Sunday, March 8, 2020

beautiful and handsome

With that forehead lines
Appeared gradually or suddenly
When you had to pay for need
Makes you handsome
Reliant appealing worthy
Even if no one pays any heed...

With that crowfeet on sides of eyes,
When no one seemed 
to notice your cries
With nimble fingers which 
Are grown thick and dark
Your hands still look and convey
The same love which caressed many....

With that overgrown paunch
You hide beneath loose garment
Need not be sucked in every time
For you neglected yourself
For ones you cared...

And to those sagging breasts 
Unpropotioned contours
You are most most beautiful creature...

Men and women 
Real men and real women
I bow to you 
For having beautiful bodies
Carrying amazingly beautiful souls

Thursday, March 5, 2020

I wonder if I am morbid

I wonder if I am morbid
Or dead from inside
I no longer believe in love
And no longer my heart laughs
Something has been broken within
And my belief is gone....
But that's not entirely true
That's the only thing I breath
So What if a flower is plucked
To express a fake love..
The flower still remain pious
After it is thrown....
I know it's temporary 
I calm down myself ,
That everything happens for good
The melody will soon be back
My heart would sing the same tone.

why is it raining today

Why is it raining today
If clouds know I am sad
Why are they roaring in pain
As they too going mad..
Now they pouring heart out
I too have held it for long
Besides lump in throat 
I have been impossibily strong...
Strangely,in month of march
Let the coldness stir in air
Let the sky cry till they are dry
Until I combat my despair..
Why is it raining today
someone accompanying me
For a good cry
Something is lost forever
And I won't again give it a try.



Sunday, March 1, 2020

2020

  कोई सोचता ना भी था
 वो मुद्दा जोर पकड़ा
ना जाने कितने मकां जले 
ना कितने घर टूटे

और क्या क्या दाव देखना है बाकी
और कितने चाले शेष है
ये सियासत का ही खेल है
कि बरसो पुराने दोस्त छूटे