THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL

A green spring leaf,Shed by its tree,Yellowing into an autumn spirit,Starts it's journey. Driven by dust,Whooshing with it,Tossed and turned,Traveling miles continuously.Though small infant steps,It breathes every moment,Captures every milestone,Preserves in it's heart. It admires this beautyOf constant change,But even breaks down,Into darkness,which brings pain. Then the flickering lightsOf the lamp of the future,Allures it… Continue reading THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL

HUNGER

Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,… Continue reading HUNGER

RAPUNZEL

Oh, this cage of mine,Deep dark waters that chokes me,Running down my auburn eyes,Maybe, now a little deep blue,With time,With endless streams of pains,I shed every night,Some winter dewdrops on my lilac cheeks,I wipe with rising sunshine.Locked in other's dreams and desires,I forgot to breathe,I forgot to let myself live,And You,You found me within this… Continue reading RAPUNZEL

You’re the star to me that shines the brightest…

In my most dreadful moments,Where i lose my way,Darkness engulfs andI don't even wanna stay,In this cruel world full of lies,Deceit, falseness and charcoal skies,You lighten up my existence,You're the one I look up to,In instants of self-resistance...What are you?Maybe you're my Polaris,My own Pole Star,Showing me the way to live, to breathe,To smile through… Continue reading You’re the star to me that shines the brightest…

IF I POETISE A MOTHER..

Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the… Continue reading IF I POETISE A MOTHER..

THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV

The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirty… Continue reading THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV

A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM

Shared, Cared, celebrated,the moments of fallen days,nostalgically memorized,some path traveled with an army of own, the ruling legends, a family, not at home. A group of persons, met in different phases of life, a stranger at first, and a friend at the end.some met at childhood, some at young and some will be with me… Continue reading A FAMILY, NOT AT HOME | FRIENDSHIP DAY SPECIAL | POEM