Posts Tagged ‘poetry blogs’

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.

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



Uncomplicated Stories – A Poem on Autism

March 5, 2013 10 comments


This post is an effort to speak the mind of “a special child with autism”.

…and a salute to all those hardworking parents and people working towards spreading awareness about this condition.




Staring at blank spaces in between

I draw stars that twinkle with the sun

Filtering your piteous and wounding gaze

I smile and patiently wait for my turn







Yes, I don’t understand your simple ways

For me it’s not about the answer to find

Uncomplicated stories of being pure

I’m different from you – that too you mind


Don’t feed me a shame or uncommon sense

My importance is for me to carry and know

I walk with desires that don’t hurt anyone

Understanding me – is a skill for you to show



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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