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My First Video of Poetry
Hi Bloggers !
I do consider myself good with my loner thoughts ! Thinking is an exercise and and it helps one to evolve and refresh.
Just sharing the debut YouTube video link of my channel below…have endeavoured to sound meaningful and sane !
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Happy Blogging
Sin of Being Pure
Rape. Domestic Violence. Physical & Mental Harassment.
Biased Moralities. Prejudiced Priorities. Unwanted Principles.
The following poem is an attempt to express the feelings of a woman in pain by just being a part of our society.
No mirrors tell my story
None paint the pain I drown and die every moment in
Time doesn’t stop to know my part of the death
Introductions rot with a din
I search for heartbeats
In battered pieces of flesh, once they had a soul
Bleeding tears of carrying your disgrace upon me
A dead one with a silent yowl
Loathe me with all you’ve got
Bring all the profane grumblings, unprejudiced or unsure
I’m left with slayed dreams, you took all that was me
My only sin was of being pure
Being Her
Women around us, in our societies, in our workplaces and even in our homes get treated in a demeaning manner.
Do we seek to make a better world without giving respect to our ladies ?
Broken flutes orchestrate a perfect symphony.
A tattered shroud masks the sorrows untamed.
Flowerets shiver in the cold sun masked by smoke.
For her conspicuous dreams – is she to be blamed?
Daubing her skin away from the acidic prejudice
and the sightless hunger for the innocence of her kind.
She works in a yard with the prominent in prey
as the quivering worth of a woman goes to the blind.
With a muted applause from her callous apprentices,
she carries bouquets of smiles covering her sores.
Alive in her own story of a life beyond the tale.
She hides our guiltless shame beneath her toes.
Love Won’t Let Us Give Up
Chasing smeared promises
of an armistice in this commotion
I fought blankness in my words
and the ease in giving up crept inside, somehow.
Living on a boat, stuck in a frozen lake.
Conversing with the emptiness in my ears.
I saw mammoth towers of strength sink quietly.
I saw power of existence give way to reality.
Still, there was a willingness in my dreams
and a last leaf of hope you had given me once.
Holding on to the doors of a personal connotation
was this last verse, waiting, for me to still write.
Yes, I believed in the “me” you once told me about.
I remembered when you said
that if there would ever be a forever,
you and I would be still in love.
So, I jumped into this tomblike dark space
and brought the fight to the moments of despair.
They wounded me with their blessed corruptness
and I choked the last bit of air out of them.
Then you came and carried away
my scarred cradle of skin in your prayers.
When I thought it was all done
and the senses of my clock were half seized.
I woke up in your arms.
I woke up at home.
They Know ME By A Name
They talk about me
after they have torn my heart
and set it ablaze.
Yes, I am the humanity
you find butchered on the streets
They painted pictures of me
and cried in prayers
as they celebrated faith.
Yes, I am the God
you kill in the name of.
They wrote songs on me
as I was penultimate treasure
for defining the existence of all.
Yes, I am the peace
you trade for the glitter in your pockets.
They know me by a name.
A name not known to me.
Grant Me A Forever
As you walk out of my dreams
Glowing like a new life, every time
I feel like the morning dew kissing your feet
You – my heartbeats’ twinkling shine
Walking on the aisle of my immortality
Draped in the aura of a sanctimonious chant
The love we make completes our prayers
One “forever” the Gods will surely grant
My Gutless Fellow Humans
Here they are,
my gutless fellow humans.
So occupied.
So unconcerned.
Floating in un-confessed misery.
At some corner I see
a homeless old man dying.
So what ? People die.
But excuse me,
this phone call is too important for me.
I curse the system
and the society
when women get raped.
but I never reported
those eve teasers down the road.
Small children begging,
a pathetic site I hate.
Never out of concern, though.
Their faces disgust me.
Don’t tell anyone,
my maid is just thirteen.
I turn the pages of newspaper,
same old stories
of women getting beaten up.
I am a man and my wife
must bloody well oblige me,
otherwise…..
Here they are,
my gutless fellow humans.
…here in my prison
With my soul in my arms
walking miles to taste some fire
I don’t kill someone’s dreams
I just pray and aspire
Can’t be no remorse, no way
Avid love made together
Allies don’t stab on the back
Foes and demons stay closer
No numbness in being dead
I labour day and night
No angels to guide me
No sins – I’m all just right
Here in my prison
Feels better than the heaven
Uncomplicated Stories – A Poem on Autism
This post is an effort to speak the mind of “a special child with autism”.
…and a salute to all those hardworking parents and people working towards spreading awareness about this condition.
AUTISM IS NOT A DISORDER OR DISEASE
Staring at blank spaces in between
I draw stars that twinkle with the sun
Filtering your piteous and wounding gaze
I smile and patiently wait for my turn
Yes, I don’t understand your simple ways
For me it’s not about the answer to find
Uncomplicated stories of being pure
I’m different from you – that too you mind
Don’t feed me a shame or uncommon sense
My importance is for me to carry and know
I walk with desires that don’t hurt anyone
Understanding me – is a skill for you to show
Also read :
The Way I Love
I would love you till the end
…an end with no beginning
Your voice hums and passes by my soul
awakening my heart with your heartbeats.
I sleep with a dream caressing my nights
and see in your eyes how the heaven greets.
All those songs I wrote for you to find,
when your moonlit face glows besides me.
Sing them for us, for no one else to hear.
In your prayers, one day, I shall be free.
Let me just hold you for another night,
and ask this life for its meaning.
Call it madness or just the way I love.
A lot of mad love you would be seeing
I would love you till the end
…an end with no beginning
just spoken thoughts 
