Mothers who leave their child behind-
"What a selfish whore"
Mothers who suffer in silence, dignified-
"But, did we ask you to?"
Mothers who fight back and claim their lives-
"Some patience you should have shown"
Mothers who choose the path of death
"If only you had told"
Mothers can't live, can't leave, can't die-
Then, what should mothers do?
In memory of Julie, who will always live in our hearts <3
Who will, now, give me my hugs
When I'm back home, from work?
Who will play hide and seek?
You are nowhere to be seen.
Who will chase after me?
Who will jump on my saree?
Who will growl in disapproval
If I don't give in, and let you be?
A tad tighter I should have hugged you, then –
the last time we met, when.
Should have shown you more of my cheeks
For you to place your wet, sloppy kisses.
But, I thought you'd wait for me
At my doorstep you'd always be –
I'm sorry, I walked away!
Is that why you left me?
You simply bid a hasty goodbye
Didn’t give time or farewell songs.
I can’t see, tears blur my eyes
How am I ought to carry on?
It’s my turn now, to anticipate
At my doorstep, I’ll always wait
Jump down from those heavenly gates
My dear Julie, please come back for a day?
My chest is cramped
I can’t breathe
Is it the pandemic,
or mental fatigue?
The world is shut
Our doors are closed
Another lock down
Our timelines are set.
Death everywhere,
A melancholy gloom.
The music has stopped
Except for dead tunes.
This is war
Like all things bad,
created by man,
for his own doom.
When everything fails,
Pray, they say –
But where are the Gods
The demigods too?
A few men stand
To save the rest.
Let’s get on our knees
Let’s relentlessly beg.
To keep us alive –
Like soldiers, they slay.
A matter of time
Until they fail.
Sing, write or dance
Try cope or cry
But bid your goodbyes
It will be here, for us.
We wake up each morning
To coffins or funeral pyres
Or cries for help in distress
From another one, yet to die.
I've stopped watching the idiot box
Or even the news
Fleeting statuses I don't peek into -
Everywhere, it's just gloom.
Blame games and spite, surround
Claims of having helped and having tried
The world is crumbling all around
Yet, it is filled with despise.
Glorious days ahead, we are told
The disease will stop its spread, that's bold!
But for now, mask on -
And while at, close your souls.
Poems are
my only solace
They've been with me
Through and through.
People come.
People go.
Words once penned,
Always stay.
Throw my way
hugs or hurls
It'll find life
in my rhymes.
Mock all you want
hurt me, criticize
As long as I can write,
I'll be fine.
After every splendid time,
You show me where I stand.
When moonlight comes I keep you warm
When daylight comes, you're gone.
I admit, it is my fallacy,
To think I'm more than fantasy.
Beggars can't be choosers, I understand
Nor can whores, I know.
But, when I see you at my door
I see beyond carnal desires
I take you in, as my lover for life
Forgetting you're here for a night.
Though each time, you leave me broken
I tend to my bleeding wounds
Making sure, I heal in time
Before your next visit is due!
Don't Try.
Ugly.
Repulsive.
Undesirable.
Lovers run at your sight.
So don't try.
A bag of worries.
A can of worms.
Bare your soul -
That's all they see.
So don't try.
Walk this earth,
Until your time comes.
For to end it -
You don't have it in you.
So don't try.
Don't pursue me
Let me go
You made your choices
So, let me be.
There's no turning back
Not this time around
I'm choosing myself now
Though I'm bruised and sad.
All wounds don't bleed
And cannot be seen
We were badly broken
Yet each other, we tried to heal.
Let's us both be birds, free
Pursuing faraway heavens,
I pray you find yours
But from mine, please don't keep me.
What are we but stories -
some told, some untold
and some lost in between
chapters, as they unfold.
What are we but memories -
some happy, some cold
Some lost in grey zones
in between them both.
From chapter to chapter
we move in hope
that the next one will be
different from the old.
We chance upon an empty page
To fill in, there's plenty of space
Only to realize, the ink is up
An unfinished work, we'll remain.
