An Acid Attack

Her beauty disturbed a sick shadow

That dared to deform a creation
And burn humanity's sacredness
And degrade his own filthy self

The heinous moment melted her
Incessant pain scorched her heart
And she cried 'O Lord'
Amidst her afflictions, faceless
 
Poor foolish fellow failed
To destroy her vibrant soul
Her dreams were her possessions
Providing true beauty's knowledge
 
The fight was ferocious
And angels comforted the brokenness
The ache subsided, blots remained
And life was altered beyond recognition
 
What's vengeance or jealousy, but blindness
Hellfire comes closer through misdeeds
Why brutality shows itself in fiery form
And there's a place for baseness like scorn
 
An acid attacker, cowardice's victim
Is hell's future inhabitant
In vain who burns to burn
But her strong soul shall strive and survive

A Love Song

Don't ask me who am I

find yourself in my eyes
life wrapped you as a shiny surprise
Ruby like are your twinkling eyes
 
May distance become distant
And peace grow each instant
Stardust is sprinkled by your shine
At least someone is mine
 
Sky showers more drops
A thought stumbles and hops
You enter my mind's window like sun
And turn to moon as the day is done
 
Overwhelmed with a feeling obscure
May be your smile can cure
How long will the charm last let me know
For before too tender passion did flow
 
Is it a dream or reality tell me
For your face is blurred, a dream let it be
Ah yes my eyes have left the unfamiliar room
Yet roses outside the window are in bloom
 
Don't ask me who am I
Find yourself in my eyes
Scent of sand mesmerize my mind
Do come in reality, be kind

In the last semester

In school's first day

Rolled tears, shone fears,
In time I learnt to learn
And passed like clouds, the years.
 
From tenth things changed,
Future pathways looked strange
The roads turned like jalebis,
Softy got accustomed to change.
 
In twelfth the atmosphere eased,
As well as turned tense,
The heavy physics, chemistry books,
As pillows made sense.
 
All cages seemed to vanish,
After the last board exam,
New tiresome pursuits emerged,
Life's journey was partly calm.
 
College life, an interesting phenomenon,
Embraced like none before,
From first year kid to a third year chap
A gown of memories time wore.
 
As the last semester seeps away,
Heart's castle hums a tune,
This is the moment to cherish,
Go hand in hand with moon.
 
The last semester, like a scenery,
Is but a fluttering butterfly,
The days will disappear, in misty nights,
In old books will be trapped, the hues of sky.
 
Let laughter cease not,
And like pearls be tears hidden,
Go create memories with pure hearts,
In the last semester.
 
As it's about to end,
Wishes of peace are to be sent,
As roads are ready to diverge,
At future crazy ride's advent.
 
Schooling done with, end now the college days,
A childish wish to get away with studies,
Seems a tragicomedy, a bad joke
Now deeper is the craving for buddies.
 
We shall meet in dreams,
All beads passing through a thread
Reality is what, who knows,
Just move on, and smile instead.

The Interview Tales

As the stress exceeded for tomorrow’s route

The overwhelmed heart turned mute,

Words plunged into a paper white,

Next day’s interview thoughts bloomed at night.

The roads new welcomed with style,

Like a sly inhabitant’s smile,

Lone traveller went on chasing stars,

Via autos, buses and metro chariots.

Delhi was explored like never before,

‘Who are you’ kept knocking at mind’s door,

The questioning new faces of interviewers,

Some were familiar, some like intelligent TV viewers.

Oh that solitude, confinement to a dull room,

Frequent whispers of strangers, excitement, gloom,

Oh that nervousness of selection,

And carefulness for prevention of rejection.

The innocent autowallahs, cyclical running,

And sudden bliss of destination reaching,

The misunderstanding of Costa Coffee,

To Post Office and resultant laughter toffee.

The funny realization of having grown,

No silly pranks, but responsibility to own,

In a series of interviews, the world was seen,

Enriched with experiences, how precious the days have been. 

The Little Neighbourhood Child

There’s a neighbourhood child
Ever ready with train of queries
What’s this, what’s that?
Why this, why that?
Oft she comes and finding me reading
Spreads her blank pages
Of ‘how’ and ‘why’

She seeks to record
Some hidden treasures
Like a white dove
Pecking at tiny thoughts
Like a fire-fly
With fiery feathers
Her sense of wonder
Is like the blue ocean.

Just colours to cover
The naked sky
Just dew to wrap
The delicate flowers at dawn
She likes to chirp and twitter,
Or write with sketch-pens
She draws lines and strange shapes
Of some better world
She roams in dreams.

Can’t read yet but makes sounds
Repeats confidently the phrases heard
Pretends to be a bird
Sings songs with great intensity
Walks not but hops
As if an invisible spring
Is attached to her flowery slippers

She hasn’t yet seen school
Watches Doraemon with admiring eyes
With a tiny mouth wide open
And eyes unblinking
Tries to grasp some sense
And abundant mischiefs
Keep glittering on her face
Like a diamond necklace

Marriage celebrations attract her
Imitates secretly her mother
With lovely eyes wherever she looks
Love is born in hearts!
Her laughter is like the rustling of leaves
Or speedy turning of pages
Or a kite in flight

She’s like a baby sparrow
Getting ready for flight
Innocence is her beauty
And curiosity her wings
May the air be kind to her!
May her feathers be true friends!
May the Almighty Creator bestow upon her
Infinite reasons to smile…

A Woman’s Identity

The beasts keep murdering humanity,

Blame the victim’s clothes, poor vanity!

The cowards keep dancing to evil tunes,

Devastating the worldly abode into ruins.

Blame game since ages has been played well,

Innocents were tortured, veiled horrific farewell.

A woman ordained excessively,

Barriers, shackles do bind terribly.

‘Respect’ a word that must be taught,

Through iron rods, a war is to be fought.

The burnt hopes of better world shall rise with higher flames,

We shall strike and strike, to perfect our aims.

The darkness can’t be blamed for choosing the wrong way,

The illumined minds do find the right way.

A lesson, a lesson must be taught, to wild lions not in cage,

Sky shall be touched by our cries of freedom and rage.

A woman is society’s part as men, an equal deserver of respect,

Not a show-piece fit for home to be decked!

But to walk shoulder to shoulder with men,

Underneath her feet paradise lies!

A Piece of Paper

A piece of paper

Lying or flying

Or kept on the table

Feelings written

With heart’s ink

And simplicity’s color

After efforts

Like diving for pearls

Or striving for betterment

Or climbing the mountains

Given a chance

To be read

Someday

Preparation and all

For days to come

Innocence radiating

True hopes and peaceful thoughts

The dawn arrives

Sun rises gloriously

Racing against time

Missing duties

For inspirational beauties

In the act of recitation

Waited, wait, waiting

Some acid burning the heart

Ache within

Tears gushing forth

No time left for recitation

Betrayal, lie clouds

Raining shocks

The end

Sorry!

The paper lost

Fallen, broken in bits

Collected waste thrown away

To a wasteland

Dispersal

Silence

Broken-hearted

Yet hopes, not giving-up

Hopes immortal

Next paper ready

New day’s dreams

Thoughts again

Golden sunshine

Silvery moonlight

Forgotten pains

Till the last day

Devouring the fruits of life

And salad of sadness

And spice of shocks

Till the last breath

Immersed in goodness

Kindness befriended

Till the first meeting

With God

From the bed of grave to the bed of heaven

From darkness to light

A piece of paper

Of hopes and dreams.