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..
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.
..
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
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,
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.
..
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
...
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?
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.
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.
..