Eyes closed,  head resting on a pillow
Breathing in, breathing out.
I see the trees passing by
Oh! Am I in a bus, couldn't stop
listening to his opinions. So, he cares
all about people who matter
and those who make you better.
Gone in deep thoughts — my classmate and I.

I told someone about my irritation,
and someone other about my pride,
and someone else about my incompetence.
What was common in them, I wonder.
A tiny fraction of their own lives – they shared with me, 
whereas I was pouring down my rain.
This memory tangles my brain.

I wanted her to come inside soon.
Rolled up in bed,  waiting for my mother —
I need to sleep now.
Being all cute and lazy
I push myself off of the bed and on the floor
At least my sister came running through.
I wanted attention — maybe she knows.

All I am trying is to sleep — sweet and nice.
But,  the mind wanders.

It goes around the memories
And taps into my subconscious.
I mind it. Don't do that.
Don't touch it,  let it be.

So,  I was watching a stand-up comedy
Then I saw myself drawing in sand
Here I come in a pillow case
Plucking the flowers, 
praying to God
Changing my home.
Shall I go abroad?
Choosing the picture frames
Listening to radio
Dancing with fireflies
Wanted to do cardio

All I am trying is to sleep — calm and peaceful.
But,  the mind wanders.

The element that you feel inside your veins - the fluid
That you want on your tongue
You feel alive when it touches you
You synchronize your melodies with its waves
oscillating within its vibrations
You want to wash away your sins with it
That runs deep inside your soul to find peace
I am that element, I am water.

There is depth in my heart
and purity in my soul.
I provide intuitiveness to nature.
I can pick up on the feelings of any creature.
I travel in the cracks of unknown vast lands
and give meaning to their lives.
I go beyond the rules to forgive and heal others.
I learn about quality and wisdom from mothers.
I can build up those who are falling apart
and love everybody who touches my heart.

I have loved the waters from different shores
they are independent as I am
they loved me back with all their depth
and got lost in their deep dreams too
We brought each other back to the reality check
It only raged our waves
up in the air
and back upon us, forcefully.
We travelled apart to oceans unknown
and I never made it back to

all the parts of my past self. I am changed.

I have loved the fire on the lands

that provides warmth, near seashores, to hands.

Also met the fire buried under the ocean

so calm and innocent.

We, mostly, danced our demons together.

Neither of us won that fight

because it meant losing the other.

Instead, we made a truce - for the better.

Do not cross each other's path

when destiny is not in our favour.

I have loved the colourful air

sometimes breeze, other times hail.

Felt its touch in the humidity,

listened to its wild thoughts,

and deep sensitivities,

played with its rainbows,

shared past experiences.

I swam while it flew.

It all felt like bubbles, tickling me all over.

It runs all around me - chasing me 

or moving away from me - I don't know.

Maybe the air doesn't know that too -

after all, it's the air.

Never did our deep ends shook hands.

I met the land.
I watched an island glow in the sun
and in the moonlight.
I touched its bare skin and soothed it
and felt that graceful warmth for the first time.
The land has been there for ages
liking me for who I am.
It isn't scared of my cyclones.
I'm not scared of its avalanche.
It pulls me back from my deep insecurities
and dives in my deepest thoughts.
It makes me rest for my feet are tired.
It wants me to dance freely and laugh lively.
Although, I am a little afraid of being independent -
what if I go too far!
I don't want to lose a single sight of the stones that fancy me.
It assures me - it will love my renewed waves
with every new skin of land that I encounter.
I have my own imaginary simplification -
maybe I could take it with me.
Wherever we go, we go together
and settle a home at the bottom of the ocean.
Maybe this time
I can fall in love
and feel it reaching back to me.
Maybe this time
in a very long time,
I'm not afraid
to hit the rock-bottom.

The glory of the rising sun spreads
The chirping of these cute birds - I hear
That's how my morning starts.

With one thought in my mind - creativity - I wake up
With a smile on my face, I get up
And with any negative energy, I break up.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life
Today may be the last day for me
So I show up to make it worth living for.

It is easy to work when I am happy
It is amazing how much I own my behavior
I'm confident for who I am and I feel blessed.

Today will be a good day; miracles may come.
Today I shall spread more love than yesterday
It'll be fine to do whatever the purpose of my life wants me to do.

I don’t remember when it began

There was a little band

It was a sunny day

And I started to play

The guitar was playing along with my fingers

The music was all that lingers

The saxophone kissed my lips

A land, where my music never stops

But then suddenly I sneezed and woke up

Was that gone?

Pleasant shivers still remain

The music still lingers

It was an orchestra of my soul

I don’t hope we meet again

I hope our relation never ends.

