Writing
I am a writer, finding a natural rhythm in poetry, prose, and lyrics. For me, capturing a thought on paper with the same depth as I feel it is pure magic—a true art form. Over time, I have dedicated myself to honing this craft, learning to bridge the space between emotion and expression, striving to make each word resonate with the same intensity as the thought behind it.
Eyelid
I want to be the eyelids to your eyes,
The tender shield where quiet duty lies,
A humble guard, yet strong as fortress walls,
Whose purpose is to catch you when you fall.
I wish to shield you, my dear eye,
With all my might, until the day I die.
I'll hide you swiftly when the winds grow fierce,
When cries are sharp, and darkness draws near.
When moonlight lingers, casting shadows long,
I'll stand by you, vigilant and strong.
I know how delicate you are, my dear,
And so, I'll fight to keep you safe from fear.
But once, when I let down my guard too far,
And one of my lashes plunged deep as a star,
It hurt you so, beyond the storm's cruel might,
A pain that lingered, stealing all your sight.
That boX
I hate that thing in your hand
Says the little Yahoo in the way he can
I hate that little box
Which is always there in ur pocket
I wish I had the power
So I could throw it
In the sky like a rocket
That harmless looking thing is a curse
That thing eats up all your time
Which should be mine
You always carry in your purse
That thing holds your brain
Canvas
Paint me, love, in colors true,
Be my Da Vinci, my artist anew,
But let your strokes be modern and bold,
A secret language only you can hold.
Place me on your canvas wide,
Beneath the sun, where stardust hides,
Let the world gaze but never see,
The depths you've captured, just for me.
For I long for you to know it all—
The real me, behind the brush's fall,
Why my eyes are dark, not green,
Why my hair is short, not flowing free.
Only you, love, can hold the key,
To the silent truths inside of me,
You're my safe place, where judgment fades,
In your hands, my soul cascades.
I'd come back as an oak.
If I'd be reborn
Created again by then hands of the god
I'd be brought back like the oak tree
Not because of its ethereal beauty
Or what might she possess
Or the power in her roots.
But for where she'll stand.
I died , enveloped by the gods
and now will kiss the earth as an oak treeThe soft cheeks now fragrant woods
Closer to your residence
When a poet breaks.
Upon yon broken poet's heart doth sorrow weigh, Not mere crimson doth flow, but hues unseen betray. A symphony of woe, in cries and echoes bound, Drenched eyes, once lively, now graveyards profound.
When a poet breaks, a realm enchanting unfolds, Words entwined in glory, tales of anguish told. Yet she, a weeping soul, screams bleed and incomplete, Logics devour, leaving reasons at defeat.
Oh, the kingdom in chaos, as a poet's heart does break, The king beseeches cure, the castle loses its mystic wake. The woven mystery, a kingdom's pride and lore, Crumbles to dust, as Rome stands humbled evermore.
The old man
Our new neighbour was interesting He sits there every British day An off white shirt in summers And woollens on when the coldness rise. He got my eye because I never had someone of his age and wisdom at my home. This calmness on his face The chuckles when he hears the laughters of kids The polite grin when he witnesses the graveyard of stars in the open night sky.
The old man is sad. I don't know why but a feeling inside me says He isn't the all the happiness what is shown on his face
The way he looks down after the family's laughter dies His fingers forming a weak fist as his head hangs down low I never heard him speak nor I heard his cries But the dried tear stains on his tender cheeks didn't support his happy lie
He ate all the three meals alone No one to give him a welcome back hug when he returns No one to look after when he is sick No one he could watch grow The old man is lonely. That's what makes him sad.
The angry sky
Yes they are beautiful.. the starts their shoots.
Yes they are gorgeous, the constellations and the moon
Writing describes their beauty so fine
Indeed they are absolutely divine
But sometimes I wonder.
Why am I not ever in their inscribed words
No description of mine, ever mentioned
Dear writers, oh beautiful writers
I loved like a drowned man
who adores the sea
crashing waves and tsunamis are helpless
can't affect me
i'm okay i drowned to breathe
did my soul finally accept defeat
it knows i once loved like a sailor
who fought the winds and the rains
who belived the sea who do the same
so i drowned like a man who's loving the sea
i know the pain won't lie to me
and the surface waves won't throw me around
i'm too far chased
my heart won't beat
the lighthouse can't bend
A soldier came back
A soldier came back from war What the media says The man next door came from war The neighbours say My father came back, the daughter says My son came back, the old woman says
A soldier came back from war
Is all they believe
For the soldier,
He came back from a living tragedy
“The one I drank with last night, his blood was drank by the earth at dawn..”
“The one who was blessed with a son, couldn't go home..”
“The one who fed his paralysed father with his soft hands.. was now covered with blood dust and sand.. “
“War never brings peace .. the peaceful lives are shattered.. war might lead the country to victory, but can never bring back the smiles that are now expressions of misery”
The man with brown blazer
Late winter night
When no one is is in position to go out in cold
Near the bush,
On the bench
Under the orange lamp and the stars filled sky
Sits the man, I can see from my room window
The man with brown blazer
The ordinary face
The relaxed brows
I never saw him with anyone else
Just a diary embraced in his artistic hands
With the gush of the winter air
I don't want others to see what I see in you
It sounds wrong, I know
don't want them to see
They don't know how wonderful you are And once they see it
They'll steal it too
They don't know how beautiful your eyes are
And once they see it
They'll blur them too
I don't want others to see you as I do they'll change you
Cuz I want you to be the way you are
I love you, the way you are
A hailstorm cried
In this epitome of a strange aware
I find myself turned into foreign to myself
Changed twisted confused absurd
Heartless careless Stranger
As if im the monster i hid from
As if im so sinfully mighty now
I scared what i was afraid of
And when this strange storm hits now
I'm no longer weeping for shelter
Never really knew the value of that soul which was scared of danger
For now i crave to redeem it
To bring it back to life
For it to be awaken
Lie
Where were you, God, when the night closed in, suffocating every shred of light and hope?
When my faith, fragile as it was, crumbled to dust beneath the weight of horror?
I sought solace in sacred waters, desperate for a sign,
But it wasn't the Ganges—was that my fatal error?
Would those waters have saved me, God?
Or did you just watch, detached, as I drowned in despair?
They call out your name, a ritual etched in routine, Five times a day, as if the sound could pierce the heavens.
I screamed too, God, until my voice was nothing but a ragged breath, A pitiful plea that faded into the nothingness.
Kabir said you might be deaf— Now I know he spoke the truth.
The lady with Ruby shoes
Tik tacked her down
Swift and precise she moved
Luring the poets she bloomed
With a mystery so bright
It out shaded the courageous stary sky
And her eyes darker than hazel
Her lips rougher than petals
Her shady like roses
The melody of the moon
When the symphonies grasp the light of the fireflies in its enchant
where the clocks are hidden away by a strange dwarf elf,
when the wind sing and the waterfall harmonizes,
the moon composes its melody
when the lavenders smile and wave
then buds they blossom
when the silence says my name
the moon sings its melody
when the sun shines
when the sunflowers turns
when the moon and I encounter
Robo on mars
One year
Two years
Three four would by
The years pass, but here Ill stay
Quiet uneasy cold , drenched in despair
This awfully huge space
And I am sick and numb
My eyes they burn
So far from home
Do you miss me mom..?
Happy birthday to me
I miss my family
Theyre giving up on me
And eyes view another kind of me
Whos running on the moon happily
Why are you forgetting me
I was once your fantasy
Your eyes shone when you thought of me
What changed so suddenly ?
A rover on mars
I know I broke down
