He spoke of a God unseen,
A messenger of his desires.
Underneath that mask,
Lay a soul, black as coal.
His shadow, an epidemic.
It encroached all around him,
The fire, bringing a deeper darkness.
And as the light left their eyes,
They looked for solace,
To the God unseen.
The unseen, who sees nothing.
The ashes left behind,
The crimson of innocence,
As we slaughter our own,
In the name of love.
Yet, again I hope,
That the lights keep burning,
Just a little bit longer.
Maybe this time,
I’ll find a reason to believe.

The night on the rooftop

The night today, is as dark as can be
Not a sound to be heard
Not a shadow to be seen

Just silence, as we sit on the rooftop
And you draw back into your shell
A shell, that wouldn’t be
If you could see what I see
Oh, the world is a cruel place
But you, you make it beautiful
Magic, that’s what you are
A scintillating spark of madness

Your eyes paint a world, that knows no pain
And your voice, a symphony of words
In your heart, you hold a light
That the dark fears to touch
And that snaggle toothed smile
That smile of yours, stops time

So break that shell, step out now
As life grabs you by the hand
And plummets you down
Brush it off, and face the climb
And in your stride, take it all
Just one step at a time

And in your palms, you will hold
Your dreams, that were too big
As you rise, and stumble and fall
And brush it off and start again

In silence
We sit on the rooftop
And in silence I wait
As you break down your walls

The night today, is beautiful as can be
Not a sound to be heard
Not a shadow to be seen

The Beautiful and Terrible World – Slam Poetry

This is my first poetry for which many people deserve credit. It was a group effort, which turned out beautifully! Written by me and Elaine (do visit her blog here!), scrutinized and modified by Niharika, and all the moral support provided by Stuti, here’s another addition to our overflowing Flatmate Goals!

Another beautiful day!                                                                                 Another terrible day!

What’s so beautiful about
Wars and blood baths?

Wars are also waged for good
For change, and everyday
Is better than the last!

Good? The world has locked away
All the good it once knew
And the demons that they created
Are right in front of you!
Everywhere I see is anguish,
Pain, sorrow and despair!
Nothing ever seems fair!

What is not fair?
You see those little kids
Filled with hopes and dreams?
They have so much 
To offer to the world!

They? They grow up!
And all their hope is leeched
Right out of them
And their dreams are crumbled 
Into a million pieces!

Yes! They grow up.
To fight for what is right, 
To remove traces of sorrow, 
To strive for peace,
To abolish evil.
They speak!

And they are shot
Right in the head!
Their throats cut through.
Their voices silenced forever.

Their voices made a difference
It’s their acts of kindness and sacrifice
Which ignites a spark in us
A positive action,
A chain reaction,
Till the whole world is alight!

And where was this light?
When she screamed for help!
No one dared to move a muscle
Nor spoke for her. Well,
She died of course!
Where was this kindness
When she was killed in the womb?
When she was left beside a garbage can!
When she was looked down upon!

But now she fights!
So, no-one suffers her fate.
She is a phoenix of justice
Reborn from the ashes
Shining brightly, smiling gently!
What’s not beautiful?
And amongst all this cynicism
People still fall madly in love.
Slowly driving the darkness away.

Love? Love is brutally murdered!
It is hunted, till slaughtered!
All in the name of religion and caste.
Love is reviled…

Yet love is alive
Why don’t you ask the ones?
Who loved and survived!
Whose hope was revived
Because their families fought for them
The world stood with them
This world has taught us
To open our arms and
Welcome love, peace and prosperity.
It has taught us that
Little girls can be warriors.
And little boys, sometimes

Just need someone
To wipe the tears off their face.

It has indeed!
Taught us that humans are humans.
The diminishing characters they are
Surpassing even the greatest demons.

No! It has taught us that
All humans are not monsters.
The nurturing goodness they have
Can uproot any evil from within!

What a terrible world!

It’s a beautiful world!

