Catching up with Childhood – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day22

It is the childhood that walks next to us it tries hard to hold our hand and walk but we are the adulthood, we know better we shrug it away and run the childhood stops behind and shouts out “where are you running to?” adulthood is a master of deception deception of oneself more than others it just shouts without looking back “You slow me … Continue reading Catching up with Childhood – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day22

What You Want – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day21

Don’t let the bells tell you how to ring in life; bells don’t live Wait after you close the tap there is still a drop ready to call Do not point a finger at them they are blind to what you do walk on them if you wish they will forgive you you you beg But never walk on their dreams because dreams are not … Continue reading What You Want – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day21

The (ANT)iHUMAN World – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day19

In a puddle as an ant struggled to get to the land I kept a leaf next to it slowly pulled it to the side I could not see; nor will I ever know if the ant raised its eyes and thanked. Of all the thousands of ants I might have knowingly and unknowingly executed this one act seemed to make me free. But We … Continue reading The (ANT)iHUMAN World – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day19

Tears and Dry Lips – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day18

Driving on the freeway on a sunny day forgetting to carry a bottle of water or beer or whiskey or any alcohol that cops won’t mind let’s go with water for now sun remembers an old animosity where I had badmouthed it on a starry night Today it was on the path of revenge such a heat I thought I was in a desert but … Continue reading Tears and Dry Lips – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day18

Sitting in a Dream – National Poetry Month – Day-17

He walked past the dreams slowly. He did not want to wake up those who were sleeping. Or trying to sleep Or Dreaming… Or waiting for a Dream… Every dream is said to have a jar of honey but before anyone can reach it the sleep is broken. If you sleep really thinking of that honey, You might reach it in the dream is what they say but no one has … Continue reading Sitting in a Dream – National Poetry Month – Day-17

Bury The Cry – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day16

Through faces lost in time I search for fragments of a memory. And what do memories do? it blends happiness in pain and spits out half dead life. But the forest where the trees scream where wind is silenced by leaves one does not need a memory to find their way First they acknowledge being lost then they tell the trees to shut up and … Continue reading Bury The Cry – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day16

Decide to Decide – National Poetry Month – Day15

You should once decide there are too many strings that force us not to but, what good does that do? Every decision has its repercussions But it is all a matter of time before people forget everyone loves a new day Regrets will never stop following you your indecisiveness and decision both will grant you same a bag full of regrets Thats the whole point … Continue reading Decide to Decide – National Poetry Month – Day15

There is always a New Day – National Poetry Month – Day14

A time comes when you too will turn your back on you you will be just a call away to be reached but even your screams will move away from you You will notice a silence walking beside you just like a shadow You will acknowledge its existence for the first time in your life Silence can be powerful even painful than screams Screams move … Continue reading There is always a New Day – National Poetry Month – Day14

The Sleep of Life – National Poetry Month – Day13

There is a long journey that never starts and how can something end when never started? True, but there are breaks in between and before and after the breaks there is a shiny piece of life. That’s what we need to find. Sometimes the breaks are long and sometimes short and almost non existent. Is there a choice to not travel? To remain where you … Continue reading The Sleep of Life – National Poetry Month – Day13