Bleeding Poetry
The Diary By The Sea
Grab my first collection of Poetry on Love Hope Courage and Pain
The Guilt
The guilt that I denied that beggar
When a coin was just a meager
I could have helped that blind
Whom for no reason I declined
The guilt of leaving her alone
The guilt of minding my own
When I look back at the sand
Lonely footprints with no helping hand
So much of fortune, but none to share
Instead of ecstasy, why such despair
Now in the world, vast as sea
I find only me.
Pay Back
All the wounds can’t be healed
All her scratches can’t be filled
All the pains can’t be washed
All her stories can’t be quashed
All the scars can’t be painted
All her memories can’t be faded
But she endured, all the attack
Now was her time, to pay it back.
A Letter To My Best Friend
Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair
Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care
Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk
Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk
Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind
Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind
My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse
Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe
Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife
Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life
I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue
I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you
My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird
I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd
Won’t you come back, see what I am going through
I am not in love; I am too much used to you.
Dad’s Princess
From the breaking of dawn, he worked like a clock
Relentlessly without a flinch, then too exhausted to walk
Limbs entirely drained, clothes partially stained
Distress was never less, in a world full of mess
Crushed by the pebbles, in dearth of petals
Keeping up the fight, reached home by twilight
Life returned, when his princess hugged him tight.
His gloomy face glowed, like a dead rivulet flowed
Jovial laugh, carefree shrieks, tiny eyes, flossy cheeks
For a man agonized, she was love epitomized
She would jump and leap, in his lap she would sleep
Her beauty-his hope, her smile-his strength
For joy in her heart, he would go to any length
Comfort to his bruises, delight to his view
Like colors of rainbow, scattered on a dew
He embraced her close, he kept her warm
For daughter till eternity, he would fight the storm.
Unchaining Herself
Within the walls, her world was confined
To serve others, her role was defined
To cook, to wash, to clean, to sweep
Finding corner, solitarily she would weep
Used, abused, beaten, slapped
Body, soul, shadow trapped
Her ritual of the day, whatever men would say
No one bothered, she died everyday.
When did she break, out of her den
When did she learn, to stand beside the men
How did she know, to gain control over her tears
Was it all of a sudden, or a pain of thousand years
Now she has become, what she had never been
She talks like the king, she walks like the queen
She speaks, she thinks, she craves, she aspires
She dreams, she loves, she works, she desires
But there are thorns, and wolves on the street
There are frightening eyes, not easy to defeat
Will she fall back, will her courage die?
But she has got her wings, she is ready to fly.
Reasons to Survive
Questioning self, the reasons to survive
I realized a few, enough to be alive
To touch, to savor, to love, to feel
To soak in grief, to be wounded to heal
To burst into laughter, to break down in tears
To be afraid of darkness, then to fight your fears
To make mistakes, to fall, then show courage to stand
To be brave to bow, to give someone your hand
To be depressed and trapped, to repent, to mourn
To resurrect, to relive, to learn to be reborn
So when I leave forever, I leave behind my trace
A few will surely smile, when they remember my face.
She was Sold
No one asked, no one cared, what dreams she carried
A family came to see her; it was her age to be married
She was adorned with silk and loaded with gold
The strangers liked her skin, and her body was sold
Now she would serve her man, but her soul would rust
Her emotions would wither, to sand and to dust
Her childhood would miss, her heart would seek
The boy who stole her lunch, the hands which pulled her cheek
How they would run to the hills, to swing under the tree
They would gaze the sunset, the clouds, still carefree
They would join their hands, and swing up in the sky
The wind would talk of their love, the birds wouldn’t deny
But their love was killed, and wind could feel the despair
Two other kids were swinging now; love was back in the air.
