I Know ...

I know ... you are reading me ...
Don't utter a word ...
You will know me better ...
What I went through in life ...
To be so Bitter.

Yet, hope never dies ..
Am still the hopeless romantic ...
Seeking warmth in every breath ...
Trusting my failing instincts ...
yet hopeful ...
each time I fall ...
i stand up taller ...
I become stronger ...
Am like the gust of wind ...
Gaining momentum ...
With each passing moment.

I know you are reading me ..
Your heart may bleed ...
Stay strong for me ...
That's what you are meant to be ...
A strong pillar ...
A pillar I look at ...
And, gain my inspiration from.

I loved you then ...
I love you now ...The only difference ...
Life goes ON.

When Heaven Cried ...

I haven't shed a tear so far ...
They the clouds , the Heaven, The Gods ...
Are doing the needful...
They are crying coz' their daughter is hurting ...
They can do nothing ...
But cry their heart out ...
Flood the World ...
Create havoc in pain ...
They are letting their fury out ....
On Mankind that hurt their daughter ....
How can I cry, when they weep in Unison for me?
My heart is heavy, but  am smiling ...
Little ones watch me ...
How can I cry?
They would cry too ...
I can't let the innocent cry with me....
So, the rest of the mankind suffers ...
As God's daughter suffers in Silence.

The Heaven cries...
Creating Hell on Earth ...
Am surrounded by waterlogged roads ...
Pathways people take for their home...
All hell has broken loose...
People are scampering home ..
I sit here watching ...
Their sufferings ...
Coz' God's daughter doesn't cry ...
She was never meant to cry ...
She watches mankind cry ...
Her smile dry on her dry lips ...
Her eyes vacant ...
She is Me ...
And, I don't cry ...
I make them cry that bring aches to the innocent ...
I make the devil pay for his sins ...
The devil is Man...
See  his sins ...
Watch his brethren suffer.

The Heavens cry for me ...
The Gods shed their tears ...
I watch silently ...
I have no fear.

The fall of the Titan ...

Every great pillar of strength has his or her weakness. What comes up, that rises up, has to fall ; be it the rupee or dollar as in the thirties or the great temple of the greatest Shiva... Then who am I? Am just a small bits of atoms and molecules that had its rise but on the way, lost her way and fell into a deep abyss of heartache and pain.

When Titan fell, the Sea was in a turmoil... With my fall, my World comes apart. A small little World of happy dailies and smiles; Now, no more... nothing left, just bits and pieces of a Woman considered Strong but really a waif shivering in the Monsoon rain.

The Earth with all its glory, will one day wither away too, the smell of the beautiful flower will be remembered... in memories ; a World of machines, we all have become... feelings to be played with ... to be tread upon, crushed and walked upon.

Blame it on your faith and fidelity....you give your all believing in the false kisses and hugs... promises of a tomorrow and then the Devil turns around and says  it was a mutual understanding. What a misunderstanding leading to the fall of the Titan.

A Toy to be played with and then left astray, forgotten in some godforsaken corner of the room ... never to be found again. Dust and rust, a gift given while leaving.

Titan met his fate, Titanic drowned in Icy waters ... Where does this Woman go? Which Ocean to drown in? Which river to be taken away with? With landslide to bury me? Which Avalanche has my name written on it?

The Fall of the Titan .... A grim Reality!

Trappings within ...

Amused at the thoughts ...
That cross my mind ...
Vagrant and juvenile...
Wild and free ...
Thoughts that make me smile ...
Wondering ... What if !

These words ...
Melting pots of wild wisdom...
Pearls white and black ...
Musings trapped within.

The droplets on my window...
Reminding me....
Seasons don't remain the same ...
Not this year, nor another...
Not yesterday ...
Nor today.

Trapped within me ...
A desire ...
No many desires ..
So many...
All to be fulfilled ...
Just a thought ...
What if!

Sheltered , cocooned ...
I look at the Trap door shut ...
Not the one to open it anymore ...
Lest I be hurt again.

My World...
My Place ...
My Bliss...
Trapped the World Outside.

Dost ...

Dekh li teri yaari ...
Saale Duniyadari ...
Sachcha pyar dhoondne nikley ...
Tuney dikha di dildari ...
Dekh li teri yaari ..
Woh hai mujhe Jaan se pyari .

Tu tu naa reh kar bhi lutata raha ...
Itna saaman tere paas aata kahan se...
Jis ko dekh de deta hai ...
Apne liye kyun nahi bachata.

Bahut dekha hai khud ko khudi mein marte huye ..
Tu hi mila saath doobney ke liye?

Chal dekh li teri yari ...
Rehne de Duniyadari ...
Ek jaam utha ...
Chal Disco chal ...
Machayein wahan Hulchul ...
Kuch toh ho shor kam ...
Ziddo jehen ka ...
Tu bhi thalla ...
Mein bhi nithalli.

The Immortal Mahua ...

Mahua ...
A beautiful fragrant flower...
In life and in death ...
Never stops giving away ..
Her fragrance.

This Mahua too shall live on ...
Though Mortal ...
But fragrant in memories ...
Memories of countless lives ...
A fragment of her heart in million hearts.

Just a sacrificial ceremony ...
In the mind ...
Enough to make her immortal...
Each time the tide turns ..
Each time she is crushed.

The flower, pristine in her appearance ...
Pure and beautiful ...
At peace ...
looks on ...
The Gardener sheds a tear or two...
When she is plucked ...
When they crush her to invite ....
New ones in their basket.

The Immortal Mahua...
Lives on ...
Lingering in memories ...
Lofting in thoughts ...
Lounging in every action you commit...
For she attained the Ultimate ...
When she writ her life away ...
To the service of man & beast ...
Of them all ...
To make Heaven & Earth ...
A better place to live in.

Today, when she cries...
The Gods cry with her...
They know her pain ..
They lash out at mankind ...
For every Woman...
Every Girl is MAHUA.

The Red Car...

The Red Car...
Bright and beautiful ...
Majestic and rich ...
A colour no other car can boast of...
A colour chosen with love ...
A car chosen for love ...
A car chosen when in love ...
Jealous is she?
Whoever drives her ...
The Red car sees Red ...
And, drives them away.
Memories attached to the Red Car ...
Sweet pleasant memories ...
The first drive ...
The Sad memories ...
The last drive with the loved one...
Now, she lies idle ....
Waiting for the one ....
Whose dream she was ...
The Red Car can never have another ...
Holding her wheels again.

A Con Man ...

He lay his trap ...
Well thought out plan with his partner ...
How do we con this lady in our trap?

He ensnared me in his trap ...
He made me believe...
Believe in a love ...
He never had ...
Just a fake Love ...
I believed him ...
Gave myself completely ...
And, now he masks himself ...
Hides ...
Runs away from the Reality ...
Reality that I am ...
A repertoire of his Sins...
An open book of all that ...
He shows to the World..
The Opposite of it..
My experience ...
Jilted in Love by a Con Man ...
A monster beyond comprehension ...
A picture book of ideals ..
But, a Satan in Real Life ...
The Con Man ...
Beware of him ...
For no woman young or Old ...
Is ever safe in his company.