BEHIND THESE EYES......

nobody noticed the wounds i got
nobody noticed my dripping blood
nobody collected my limbs thrown to rot
nobody cared whether i was a bitch or a slut
nobody wiped the tears i shed
nobody accompanied my lonely nights

nobody heard a single word i said

all just pushed me from scaling heights

nobody nurtured this broken child

nobody noticed when i grew old

nobody caressed my pain- severe or mild

nobody pulled my heart out of cold...

all saw a whacky weirdo gone haywire

all mocked my failed tries

nobody, but, saw my flowing tears, tired

nobody saw the pain behind these smiling eyes...

behind these eyes i hide my pain

behind these eyes are my tears

behind these eyes i supress my vain

behind these eyes reside my fears

behind these eyes is the girl,

who's scared of being alone.

behind these eyes is a heart

whose feelings are burried forelorn...

behind these eyes is my outstreched hand

but nobody feels my price

behind these eyes is a kid...

but who cares whats behind my eyes!?!?

on an urge from my friend....here's my first ever "nature poem"......

WHY IS THE TREE STANDING ALONE!?!

this tree was here since i was a child

i still remember playing around it, acting wild

so many memories and talks shared forelorn

even then and right now i wonder

why is the tree standing alone!?!

i remember him plucking its flowers and giving to me

i remember the solicit talks shared till nights, sitting by its knee

i remember how the tree gave its support when we used to climb..

still, why is it so alone, bound in time!?!

i stand here and stare at it in vain

the willowed branches, lush again

not far away the winter breeze

and soon, very soon, this beauty would freeze

still, the spring would come with its colourful throne

yet again, this tree would be standing alone!!

so much it has endured, so much it would see

it has even seen me grow up and grow detached

so much has it seed of what i used to be!!

it gave an ear to me everytime i felt low

so many times we have talked, i don't know

it has seen my limits streched until i cloned

it has been with my memories, yet its alone!!

is there a link, or is it just what i see?

sitting here again, glancing at this tree

it bends, it breaks, it gives all, yet doesn't take

it even stands tall when its life is at stake

glancing up at heavens, it is yet not proud

whatever this tree is, i can never make out!!

so many times it gives me a hint

of support, of success and of love's rosy tint...

so many times, it has been like me

so shrivelled in storms to let it be

sometimes so like my grandpa, sometimes so blown

guess its scared of breaking down

thats why this tree stands alone.......

.....this poem of mine is one of my dead favourites.....

......ATTENTION.......

ATTENTION YOU PEOPLE

THE DEVIL IS HERE TO ONCE AGAIN LAY HIS CLAIM

YOU ARE THE SLAVES OF HIS CREATIONS

THE VICES OF THE WORLD AND ILLEGAL PROCREATIONS

HIS SINS FIND ACTIONS IN YOU

HE'LL PAINT THE SKY RED REPLACING BLUE

ATTENTION YOU PEOPLE

YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN TO WITNESS

HOW VAST ARE THE BOUNDARIES OF CRUELTY

AND HOW NARROW IS THE PREVALING NOVELTY

YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN GOING TO ACT

ACCORDING TO HIS WHIMS AND WISHES INTACT

ATTENTION YOU PEOPLE

PAY YOUR ATTENTION AT ONCE

EVEN IF YOU DON'T PAY, YOU CAN'T HELP IT

THE DEVIL IS JUST ABOUT TO RULE YOU

SITTING ON THE VOLCANO OF YOUR OWN SINS

YOU HAVE NO WAY OUT

ACCEPT IT OR REBEL AGAINST

BUT THAT UNKNOWN SLAVERY WOULD PUT YOU TO ROUT!!!

STILL HE CLAIMS....

he cribs all day and night

he beats her during the fight

with bruises he starts her days

and curses her in all possible ways

still he says she's the partner for his life...

still he claims, she's his wife!!

he goes with her to bed

he ignores every tear she sheds

he presses her wounds till they're red

treats her like she's a living dead

never gives a notice to her strife...

still he claims, she's his wife!!

she cannot do anything about it

can't even think of raising her voice even a bit

she can't refute even if she's raped by him

coz she's married, so he has a right on her skin

her life is like walking on the edge of a knife

still he claims, she's his wife!!

(this is based on the scenarios in many houses even today...rural or urban, it doesn' matter anymore.... and i scoff at those women and their grown up kids who don't rebel against domestic violence.... its time that those many Indian women shall go n get some guts...)

THIS WORLD...the fake world!!

this world is a place of bastards and bitches

someone here backstabs and someone ditches!!

the air is full of a lustful breeze

this place is where all goodness freeze

where the saviour spreads blood all around

and the pharos lick it off the ground

its a place where the gods come down for the kill

and the secrets of jesus are on the spill

its only from here the vices start

where the prophets lay bare their sinful hearts...

its all done at a place like this

where on the ground, the goodmen hiss

all here are scared of the light

all hide away from the truth's sight

where men have a dead, decaying blood

and women tend to become a sultry slut

this place is under the authority of the devil

full of lies, crap and honoured evil

the satan rules here and make the norms

about typhonic fun and errupting storms

its fire spread instead of green, some blind

rhis place is the result of people like you and me, having a sick mind!!

THE FRESH BREATH.....

i had friends of mine,

i had some goodies in my cart

i had loved recently

i had given to him my heart

i had laughed with joy

i had danced to the music of life

but somehow these things started seeming of a distant past

it felt that i was engulfed in strife...

i lost myself on the last turn

the round-about which took me away

i was transfixed there in dillemma

i could no more foresee my way...

still in those dark pathways,

my friends stayed, so did my love

a little ray of happiness and hope

was shown to me by an angel sent from above...

the path ahead blurred no more!

the fading tail-lights again in view..

yes, i am breathing fresh again...

from the new window in my house of blues!!!

this is like a tribute to all the kids,,,through one angel who helped me outta my rot....

THE LITTLE ANGEL

this little kid

sat by my side

held my hand

and spoke to my pride....

"what is it?"

those simple words brought me tears

i held her close and hugged her

she soothed my bruise and my fears.

she took my burnt palm in her hands

fanned it with her tender breath

she looked at me with those big eyes

her innocense and care shamed me to death..

"what is it?", she asked again,

all i could do was force a smile

for how could have i spoken my pain?

how could have i showed i was more infantile!?!

she put a caressing hand on my cheek

she unknowingly became my listener

of my silence, of my tears

and of all the things i couldn't have told her...

"mama says that you're brave

and its just that you don't know"

i wanted to share this weakness i had

but not with her, i just couldn't show!

i told her it was all fine

i thanked her for her help
i thanked her to show the little light of hope

which had been lost deep within myself!!

i sat awake for the complete night

going over and over the conversation we had

i wondered how the innocent little maturity of that girl

no longer left me gloomy and sad

so, here i write this poem for you
when you'll grow up, you'll understand

how indebted and greatful i am to you

for on that stormy night, you held my hand!!

you pulled me out of my dungeons

you helped to clear the cobwebs away

you gave me the strength i had lost...

THANKS MY ANGEL....

thank you for showing me the way!!!