A Silent Promise of Togetherness!

Two friends
Alone with tears
But together to smile
For the sake of
A silent promise
Of togetherness...

she fights with him
he yells at her...
but for the fact
they need each other..







Together like shadow
not love,
but more than that
a neediness of bliss
and an urge to live..

when together
they laugh
and they play
she leans on him
and flutter with birds
like no one is around
coz she knows
for the fact
that she is safe and she`s sound...

he wants her to feel
that same he does
but she betrays the reason
to Love!
coz she`s afraid
that love might set them apart
she says love is tough
and it’s damn hard...

once he slept
and in his sleep
he dreamed
and in his dream
he went to heaven
and there he plucked
a strange and beautiful flower
and when
he woke up
he had that flower in his hand
ah, what then?

"you are the strength that keeps me walking
you are the hope that keeps me trusting
you are the life to my soul
you are the purpose to my everything..."

meeting her was somewhat the same...

but he un-reasons his love
just to make her smile
so the acceptance of love
is not what he needs
the object of obsession
is that “togetherness”
which is beyond his Love!

alone he dwells
with a secret suffering
but his lips are formed
in such a way
that she never knows
his pain and cries

but he has a wish
that even if he dies
upon his grave
place a dove
to show the world

That he died for Love...

My Empty Rhymes

Every now and then,
People ask me
About the way I write…
They say, I write too deep
And all my epics weep..

Don’t ask me,
Why I write this way
Coz I won’t be able to say
Don’t ask me,
Why happiness has ran away
Coz I won`t be able to say..

I cry while I write,
Then how can my write-ups smile?
I too want to write something cheerful
But those blissful words I can’t compile...

Crap … m stuck in a mess
Only I can create lost rhymes,
Don’t yell at me when it goes off-track
Coz I`ve tried a million of times...

I agree to the fact
That my poems have too much HATE
It`s nothing but
A reflection of my inner soul,
Filled with darkness..
Filled with grief..
At odds I am,
And that’s my brief...

Have you ever thought for a while?
Sadness resides beyond my smile
Frustrated I am, with no motivation,
Restless I am, with a lot of aggression..

A desolated soul and a desolated mind,
I am the only one of my kind.

Yet…..
I love what I write…I write what I feel
And this is how my wounds heal !!

And now I hope you have started to see,
A little piece of empty me..
I want you all,
To spend some empty time,
On reading this empty rhyme,

Yes…they make no sense,
They give no inspiration
But above of `em all
They carve MY satisfaction

With you yet alone...

It`s 2 o`clock in the morning
Struggling to sleep...
Scared I am,
With a grief to weep

Carrying my wounds,
From all day long
Remembering that breathe...
Which comes from your song

It`s easy to hide tears from the world
But can’t do the same with my loneliness...
It asks me questions that I avoid,
And brings me back to the mess

Though you are here along with me
Though together we laugh & we glee,
But yet I feel a gap...
A gap which only I can feel,
And actually which you don’t want to
A gap that is making my wounds deeper n deeper...
A gap filled with tears,
A gap filled with sorrow,
My life is been paused,
Let me go to my tomorrow...

I wish I could show you
How it feels,
To search for that love
Which you said was all above...
I wish I could show you
How it feels,
To search that tight grip
Which you said was like a honeymoon trip...
I wish I could show you
How I`m crying, sitting on my way
How I`m dying, day- by-day...

I lived for you,
But now I really don’t have any clue
What I would be doing without YOU !!

But this time,
I won`t tell you to come back
Neither will I beg in front of you,
But yet I will love you till the word exists...

Don’t know who was wrong, don’t know who was right,
Just a regret about how things turned dark overnight !

Rue of The Night ... aN iMaGiNaTiOn !!

Sometimes... when imagination goes beyond the grip such things come up :)

Once...on the way of my night walk
a very strange thing happened to me,
a voice popped from behind
but there was no one I could see...


I was surprised
and a little scared too,
wondering as if it`s a ghost
I asked who are you ??


The reply that came,
was shocking & sounded uptight
I started shivering from tip-to-toe
when I heard "its me THE NIGHT"


Holding my nerves,
I started to walk
But the voice stopped me again
saying "can we please talk"..


How can "The Night" speak ??
I asked to no one out there,
It said - If a man can then why can`t I..??
Your question is so unfair ..!!


THE NIGHT :-

Why everyone leaves me alone ?
Why darkness has been made my companion ?
Why can`t you all feel my pain ?
Loneliness is what all I`ve got..
And from the beginning I`ve been insane.

I feel jealous from "THE DAY"
It has got everything with it`s way,
the sun & you all,
even birds & animals are there...
But when it comes to me (THE NIGHT)
Everything just disappear ...

with dark naked sky,
beneath which only silence fly,
weeping streets & screaming air,
and those scary sound continues to blare...

From decades I`ve been waiting for my answers,
How much more will I have to wait ??
I`m fed of this never ending life
I need an exit gate...!!