Popping up

Popping up

When I am going to work
Why don't I see you
Spread all around
When I am at work
Why don't I listen to you
Trying to whisper all over my ears
When I return I don't feel you
You are still missed why is this

When I fight with people around
Bleed and kill, snatch and deceive
Cheat and skirmish
You are there I know
Popping up and down
In and out of me
Yet I don't listen to see you

To the blind your gifted eyes are in the dark
In a moment comes that little sight
And goes
Don't keep me under the blanket
Open it for me, us
So we could listen, feel and see in the blank

A leaf that dropped

A leaf that dropped

A leaf dropped before me…

Full of scribbles I did not understand;

The language, the letters were different,

I sat by the lake and held it for long…

It was yellowed by time I tried to smell;

Who could the writer be I wondered!

Where did the leaf come from,

I saw afar a jhalmuriwala and thought it might

Have been jhalmuri he sold on;

I smelt again but there as no trace or any morsel left

Of food in it…but there were thoughts

That ran in lines from one side to the other.

It seemed old yet words were trembling,

The ink was blue that melted roughly in between

Like raindrops.

Out of mind

Out of mind

I must be out of my mind,
To think that to me I was so unkind,
Looks borrowed from the outer world,
Have mirrored and judged with bruising words.

I must be out of my mind,
To know that I could never find,
The heart that lies and taps within,
Was there with me through thick and thin.

I have to tell my friends the same,
Let them pass through fame or shame,
To take some time to pause re-wind,
To talk befriend their winsome mind.

Challenge

There is challenge
To take the l l e out
That's what it's about

The first line

First line comes as is
Rest try to arrive to be
Struggling butterflies 

similar

similar

I am sad not happy 
Saying thus, 
I hold the entire world 
In my hand. 

Sadness is a common gene 
We have in our veins, 
What an omnipresent morphine 
That spreads from our brains. 

Irrelevant

Irrelevant

Pelting a stone

Melts into a river...

Flowers showered on a stone

Fall without shiver...

A little shift in sound

For the notes to sing!

Sense floats above beneath around

Until with its wing

It searches for a ground.

It's about irrelevance... like throwing a stone in water in order to hurt..

In sanity

In sanity

If a part is part of something, 
It is also apart from it… 
It moves so slowly bit by bit 
Until the part takes everything. 
  
If nothing’s something of anything, 
It makes it all so credible... 
Perfect sense turns positive when 
Nothing is possible. 

A silly note

A silly note

Loving the loved,
What so big a deal;
Liking those alike,
Not a great skill.

Loving the troubled,
To help them heal;
Liking the unlike,
To uncap the seal.

Easy to make borders,
Of crazy good and bad;
Those who give orders,
Are worried and sad.

The poem i know's blunt,
With childish old rhyme;
What a silly grunt,
From an outdated myme.

adultery without punctuation

adultery without punctuation

our eyes met 
not a word exchanged of what we fully meant 
our spouses asleep as it were, silent 
we drew each other as off we went 

what a shameful act yet how wonderfully built 
we're doomed to stay in the awful guilt 
we are such monsters we are such a cheat 
it is also a couple defeat