Pain

What gives us a moment of courage

...also makes us live in eternal fear.

What causes mighty revolutions

...also keeps us from taking strain. 

What pushes us to explore

...also stops us from the door.

What helps form healthy bonds

...what breaks them badly too! 

What puts us through struggles, relentless

...promising an Utopia which never comes. 

What gives us a hope for the future

...also drives us into depression. 

 

What shows that with death it doesn't end

... but that with death, it only begins. 

A myriad of emotions - us humans

...yet isn't pain the only constant?

Stances

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?

Julie

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?  

Prepare

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.

 

Covid 19

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.

A Poem

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. 

The Whore

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!