"Faces"

Chiseled my gravel dark and bright,
with faces holding me so tight,
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Isn't it clear?
Don't you see I have that natural flair,
Beat me, throw me:
I won't stop, It's clear.

Faces, Faces everywhere,
None so real, none so true.
Why are those faces holding me tight?
Shun all ordeals or let me fight.

Where have I come?
"She is novice", says some.
Look here, I am basking in sunshine.
Come not near me: I am fine.

Chiseled my heart upright,
Words- Bitter than fever,
Finding hard to swallow; Bestowed with more on a platter.
Tears- As sweet as honey,
I held them to not let fall.

See those faces,
holding me tight,
None so real, none so true.

Faces, Faces everywhere...

"Life- A Roller Coaster"

Those days when sun burned, I adored crimson red.
It reminded me of the time when heart was free and mind was no longer bounded
in the shackles of untold misery; Good night’s sleep, peaceful surroundings, and mother’s lap.
What else can toddler expect?

It was 2+2=4 (simple equation); Nobody demanded proof of existence.
Mind didn’t search for an alternative- It was good to cry out loud and bury the pain at once.
To fight over little things and feeling dejected when life threw back- It was an open live show.

Now, when the equation has turned complex,
heart is bound in the shackles of untold misery.
It’s been ages since I guffawed- Somewhere between keeping up with the world and making up for lost things, shit happened- Life.
It’s been ages since I cried out loud to express my feelings- Somewhere between burning on an edge to burning from inside, shit happened- Life.

I used to hate being a loner; I had friends to play with.
Now, loneliness is my only friend- Time burns and so does the goodness.
It’s been ages since someone asked about me- Somewhere between stepping stones and building bridges, shit happened- Life.
It’s been ages since I revealed my true emotions- Somewhere between learning life hacks to getting pragmatic, shit happened- Life.

I crave for the time when I was toddler,
it’s long gone yet the vague hope makes me smile.
Somewhere between spending money to earning money, I realised one thing- All that glitters is not gold.
And somewhere between being innocent to being mature, shit happened- Life.

"Déjà vu"

On the cliff, I stand again,
waiting for the light to come.

I know I am being selfish,
trying to pacify my bruised heart.
My life is taking steep turns;
soul is being torn apart by the tremors of guilt.

If I could get another chance,
to repair what is already been damaged.
I promise, I would fight like a warrior,
and bring home the souvenir of audacity.

I remember those dark days,        
when I was struggling for light to come.
My lost soul trying to find its direction,
and I was bestowed with those scars of failure.

I won’t give up now,
I can feel the pain,
and I can sense the unpredictable.
Oh! I wish this could seize,
to give rest to my tormented soul.

Once again, my life is dismantled.
I can feel the pain, those dark days are back.
It’s nothing but Déjà vu.

Oh! I wish this could be an end,
but here I am, standing so strong.
It’s time to put up a brave strife, once again.

Now, I long for peace,
to strengthen my feeble heart.
I wish, I could erase this Déjà vu
but it goes on, allowing me to recreate history
once again.