Friday, July 31, 2015

Funerals and farewells

Your confession did not
bring back my life
Your tears if true,
some solace it tried
Your children - no difference
to me they made
Mine were orphaned,
and still remain.
Your faith, my faith
were both the same
But my friend our mighty God,
in this - had no say.
My kabar had no garlands,
no processions my way
It had bits of me though
(nothing much remained)
Yes, I've forgiven you
for taking me away
But if you'd walked free,
a thousands may rise again
For they have no religion,
no Gods you will find
Only terror holds the reins
to their sadistic minds.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


Never seen you in my life
Was never blessed to have.
Only read your words 
Words which moved minds. 

Yet can’t stop my tears
Can’t bid you goodbye
True father to our nation
These tears remain, unwiped

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Come back

Someone broke your heart
Someone will mend it too
Take it all with zest -
For we live, at his behest.

You have friends, true.
A family through all blues.
You may cry for a while
For now, we abide.

The sun will soon shine –
Your tears too will dry
Your lone, trampled mind
Will also unwind.

Do then, come back
To us, with a happy self
You are too precious a gift

To be left bereft.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015


Fear of the unknown
Looms above me

Dark times are imminent
It warns, silently

I feel its footsteps pound
A discordant march breaking the grounds.

Shake it off, they curtly say
I try my best, but it stays

The earth swiftly shudders from beneath
Torn bodies are strewn ahead rapidly!

I grab what I could call mine
IDs, to my broken mind

Nothing’s left for you here
Nothing’s left of you here

Had I really seen it come by?
Were there any signs I’d denied?

When your world is shaken, you’d believe
There was a lot you could’ve done, in grief

But, who am I to take a call?
We are all petty mortals, after all. 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Void voices

I wish you were on my speed dial
Only a phone call away
I wish I could hear your voice
And hug your tall frame.

I wish I could bother you
With the silliest of complaints
I wish I could turn to you
And be assured I was safe

I wish I remembered you often
Not just when I'm in pain
I wish your memories stayed
And not fade off with each day

I wish you would coarsely tell me
I'm here - things will change!
Daddy, I wish you were somewhere - alive

So I could stop posting poems and fly.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Pick me

If when at my worst, 
I still treat you like my best - 
Pick me, from the rest.