the same cancer ward with me. Her blood cancer was detected in the incurable stage. For a seventeen year old, she never seemed begging for any moment of life. She was life.

Before Sandra lost her battle with her destiny, she donated her eyes to me. This was her last wish. This was her last plan.

My tumor never returned after I started seeing the world again with her eyes. She was the explanation for my life. She was the life.

Yes, I have seen angels. They are not the ones who do miracles. They are the ones who teach you to live another day.

(This short story was written to celebrate the lives of those beautiful people who donate their body parts for letting someone live again.
Also, this story is about the courage of the people who fight cancer with all the support of their family members.)   

The Way I Love

March 3, 2013 18 comments


I would love you till the end

…an end with no beginning


Your voice hums and passes by my soul

awakening my heart with your heartbeats.

I sleep with a dream caressing my nights

and see in your eyes how the heaven greets.


All those songs I wrote for you to find,

when your moonlit face glows besides me.

Sing them for us, for no one else to hear.

In your prayers, one day, I shall be free.


Let me just hold you for another night,

and ask this life for its meaning.

Call it madness or just the way I love.

A lot of mad love you would be seeing


I would love you till the end

…an end with no beginning   




The Pen

February 16, 2013 10 comments

So this is where you belong

In these crimson coffee lights

Carrying a bag on your shoulders

Some untold and hidden delights


You take out a pen, deftly uncap it

And draw dreams on papers so blank

I hold my breath and feel the nib

As it carves heartbeats without a swank


Aroma of an amour blushes in the ink

Chasing floating beads, I seek my way

Unlocking the charms I yearn for to see

Inside this wish, my memories sway   


You make me a peace, every time

Even in my things of not so good

Inside your pen flows a life for me

Just be that pen…once…if I could



…yours…mine…the same…the only one

February 10, 2013 5 comments

If all of us truly knew where we are heading as a race…at least we would have realized it’s high time we ask for the correct directions



Omnipresent obscurity obliges only opportunists

Simple souls squalidly seek some surreal spectacle


Evil entourages ecstasy, entices errant eloquence

Fake faces form facets fostering faulty friendships


Castrated cowards cajole corrupted consciences

Delivering deadly doses, delivering dreary determinations


When whishes wear wobbly withered wrinkles

Lucid lanes laboring love lay lost – lonely – lifeless



Spirit Of Hope – Fighting Cancer

July 26, 2012 29 comments

Cancer can affect people of all ages. Few types of cancer are more common in children. In 2007, cancer caused about 13% of all human deaths worldwide (7.9 million). Rates are rising as mass lifestyle changes occur in the developing world.

The people fighting cancer inside themselves or in their loved ones live with the spirit of hope and patience as they embrace every moment with more warmth and more faith.

Cancer gets cured.




They said

I am not going to live for long.

As if I knew what it meant.

Unbounded spirit. Limitless cherishes.

With untangled modesty, I was sent.










They said

I won’t look beautiful after this.

They did not know my thoughts.

Impressive stanzas. Splendid verses.

The beauty within is what I sought.










They said

It’s going to be difficult.

They had no idea about my family.

Devoted lives. Unprecedented sustain.

A beginning everyday lived gladly.










They said

It is something incurable.

Like they have figured it out all.

Negated guilt. Transformed denotations.

Push life a bit more, I must, I shall.













Untouched Conscience – A Poem On Autism

July 24, 2012 26 comments

Autism is a disorder of neural development characterized by impaired social interaction and communication, and by restricted and repetitive behavior. The diagnostic criteria require that symptoms become apparent before a child is three years old.

Autism should be accepted as a difference and not treated as a disorder.


Source :

The parents raising kids with these “special needs” are some of the strongest human beings you would ever come across.

And what do WE complain about – traffic ?

…please check  for knowing the care and the strength.




Washed away principles with innocence so kind.

I have a feel of the world so different from yours.

I see the story being told in the plastic blocks.

Know my sense, beyond the sensibility it goes.









Defying the desires of the usual breed.

We blossom with the urge to not to fake.

The dye of our genuineness so subtly drawn.

Unpretending we act, a pure heart it takes.









My language has words so aesthetically crafted.

Effortless pronunciations of delightful simplicity.

My longings are just for the embrace of your efforts.

In your noble understanding is my sustainability.









Don’t judge me, how I look from outside.

I am not the one who would ever need a cure.

Your diligent endeavours corrupted by normalcy.

My untouched conscience will keep me pure.