My Brother

I have no tears left.
No words, my child.
My sobs stay muffled.
No strength to cry.

Too young to go

Too happy a soul

Loved by all

Why did you have to fall?

I lost a brother 
I lost a friend.
You were a father
A husband, a son 

How do we cope?
Come tell us. Come show.
The world stands still now
We have no hope.

Your voice in our ears
You laughter, your face!
How do we forget? 
How long? Till we go?

I'm a sinner -

Why else was I spared?
You deserved a good life
And I could have gone!


Rest in Peace, Bala.

Wishes

I have a few wishes with you, honey
Don't worry -
I don't have too many!

One is to hug
The other is to cuddle
Also to spoon, for one night, without struggles.

Few kisses on the forehead,
Some snitches at foreplay,
And lazily sleep in warm arms, cozily.

Once we're done
Let us close doors, let us lock them
And throw both our keys, into the deep oceans.

Bala

You said you'd stay a lifetime
You promised tomorrow would be better
You worked harder each day
So that your child would have her way.
You said you are young and strong...
And could scale the highest walls...
But you forgot it all...
And just like that, you are gone.

Help

Be there
when they need you
And when they dont
a little far off!

Not too away that
they can't see
Just close enough
For them to reach.

But keep in mind
not to hope
For them to remember
Once they've coped.

You helped them not for
Accolades and rewards
You helped them for
you loved them true.

Me First

I'll not wait
For you...
To reject me
Or tell me we're through.

I'll walk away...
As I ought to have done
Eons ago...
With the rest of them too.

I'll pick my bag,
I'll pick my shoes,
But this time around
I'm not picking you.

The end of nights

I've known you for less
than a thousand nights
A vast majority spent
in endless fights!
A few giving up,
a few in respite
Many more in hope...
that it might reignite.

At times, cursing your
irresistible sight
Looking away from pictures
but miserable in plight.
Staying away from devices,
choosing early bed time -
Yet decoding in mind
messages to find insights.

A few catching up
On happenings in hindsight...
A few building castles
Of what ifs and what mights
Among numerous nights
In a handful, we shed disguise
In those, living and loving
What would last us a lifetime.

Suicide

Mother of mine
I'm sorry, I tried.

I had to escape
I cringed, I cried.

I ran a distance.
I tried to hide.

I did seek help.
I saw no respite.

No future to me
No promising signs.

It choked my breathe.
It blinded my sight.

I know I hurt you
But I had to die.

I take my life
And yours too, with suicide.

Jester

Who do you write for...
What you write?
Why do you write...
What you write?

For you to heal?
Or for the world to read?
Or for them to see
How you bleed?

Did you not scream for help?
Did you not bare your soul?
Where are those friends?
Those people? Those foes?

Aren't you done
Being whispers for them?
Don't give them more stories
To spice up their fun.

They taunted your wounds
And laughed at your pain.
They mocked your tears
And your disgrace.

They offered you a bed
In exchange of yourself
They hugged you here
And sold you there.

So, shred your paper
Throw away your pen
Build a bigger wall
And mount a stronger lock.

Shoot down any visitor
Don't answer to their knocks
Stick to mockery
As a court jester, you rock!

A Queen Is Born

Can't you see
You are breaking me
Can't you see
I cannot breathe

Release me
From your 'loving' grips
Let me explore
Set me free.

Don't play your games
Your silly, mind games
I fell for it, how!
But I can see clearly, now!

I was numbed in your presence
Like you had cast a spell
A fool in love
Who'd die, for you.

But that's in the past
That me is done
I was made to rule
Not to be subdued

I'll break these shackles
I'll tear down walls
I'll rise like a phoenix
And touch the skies

I'll rain down fire
And burn them all
They'll see my wrath
And the bloodshed caused.

All those who mocked
I'll hear them howl!
And learn to bow down
For a queen is born!

Darkness

I don't deserve this respect
Or this high raised pedestal
Burn those laurels and praises,
And stop singing songs of glory.

I have hidden well, my darkness -
But, as it turns dark, I merge in
For behind my mask of goodness
I too have a murky story.

I don't pray for forgiveness
Nor offer lame apologies
No expressions of remorse here
No guilt from which I'd scurry.

The line of righteousness, is blurry
I stepped over, very wary
But now crossing back, seems painful
And frankly I'm in no hurry!

When time would come upon me
I'd walk head up, to be buried
Dont put up any fairies on my edifice
A demon or two - would be savoury!

But for words

I am my stories
All that prose
I am my poems
To the last phrase

I am that love
I am that pain
When lost in life
In words, I find myself again.

She

It's just another poem -
Please don't pay it much heed
It's her only way to vent out
Before putting her mask of glee.

Many days she sticks to her silence
Some days, she charges with speed
At times, she momentarily breaks down,
But mostly, with words makes merry.

Give her her time to heal
Give her her stage to speak
Give her her moment to feel needed
So another chance she can offer, you and me.

I burnt my lingerie

I burnt all my lingerie
All that he used to dig -

Because I was too easy

Because it began to sting.

I burnt all my lingerie

All those fancy ones!

Which on me, made him crazy

And, helped me feel some lust.

I burnt all my lingerie

For I felt he came for them.

The nights without them on -

I felt hapless, not strong.

I burnt all my lingerie
And smiled at what I saw
Loved what looked back at me now, 
No longer felt like a whore!

I burnt all my lingerie

And poof! That ended it all.

He had stopped craving me -

And stopped knocking at my door.

I burnt them down to ashes

For I wanted him to see -

I am beyond my lingerie

And all those lacy reds.