Forsaken City

Poets have

Cried in

Rhymes.

Tears of

Painters

In dyes.

Symphonies

Wail while

Singers sit by.

In a hopeless

Regime. Of

Homeless desires..

Words written

By little boys

To collapse...

Even the 

Sea breeze

Mourns,

In the city

Of forsaken

Tonight. 

I was born when

I was born when..

Sun was gone by.

Moon was bit shy.

Only stars were

Around to twinkle,

Before it got 

Cloudy and

Rained all night.

..

I was born when..

With a pinch of 

Yellow and 

Shade of green.

The spring was 

Bidding goodbye..

And from around

The corner,

Summer was 

A proper Hi.

..

I was born when..

Metaphors were

Cast in volcanoes.

Swords were 

Given to men to

Think aloud and

Pen-down verses.

A revolution brew

In great minds.

A spirit of enquiry

Deep down.

..

I was born when..

Even gods 

Would cry. 

Mothers would

Laugh and sigh.

Girls still,

Stole hearts. 

Kids ran around

Fine and wild.

Love grew in

Our backyards

And traveled 

Countrywide. 

..

I was born when..

Humanity hadn't

Lost its way.

Dogs had an

Equal say.

For the good

Deeds no-one

Took credit and

Heaven did go

By merit.

..

Aspiration

The sky is

On fire.

Invokes in me,

A bold desire.

Should I just

Flap my hands

And fly higher?

Or take leap

And swim in

A sea that's dire?

Something in

The air that 

Makes me aspire.

A spirit of enquiry

Is driving me,

Let me just take

A taxi for hire.

Blame

Beast of the

Ocean,

Can ever be

Tamed.

A boy high

On love,

Will ever be

Sane?

For the 

Shipwreck,

In his

Ribcage,

He has drunk

All year to

Forget her

Name.

Misery is

Optional,

Inevitable

Is pain.

For our own

Acts of vain.

It's we who

Should stand

In shame.

For the sins

Of wine,

Can the gods

Ever be blamed?

Smile a little

Smile a little,

In Saharan Africa,

It just might rain.

Out in an ICU,

You might soothe

Some pain.

..

Smile a little,

A man in a

Lonely room,

Might not go 

Insane.

A Jane Doe 

At the brink. 

Might start 

Living again.

...

Smile a little,

To not let

Soldiers' efforts

Go in vain.

An orphan 

Somewhere, 

Might feel

Embraced.

..

To our cold

Misery,

Let's not let

The world wane.

Ye, all.

Smile a little,

It ain't a bane. 

.. 

Ink Flow

He can't write,

Anymore.

Thoughts have

Gone rogue.

She has 

Gone away,

His heart chokes

In a morgue.

A drought 

In in his mind, 

Hardly anything 

Grows.

It's been ages

Since,

Any of his words

Have last flown.

He's a poet

With a plough.

Tills himself to

Keep the Ink aflow.

But it has stopped

Raining there.

Is there a 

Way out? Bro.

Procastination

Time and again,

He scrolls 

Through memes.

Tick by tick,

Every minute ends

With a shriek.

Doesn't take 

A peek at

The work that's

Pending from

A week..

Completed a

Revolution,

The hour hand

Vents a cautionary

Scream.

He overlooks

Again,

As if time ain't,

His means.

Day ends with

A screech,

The work has

Gone out of reach.

Gets between

The sheets,

To declare, again,

How tomorrow 

He'll not have

A breach. 

Procrastination,

At its peak.

Another day is

Added on to

The fifteen day 

Streak.

Hero with a Cape

Too much to care.

But I'm left with

No capes to 

Wear.

Most are torn.

One that's left

Is is hung in

The backyard

To dry, I swear.

You're welcome,

To judge.

This how I look

When I ain't brave.

Bitterly blue and

Cold. Stuck in a

Room, with no

Courage to dare. 

Couple of more

Hours, if you may.

Once it dries,

I'll have a mask 

To wear.

After that,

Upon my pants,

Even I can pull on

My underwear. 

Netflix and Chill

Jack and Jill,

Did a Netflix

And chill.

Came close

At will, then,

Forgot to take

A pill.

Born was Bill.

Expectations

To fullfill.

Sleepless nights,

A daily drill.

Drama was a

Emotional grill.

Life turned

Uphill.

Of that night,

Both are 

Horrified still.

