Tag: Poetry

  • आईने!

    आईने!

      खुश रहने में और खुश दिखने में अगर फर्क न होता तो मेरे घर क आईने इतनी कहानिया न छुपाते. I am sorry, for translated it will just not mean anything to me and so I leave it just as it is.  

  • You Deserve A Love.

    I read this on the internet today, isn’t it just perfect?

  • I’ll Be A Good Girl….

    Ah! This is such a wonderful sight Away from all heinous plight. Amidst the bed of roses Smelling the smell of happy doses.   The two girls playing Dancing and swaying, Happy, serene Jovial and green.   I love to see them I also want to be them, Playing with…

  • Melancholy.

    All you vain dreams As short as a mid summer night Swift; fleeting; lonely Bestowing me with nothing but melancholy. Fierce as a loving woman’s anger Sweet as the kiss of a passionate lover A bell at dawn; a parting groan- If only I’d be wise enough to see beyond…

  • The Arrested Fear.

    I am sitting Huddled among my friends Or beside my love But I am sitting And I am laughing, talking. I am happy. Or so I thought- For I was sure, sitting But I was alone Where did he go? Why did the people leave me? I was confused Scared.…

  • The Glorious Madness.

    Like a cloud of fire I soar a little higher In the burning light Of that sadistic sun. Sinking-rising- Burning the golden lightening In the broad of daylight. He fears not- Throwing the silver arrows and spheres In the dawn- quite clear The dusk, a little dear He springs, trying…

  • Posies.

    From the dust I rise To the dust I return In an inconsequential flight I rise and I burn. The love, the hate, the humanity All perish therein, The rusting body ends my travellers’ joy Annihilating the very proof of me.  

  • I Smile.

    I burn my body to ashes But my conscience savors and yearns I rot amidst my own ashes But my soul transpires beyond the patriarchal tavern.   I burn and I smile Beyond my submissive rage For I have no dreams Only a small selfish realm.   I burn and…

  • A blackballed blizzard.

    Like the oceans galore My feelings remain Like the prisoners of war.   Concealed Hushed Dejected.   Like the waves tumultuous My thoughts remain Secretively voluptuous.   Melancholic Wretched Rising from the purgatory.   Like the looming storm Burdened, heavy Burning my eyes like a sandstorm.   Hesitantly swarming in…