Smile?.. Absent..

Smile?.. Absent..

Smile?.. Absent..

Strolling this morning,
I stood beneath a tree.
No dancing leaves,
No swaying branches,
mysterious it occurred to me.

The sky was empty,
Not a single bird flew.
Silence gushed everywhere,
Like a city in curfew.

The life disappeared
from trees,
from birds.
And for a human,
quest appeared.

As I walked pass the road,
I flung down a rock.
I saw her sitting,
on a bench in the garden,
which was just the next block.

Like a solved mathematical problem,
Now every twist I understood.
Answer to the dullness today,
Sat on the bench,
under the red hood.

She had silkiest the hair,
But today,
Not a strand ruffled.
Her eyes were gleamy,
But today,
they welled.
She had the happiest smile,
in the world of obsessed,
But today,
under that smile,
She was depressed.


#night poetry


The Green Dot

love on the internet

The Green Dot

We shared our thoughts,
But never saw each other’s expressions.
We laughed a lot,
But never heard each other’s voice.

We fought a little,
But still, didn’t witness it in the eyes.
We asked questions,
But never heard any answers.

We whispered a lot,
But never in each others’ ears.
We waited a lot,
But never ended the wait face to face.

We saw each other, a lot,
But never in person.
All we were, active always,
With a Green Dot beside our names.

All we saw, on the keyboard,
Our fingers typing.
All we waited to hear,
Was that notification bing.


Free Bird

free bird image on crumbled paper

One moment you think
the world is in your hands,
and you want to grab it
in your fist
never to let go!
Then at other moment
you realise
She is a free bird
not to be controlled
not to be caught.
Just to be followed
and find happiness
under her free wings.
But you still want her
You still love her.

You want to be the one
To find that happiness
Under her wings.
To take a shelter under them.
You want to be the one,
To encourage and to support her,
To caress her splendid body,
And her omniscient soul
made of strong imagination
and firm decisions.

Oh! how, how you want
to contemplate
her every flight
that makes you feel
like she’s going away
going forever.
Yet you feel
like a tree,
who waits
until her next arrival,
and the next after that

Spending time
her soothing voice
which has ripples
like the water has
when thrown a pebble,
and those songs
about love,
about life,
that music,
that rhythm.
That silence in her voice
beautiful than the starry night.

Like the branches
of a tree
that dance with the wind,
Your heart dances
on her voice-tone
even if its
just on your phone.

How astonishing
how small is this world,
Packed in that
little parabolic
curve on her face.

that world
doesn’t fit
in your fist.
It simply won’t.
For it’s not to be grabbed,
It’s to be hold

She doesn’t need
a controlling fist.
Or a grabbing palm.
All she needs,
is a supporting hand.
To fill more enthusiasm,
more confidence
in her free wings.

She is bird
not to be controlled
not to be caught.
Yet, somehow,
You simply won’t stop
loving her,
following her.

You want to be the one.
You want to be her one.
So simple is the fact,
yet so twirled.
Without her,
there is no other world!



Women Blog

When I was a child I was often asked a question which was difficult to answer. The question was, ‘Whom do you like the most father or mother?’. My reply would generally be like ‘I like them both equally …’ and I would shut myself because that was an ultimately difficult question. And I am sure that most of us have faced the same problem sometimes  at least once in life!

That soft voice, that gentle touch, those gleaming eyes which have the potential to hide all the problems behind their tears, and those magical hands which every time when she cooks leaves you surprised. She is not just a woman but a standalone force of the family. She holds immense love in her heart along with huge courage of facing the hard times. She struggles, she manages, and she has an extraordinary power that puts a smile on all those faces without even saying a single word. She stays back at home and plans the future of her family, she goes for a job and plans a future for her family. Not a single time she thinks of herself but the family. All the love seems like pouring from a flooded river and all the positivity seems to enter the soul when she touches my cheek and tousles my hair. I can’t stop myself from looking back, to see her, standing there at the door, still waving her hand and saying, ‘Come back home soon, I will make your favorite sabzi today’. I wave my hand in return, I turn my face, I struggle hard to stop the tear that is about to roll on my face and I thank god for this precious gift he has bestowed upon me for my entire life. She is an inspiration, she is courage. She is a Mother.

There are times when you feel low, you need to talk to someone yet there’s no one you can find. You try to isolate yourself and lock yourself in your room. And even if you go in public you try to put on a fake smile to manipulate every eye. But, there are still some eyes that catch you in a glimpse. I sat on the stairs, my face buried in my knees and arms covering my ears and face. So tensed and so depressed, it was like the balloon of stress will burst any time inside my head. Then I felt something, a hand rolled swiftly on my hairs. It was so nice, it was so gentle. It was like the hand was sweeping the stress little by little from my head. I felt so calm. Then she spoke, ‘Oye hero, get up, let’s go on a stroll, let’s buy an ice-cream, let’s talk about your heroine..’ and then she laughed, loudly. She kept on laughing and patting me on my back. I smiled under my knees. I got up and saw her smiling face; she is an idiot I thought. She was still laughing. I punched her and hopped down the stairs. She did the same and said, ‘Hero, get ready for an adventure’. She is crazy, yet understanding. She is a guardian for every one of us and guards us against the problems. She is a fantastic person that everyone has. She is a Sister.

Some random day, when you are sitting in the canteen, taking a sip of hot tea. And your eyes peek up from the cup, you see someone and the next thing happens is; you are completely stunned. You can’t move your eyes unless the hot tea burns your tongue. But those two seconds, when your eyes witnessed something marvelously beautiful, come to a halt like a movie has been paused. Everything, except your eyes and her, stops and those two seconds seems like an eternity. You stop sipping the tea until she is there standing at the counter, you can’t afford to waste those precious moments. You know that she doesn’t even know your existence, yet some force strikes your heart and eyes and try to find a connection. Days, weeks, months pass, one day you talk to her. And things get moving on. She cares for you like a mother cares for her child, she loves you till infinity. The burden of problems gets lighter because she is the one strong and firm supporter. You feel crazy, you feel happy around her. You believe in yourself, you start being yourself because she makes you realize your potential. She is not just a woman, she is the one who helps you find yourself and achieve great heights of success. She is a Best friend, she is a girlfriend. Not everyone is lucky to have her but those who have her are among the happiest and the luckiest.

A single 1000 words article about women seems so mediocre, to describe her excellence and her love and her position in our life, but this is the least I can do to show my affection towards her ever kind nature.

Without the support of these three women, life is like a boat in the middle of the ocean with no directions to go.