pretentious

if roses are red
and so with blood
why pick white?

once upon a time

that one dark night
brightened an empty heart
those eyes...
glittered like stars
those smiles...
bloomed like summer daffodils
that voice
wakes a sleeping consciousness

fire slowly fades
time rolled so fast
a cinderella night
departs with a longing heart
how will the story end?
shall they ever met again
and fall like romeo and juliet?
or shall it be a hello and goodbye story?

insensitive

this weary heart i have
longs to boldly care in this lonely abode
for i have kept it only for myself
selfish!

now, i have feared
that this might forever be hidden
if it will so
then i would pass easily
from those people's craving memory

but how could i?
that simple powerful three words
i could not even whisper
this hardened heart has slowly soften
but this lips had seem to be closed for eternity
when will i be brave?
when will i be strong?

poems and hearts

poems are words

words are letters

letters are pens

pens are fingers

fingers are veins

veins are hearts

heart pumps

heart beats

poem pumps

poem beats

heart pumps restlessly

poem pumps only when read

lab-dab-lab-dab...

Listen to every beat of your heart.

lab-dab-lab-dab-lab-dab..

continuous, restless.

count it, now.

1,2,3,4,5...

then ask yourself:

how many beats does my heart pumped the whole time I was breathing?

and how many more beats will my heart pump?

futile

Rain, mud and tears flood the valley

Wailing people run here and there

A woman dragging her son’s hand

Crept into the crowd

Stopped in front of the large closed bags

Let go of his son’s hand and bend down

Peeped on the bag, sees his daughter and cried
A 3 year old kid stared at her with cold curious eyes
Pulls her mothers shirt and asked
‘What’s in the big bag, mom?”

“Son, it’s our precious treasure box,” wailed the mother.
“Why cry then, mom? We have it now, you shan’t be crying”
The mother holds his son’s hand and stared him in the eyes
“Son, can’t you see- it’s empty now”

...hiDe aNd sEEk...

we climb on rusty fences
Jumped on high places
loosing the twisted metal
hiding in the dark

nervous...
kinda'
but sounds so funny
life's like that...
trying hard... persistent..
willing...brave...

we stand here
looking out for them..
they might catch us..
all alert..
ready to alarm everybody..

one..two..three..
adrenaline rushing...
time to watch each others back...

hush..hush...
lift you toes like angels..
slowly...
insert the key...
huh..finally..
open!
mission starts now!