The Wait

Blank spaces,

Empty spirits,

Low esteem,

Lost hopes ,

hunting down my lover's soul

like scavengers of the devil

I see him

fighting the inner demons

laughing at his failures,

while I cry

and I try

not to give up

Dreams are bitter lie,

faraway from reality

we live everyday

to match up with mirage

called the dream

He toughens up

He holds up

He stands up

against odds

posed by the world 

he doesn't care 

Distance building,

Sweet memories fading,

Love is dying,

while we stay strong

to hold on to each other

Let difficult time pass,

Let the nightmares test my wrath,

I will wait and wait

Till he strives 

And flies back home to me.

A mother's love

It is sunny day,

streams are dry,

cattle pride walk faraway,

for flowing water 

and green grass 

Atlast they find

an oasis in dryland,

promising water 

that can quench their thirst

not hunger

The cattle fulfill

till it is time

to continue journey

for the love of life

An innocent calf
stranded alone
away from mum
away from it's own
while danger lingers
around his life
in form of lioness
looking for a kill

As she crouches,
towards him,
his life gets shorter,
and death is smiling
at it's youngest victim

She is very close
to her victim
but something stops her
from having first bite
instead she brushes
her face next
to her new son
who is not her kind

Chocolaty Temptation

Sweet sugary pops,
in my mouth
red, purple or yellow
or colours of the rainbow,
melting goodness and sweetness
at once

Chewing gums
sweet at first
like the new life
filled with adventures
juicy and amazing
that ends tasteless
and bitterness

Candyfloss
pink and fluffy
vanishes quickly
as I pop it in mouth

Milk or dark
fruit or nut
round or square
mint or rum
chocolates so yum

Cavities and tooth decay,
I don't care,
weight issues
not a issue
when a piece of chocolate lava
can ignite my passion

Coca bean
the source of this temptation,
when mixed with coca butter
can produce blissful
sweet and sizzling
piece of delight

Summer Terrible

 Summer terrible, 

 the season so abominable

 that raises my temper

 whenever it arrives

The sun at boiling best

 raising the temperature at its worst

 drying the river beds,

 making me wish

 for the cool evening breeze

The clouds are the gifts

of the God Almighty.

Tiny drops , not very large

are blessings to life

pining for even tempest 

to cool it's burning heart.

Hot soups burn tongues

though tasty and delicious

don't relish our taste buds,

while the chilled milkshake

relieves my soul.

Trees are best friends

that protect me

from blazing heat,

though they are dwindling

year after year

Oh the mighty rain gods,

shower  your blessings,

drive away summer

and hide the sun

with your fluffy clouds

Midnight creeps

  The night is empty

  dark and creepy,

   unlike usual night

   with only full moon shining 

    and mad dogs howling

    As clock strikes twelve,

     the souls of dead

     wakes up from bed

      not made of roses 

      but made of dead

      The ghosts strolls,

        the living repose,

       while the dead spin

        the web of trapping

         the living soul 

         When all the demons

          sings the songs of fear,

          she hums the rhymes of revenge,

          of her life taken 

          by the one she loved.

         She didn't want to scare,

          She didn't want to kill,

           She wanted to know

            the truth so precious

             than her lost life 

             

             She swings to and fro 

              from the place she was hung

               while her killer sleeps

               like an innocent child,

                unaware of his victim

                 smiling, ready to take him

                 to a place between life and death

Freedom- Being Woman

I walk out only 

when moon rises

and clock strikes 

twelve- the end of day,

while pack of wolves

walk free for some fun

I smoke

I drink

I club

I dance

while the wolves stare

greedily at me

like I am a prey

in their jungle of myths

My lips are bright red

tempting them of lust,

My dress is too short

to cover my skin

I don't care

the lecherous wolves

who are howling

at my sight

I date many men

as I search for my one

who will be my knight

to hold my hand

when everyone leaves me

by my own

I earn my bread

like many men

to cherish my dream

of being independent one

I don't shun

for this society of bondage

I fly with colours

of freedom and spirit

 

Depression

My heart is empty

with only monotony

beats to keep my body

alive and warm.

My soul is lost

in this world of robots

that take me along

with their actions

they call ' right'.

My mind is blank,
clueless of future
or present or past,
as I walk on rope
so thin and long.

I am walking,
running and moving
continuously in dark,
searching  hopelessly
for shining light

I am alone
amongst people I know
in this world of mine,
I have no one
except me , myself and I

Am I mad?
Or is this phase
we call it -depression?
Am I mentally ill?
Why do I long for
love and care
when I have abundance
of it around me?
My heart is empty
with no answers
for questions above.