If I Could Meet Me – Slam Poetry

If I could get on a time machine
I would meet the little girl
Who was still taking life, one day at a time
Who still had her heart filled with wonder
And I would tell her to never lose that spark in her eyes
I would tell her that her hands have the power to move rocks
And that her feet were made to walk miles and climb mountains
And if she ever feels burdened
All she has to do is let go of the weights
I would tell her not everyone will stay in her life forever
And that’s okay
I would tell her not to worry if life seems bleak
Because ten years down the line, the pieces will fit together
I would tell her not to stress so much over her future
Because ten years down the line, she still won’t have the answer
But her uncertain life in her imperfect little world
Will make perfect sense to her
I would tell her never to be ashamed
To let out the child within her heart
I would tell her that she’d never be old enough for cartoons
And that her little bed, crowded with her favorite stuffed toys
Will still always have enough place for her and her big dreams
I would tell her never to lose the spark of hope in her heart
And when the world forces cynicism and defeat down her throat
Quenching her thirst to make a difference
I would tell her that a little girl with big dreams and sparkly eyes
Will be waiting for her right here

Goodbye, dear father

When I saw you today,
When I saw you, lifeless
I thought back to fonder days

When you held my hand
And taught me how to walk
When you carried me around
Proudly, on your shoulders
When you hugged me
Every time you came home from work
When you taught me all
You thought I should know

As time took its toll
We did grow apart
But the fondness in my heart
Never went away

And today, you left
Without a goodbye
And all we have left
Are memories
But every time we think of you,
Dear father, we’ll think of you
Only with love

As you lie there, lifeless
I fight back tears
I have to be strong now
For mother, for myself

But don’t you worry
This too, shall pass
And I’ll be the brave little boy
You raised me up to be

So goodbye, dear father
Don’t you worry now
We have each other
And you, in our hearts

Goodbye, dear father
Rest in peace, now

Two of my friends recently lost their fathers. This poem is dedicated to both of them. I’m sure this poem didn’t do justice to how you must have felt, and I apologize for that.

I can’t even begin to comprehend what you would have gone through. But all I can do is assure you, that this too shall pass.  

The Walk Back Home

As I walked down the road,
The time told me,
It was too late to be out alone.
Frightened by the empty street,
I walked along, faster.
Darkness is a great catalyst.
And suddenly, I heard footsteps,
Someone walking behind me.
Thump thump thump.
If I was frightened before,
I was terrified now.
A million possibilities crossed my mind.
I’m strong.
I kept walking, faster.
Thump thump thump.
Faster, faster.
Was I being unreasonable?
I turned around and saw a man,
Walking, looking at his watch.
Thump thump thump.
He looked at me.
Be brave.
And he walked away.
Thump thump thump.

It was then that I realized,
What the world had been reduced to.
In our dark, twisted minds,
Humanity has been leeched out,
And all we see are demons,
Lurking in the shadows,
Fed by bold black prints on white.
This is how it ends.
The mighty two-legged beasts,
Bringing us to our fall.

NaPoWriMo Day 30: Agnipath – A Translation

Prompt: Because we’ve spent our month looking at poets in English translation, today I’d like you to try your hand at a translation of your own. If you know a foreign language, you could take a crack at translating a poem by a poet writing in that language.

For today’s prompt, I will be translating a very well known poem by a famous Hindi poet, Harivansh Rai Bachchan. Instead of a word-for-word translation, I’ve made a few changes. I hope you all like the poem 🙂



Even if trees surround you,
Gigantic and plentiful,
For the shade of even a single leaf,
Don’t hope, don’t beg, don’t ask.
Walk on the path of fire!

You will never tire,
You will never stop,
You will never turn back,
Take this oath, make this vow.
Walk on the path of fire!

It is indeed a spectacle,
To see the man who walks,
In tears, sweat and blood,
Covered, soaked and drenched.
And still treads the path of fire!

NaPoWriMo Day 29: I Remember

I remember the young girl
Gentle, trusting and kind

I remember taking leaps of faith
My heart and soul, still unscathed

I remember falling prey
To the vagaries of time

I remember the world
Destroying my very essence

And everything that made me
Wilting, slowly dying

I remember the burning flame
That defined my existence

Now, it stands doused
Into tiny spark of hope

I remember the world
Slowly turning darker

With each passing year I realized
Everything doesn’t shimmer and sparkle

And the darkness of the world
Slowly took hold of my soul

Engulfing me in the shadows
Lurking in every corner

But my darkened soul still holds on
To that tiny spark of hope

Prompt: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,” or leave them all in, or leave just a few in. At any rate, hopefully you’ll wind up with a poem that is heavy on concrete detail, and which uses that detail as its connective tissue. Happy writing!