There's a moral

Here, to instill.

If you have time 

To Kill-

Any fancy frill,

But never a

Netflix and Chill.

Forgetting

Each day..

What remains

Of her fades,

A little.

Sometimes 

Her hair.

Sometimes,

How she looked

In a winter wear.

Yesterday day,

It was her 

Second base.

Day before,

Her her curves

Of a flower vase.

Today, I forgot

Her name.

Now,

Only a half

Painted face

Remains in the

Game. 

Of which

I hardly care.

Few more days,

Done and dusted,

She'll be nowhere.

Forgetting

Someone is an

Emotion so rare.

Self love is 

Important,

Buddy, you too, 

Take care.

Way Back

Last night's

Hangover is

Hard to pass.

I can hardly

Make it to the 

First class.

Ain't a good

Student I once was.

She left,

Now I'm an

Empty bottle

Of glass.

Days are

Tough,

Nights are 

Rough.

In exam halls

I often hit a

Duck.

Ran out of luck,

Life's a

Absolute fuck.

This habit is

Hard to check.

Just behind

The rack,

There's another

Bottle of

Daniels Jack,

Enough for today,

To find a

Way back. 

Naughty Game

Night is up.

Guards are down.

For the game

We're gonna play,

These robes

Are a shame.

My lines are

Yearning to be

Rhymed.

Your curves must

Be longing for

Some chimes.

Let me pull

Your hair,

Slightly,

Pat your rare.

Shift my gear to

Squeeze your

Rounded pair.

Holding back,

Is a mistake

So grave.

Your urges are

Mine to to care.

Sometimes up,

Sometimes down.

Let the battle of

Breaths sway.

We're gonna

Ride today, till

We can hardly bear.

A GB still left

Why won't a 

Shooting star 

Come down,

While I make 

A wish?

It's been long

Since I had

A fish.

The astrologer

Did blurt.

The Saturn does

Always hurt.

With one of his 

Moons, did I 

Ever flirt?

I don't recall.

Can be an 

Interesting quest.

 ...

She left, then,

The bike broke.

Even in the lame

Arguments,

I do choke.

Father,

Ain't proud.

Uncles always

Frown.

Mother too

Looks me down.

Guess that's all

There's to own.

...

The curd-sugar

Combo hasn't

Helped yet.

Limbu-mirch,

Visited a witch,

Taveez too

Had a glitch.

Life's such

A bitch.

..

Everything has

Been put to test,

God knows,

When he gives

My case a rest.

Let him take 

His time,

There's no haste.

A new day is

Here, for me

To waste.

Lots of work,

I'll do my best.

..

There's reading,

There's Writing,

Physics, Chem,

Creb's cycle and

Fucking Sin

Minus cos theta.

I'm Still left with

A GB of data.

Incognito is on

Jai Vaishno mata.

...

Self Introduction

I'm a light
Hearted bloke.
Little drowsy.
Little woke.
Bit haughty,
Totally broke.

Too ugly for
That matter.
Insecurities
Are the only
Things I own.

Laugh at others
Is all I do..
Humour is the
Only emotion,
I understand.
Sarcasm is a
Routine attire.
My life is a
Tragic satire.

Through the ups
And downs,
Picking myself
Up very loosely,
I don't think, I've
Much to offer,
But, if you insist,

How about..
Another joke?

Dreamer

Today,

The winds are

Pretentious.

Moon, bit more

Narcissistic.

Birds, chirping to

Seek attention.

Trees, clapping

Out of compulsion. 

Somewhere,

A mountain

Must have died.

A river might

Have dried.

A shooting

Star to go in

Vain...

A lover might

Have cried.

A dreamer must

Have woken up

With a sigh. 

I'm just a

Disappointed guy..

Sometimes a 

Mountain. 

Sometimes

The sky.

A dreamer by day.

A seeker by night. 

War in Head

I sell mirrors

In a kingdom

Of blind.

Words of wisdom

To a crowd

Of deaf.

..

Finding order

In chaos is

One thing.

A knack for

Stoning the

Still waters is

The other.

..

Mundane choices,

Usual noises.

Between extremes.

Lost in the grey-

Hot iron's been

Cast in shape.

..

The sword 

That's cast has

Waged, heck of a

War in my head.

And the blood that's

Split has sung the

Same rhymes again.

..