Every day is filled with the absence;
Of the verses, I cry at night,
I ponder what would happen;
If I bring them out into the light.

My life was seen through lenses,
of the ignorance I worn with pride;
I thought it held my stories,
That I’d forever keep inside.

I would incarnate the eternity;
Inside the dreams after wakening,
As the pieces left in the trance;
Will not last long for cradling

The world said there is no splendour in me,
I am a glim, devoid of my flash;
So, I set my soul on the sacred fire,
To rise like a phoenix from the ash.

The time has a voice,
That the realm we exist uses;
It’s not divided into hours, minutes and seconds,
It’s also made of wounds and bruises.

I carved my greed into the sphere,
Of roving drift to keep my world afloat;
But against the flood of thy wisdom,
They were the sodden paper boats.

Our life is a melody
Of the ones that appeared long,
Singing to the tunes it sees
To create something beyond.

Dad I heard that war kills
So, I want to kill this war
I want you to tell me how.

She got up early in the morning and made her morning tea
She sat sipping it slowly in the verandah green.
The tea was warm and sweet just as she wanted
But she drank it down as if it was totally tasteless.

That thin and slender blade of grass
Peeping between two mighty rocks
Standing tall making space for itself
It teased and mocked at her

I am not my diamond solitaire,
I am not the precious jewels I wear.
I am not the silk gown I wear,
I am not the brands that adorn me!

She sat nodding and smiling,
Trying to be happy, busy following.
Successfully deceiving herself and everyone,
The perfect sycophant that she had become.