A Few Explanations

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When I smiled at my world

I retraced a track of favor

She had offered me

I helplessly stared at her

And stood with a query in mind

Why can’t she sense it?

I knew there were answers

She had to confess

Maybe, a few explanations

Crafted to stop me from her

But I was a meaningless chapter

Who failed to understand her

Who followed her everywhere

Who questioned her emptiness

Who stopped her many times

When she wanted her freedom

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Nameless Writer

I’m a nameless writer

She is my sole subject

A few characters, in addition

To attach a life in to a story

And here is my life story

That lives inside my soul

Rolls in and out for a flow

Which reflects the minutes

Already passed, and days, years

Yet to come, to spill the ink

On that white paper, where I write

But the naughtiness of ink

Clears the beauty of my thoughts

To showcase an imaginary

Tale, still to be written

With the same characters

Blends by the changes in their lives

From being natural to artificial

Clears their past to present

To accept my story smells with her scent.

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A Thread of Her Memories

I peered deeper into the mirror

Her image- she wasn’t there

I cleared my clueless mind

Her change- an unseen shadow

I waited for her, doubtlessly

Her smile- a breaking thought

I stood there, still in agony

Her absence- story of my present

I fell down, not to stand today

Her death- my afterlife.

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Nirbhaya- My Sister

She’s a young Indian daughter

She loved her parents like living gods

She’d her unending dreams to conquer

She’d her illimitable choices of freedom

She worked for the poorest ones

She studied to rise and shine

She lived for what she learnt

She roamed around New Delhi, that night

She’d enjoyed the moments of night’s charm

She’s on her way back to entire darkness

She’s reacted powerfully, but nobody cared

She’s slaughtered for her laughter

She’s brutally handled by a group of morons

She’s left at the corner, helplessly to endure the pains of scars

She’s determined not to leave even at the worst

She’s survived to ascend and catch her life

She hadn’t even had time to withstand it, any longer

She’d left, kept everybody in her wing

She is a sacred light for the humanity

She is my sister, a woman whom I respect the most

She is Nirbhaya, a dotted signature in my blood’s diary

Note: “When being raped, she shouldn’t fight back. She should just be silent and allow the rape. Then they’d have dropped her off after ‘doing her’, and only hit the boy.”, Mukesh Singh, one among the molesters of Nirbhaya case, stated on a documentary, which highlights the facts of incident happened on 16th December 2012, covered by Leslee Udwin, BBC.

“Will you do the same against a woman from whom you’ve gained the right to be alive?”

I don’t dare whether he’ll either say yes or no, it might be a yes!

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A Devil’s Action In My Life

It was a midnight of woe and pain

That life hit his heart in vain

Entitled by so many choices

He’d never taken in the past

A period of knowing rights and lessons

Bounded with the tricky, fakely rules

Written in the minds of everybody

Changed him from known to unknown

His life imagined to take a piece

Of time broken by a mysterious evil

Down in the aisle of that mountain

Where nobody lived, except the shadow

Of an evil’s tale and his duly actions

He left from everybody to seek for him

As he knew that this evil’s side

Had talked to him once before

In an absurd dream- an evil

Caught him, harmed him in a den

Truly mysterious, not a story from fantasies

There was no air, no sunlight, but full of darkness

When he was awake, his body had shivered, sweated

He had seen nobody, he stood up to see him alive

He called out loudly, he looked around

To seek for a clue from his life, a few minutes ago

The evil’s action was a mystery, he accepted

He walked out from the den, though he was upset

He pulled him out from the dream

He woke up, still with so many regrets

That life had given him yet another mystery

Where he acted for a cause to know that unknown

And now he’s counting his footsteps to know that known.

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Love And His History

She whispers, in silence

For those myriad of sacrifices

Made for him, to be with him

Memories of their lovely days

Flashes in her mind, enlightens

A few naked portraits of his smile

Conquered by a sacred heart’s will

Forever to dwell within their dreams

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Sometimes, realities are harsher

To cope up with a symbol of rear

View figure of an imperial future

Where she wished for a wonderful life

Enriched with his love in fantasies

But the life ahead of her sparkling eyes

Says it all- that love is a mystery

That his love was her timely history.

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There he is, all-alone

To think of his love

In unbearable pain

His only wish to live for her

And to rise for her

Even at the worst times

Without forgetting the least

About her- his life.

~

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Our Story

As the wind swifts away

From her, she draws a ray

Of sunshine to fall over him,

Cuddling the shadow’s rhyme,

For hiding beneath the crime,

A passionate art of succulent

Drops killing his perennial scent

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Who am I?

Who is He?

Who’re We?

Words of mystery

Lying behind the story

Embolden them, later

Under the beam’s width

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She’s his eerie glory,

An untainted missy,

Comes out from a sleek

And an agile wind’s glint

Following his shortest foot-step

Until he raises her up,

On her hips

~

His life

Her soul

Their bond

Unites them

Inside a mightily prison

And love’s their reason.

~

 Across the blue ocean

They see a lean,

Fervent charisma of light

Pouring down the brightest

Ray to fall over them,

Bind them, unite them

As the strongest image, anew.

~

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