As a boy goes
into the wilderness of his thoughts - 
Listen! the choice is between good and good
or worst and worst!

Voices shouting - Lose, Hope, Despair, Beauty, blah blah blah!
The extremes of everything
pulling the soul towards themselves
tearing it apart.
So he believes as if the dawn
of darkness is here.

The soul rows from Past to the nearby Future,
escaping reality - he doesn't realise.

Shooting stars get hidden behind the bushes.
All control lost in the festival of loneliness.

He, however, isn't all broken.
Some shattered pieces he tries to pick up.
He'd do the best he can
for he won't return entangled.

Speeding up at being calm,
the man returns to the Present
with all his might and love
and starts a new day.

he's filled with motherly wisdom.

Now that he has learnt how to survive alone,
he can't be pulled down anymore.

Beware, kids, here he comes.

I see her portrait-

Submerged in beauty and love;

He painted her in Pink.

What a beautiful little dove!

The blue sea resides in her eyes

and cloudy are her hair.

Every artist wants a glance 

they trust, it isn't elsewhere!

That painter knows his work

is not just an imagination

but the essence of pretty souls

of which universe is a collection.

Cheerful, gentle, voguish ladies!

with glossy skins in vibrant cloth.

Sparkle touch and sugary voice

and honey lips are lilac soft!

Pink depicts her constitution

not for what women fancy

but because his cheeks turned pink

when he felt her luminous mystery!

They met
he and she, together
for the first time.
She looked up in his eyes -
He smiled.

Days passed.
They became close friends.
She helped him in every way.
He was able to understand her.
She adored him, trusted him.
He made her win, everywhere.
Both felt something for each other.

They grew up.
The girl hoped something -
about their future.
She told him.
Both waited with the time.

Days passed.
And no one knows 
how, one day
they got married !!!
The two friends married ...

That was true love.
And
he kissed her
on her forehead 
for the first time.

And I went

on the road 

no street lights

DARKNESS

no pretty wind 

that's real night

little moonlight

cold weather

I saw

something

at a distance...

but nothing new

just street dogs

and no vehicles!

I hear 

someone following me

Oh! What's this now ?

is this unlucky me ?

And now

I felt

someone's hand 

on my shoulder

I shivered

I sweat

...

my heart announced to be dead

...

I turned

and ... 

A man, bearded

nothing to see in his face

except -

cleverness,

and nothing more.

He wrapped me tightly

in his arms -

I struggled

I was unable to breath

He tightened it

and it got

more and more

worsened.

I was shouting

so

he filled my mouth

with handkerchief

and made me

go with him

where... ?

Don't now !!

I realized

I must do something

Therefore, I relaxed

I relaxed in his arms.

I had to survive - I just relaxd

He made it loose

He pulled that crap, out of my mouth.

I said nothing,

nothing at that time.

and I went

with him

behind the wall.

Actually I wanted to 

restore all my power

Gain my strength

and I did,

and now it was

MY TIME.

He was walking 

by my left

I took out my knife

I turned right

then completed

my circle to

reach him from back

and stabbed him 

right there.

I pushed him 

He tried to reach me

get hold of me

my heart denied

and I became violent

I did all that I knew

stabbed him

again and again

kicked him hard

punched

pushed

knocked in the head

struck with knife

and I got reply also

He pulled

tried to snatch 

my knife

my life

and clothes too

I cried

shouted

ran from there

and

even then

he didn't freed me

in fact 

he chased me...

I was cruel

from outside

but terrified

from inside.

I found a rod 

picked it up

He reached me

tried to snatch 

and grabbed me

again

and I was not going

to give it to him

I managed to push him

by that rod

very hardly

and I bruised him

badly

I don't know how!

Finally, this time

perhaps, he was tired by now

he realized that I was not going to 

come with him

so he made some steps

backwards!!!

and amazingly 

he ran away

out of my sight...

and I 

dropped that rod

the rod - my friend

and all the fear

was now on my face

it dropped my body 

down

on the ground

I sat with 

..heavy heart

..filled eyes

..weak legs

..shaking fingers

..stabbed mind

and

...deaf ears...

After a long time

I realized again

it was night

and I was on the 

street, 

anything can happen 

again,

and I must move

must walk

must go

and I went

on the road

no street lights

DARKNESS.

मेरी कहानी !

आज कोई बात हो जाने दे 

वही संगीत, बज जाने दे

रिश्ता रहा अधूरा अब तक

साँसों को अब, मिल जाने दे

देखीं हैं दो आँखें जब से

मन ही चमक उठा है तबसे

बहुत अधिक गहराई पाकर

अपनी - सी लगतीं मुझको कबसे

आज फिर नई शाम आई है

मचलते हुए से काम लाई है

मेरी कहानी पूरी करने 

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