The untouchable

There was a man, who cleaned the streets,
Gathered the trash, lived in bleak,
Trying to make our lives better, with no gain notable,
While doing a job so Noble, he was considered untouchable

She was dark, stinky and blue,
She cleaned the washroom, for others to use,
While helping others, maintain their hygiene,
She was considered untouchable and dirty

She was a victim, of a heinous crime,
Touched against her will, she couldn’t help but cry,
More than hoping for her better life, her family denied,
Untouchable she was treated, she succumbed to her harsh life

She was married to a wealthy man, but lived in slums,
She did not do any chores, filthy to none,
She was clean, educated and a healthy human,
Her vicinity made her untouchable for others

Under the sunshine

Under the sunlight, everything shines,
Before it dies, a glorious right
It feels wonderful, under the sunshine,
On the bright side, flashes of light

look at the flower, it’s so peaceful,
It blooms with the sun, and dies with it too,
The sun gives power to shine, Also the one to takes it from you,
Be good to it, it lives within you too

Sometimes I wonder, why is the sun round,
Is it just a coincidence, or bound,
After pondering at that thought, for a while,
In my mind I concluded, it’s the circle of life

If it gives life, and takes it too,
If it let’s you grow, make you weak too,
Remember it’s there, as much as you run away,
Tan & skin burns, are there to stay

As long as it shines, one will affect,
It’s your perspective that matters, forget the rest
Look at the change, as a second chance to revive,
Rejuvenate and live, relive till you die

Moon and me

As a kid, I was told a story,
Look at the moon, and sleep in it’s Glory,
It was the elders who taught us so,
They forgot to mention, moon has places else to go

Every morning I would go looking for him,
And found his buddy, the sun soaking me in,
I asked the sun where was my friend,
‘He will return close to sunset’ he said

For days I thought, the moon was angry with me,
He did not show up, and help me sleep,
While sometimes, he would play with me,
Peekaboo! An angle from here or from there he would be

Today after all these years, when I look at the sky and find him there,
It is a relief that my faith survived, my oldest friend lived all my life,

I had to find, a special place for him,
Always in my heart and thoughts, I need more than this,
I was to carve him in my life, like he has for years every night,
Inked it, as the phases of life

The broken angel

There was an angel, young and strong,
Aspiring to grow, life long,
Brown eyes, wavy hair,
She was the kinds, that’ll make you stare

A demon came along, for a while,
He knew he was different, wanted to fit the line,
Handsome he was, different to the rest,
In no time he caught the angel, mesmerized in his glare

Young hearts, they fell in love,
Not bothering about the world, they built a cove,
Soon the angel, fell sick often,
her love was unanswered, she was to topple

And then, the love was lost,
Unknowingly he, did not respond,
She had the cracks visible, on her body & soul,
It made him grow stronger, beyond the cove

She was beyond repair, that din’t stop her
His strength was out of control, he left her,
Beautiful the cove was, but bitterness all around,
She had to help the cove survive, it was the only witness to her tragic life

A lost cause

Heart rate dropping,
Numb body,
I know what is happening,
But can show nobody

My eyes turn pale,
While my brain tells me to stay calm,
And I know this is it,
Something I never hoped for

Religious that I am,
I pray even now for another chance,
At a distance I can hear,
the ventilator go blank

I asked myself, while dying slowly,
A reason for my prayers, even the last minute,
What was I to do even if I were alive?
Second chance so huge, needs to be justified

They say things happen for a reason,
A reasonable count for,
As much as we might strive,
It is a lost cause

The blank page

On a slow Sunday, I read a book,

It was a story of a king who did no good,

Drawing the picture in my mind,

I fell asleep, going back in time.


When the king, brutal yet wise,

Showed no mercy, only vice,

The picture playing, in my mind,

Was a killing, none other but mine.


He killed me for a reason I don’t know,

Tears trickle down my cheeks as I saw,

With shaky limbs I woke up,

To darkness around, no light showed up.


I went back to the book, hoping to find clues,

Why did I see a dream so not good?

Flipping through the book, I found,

Blank pages, it built a void.


Wondering if I should read from the start,

Not feel defeated or a broken heart,

With a glass of water, gulped down my throat,

I decided to start on a new note.


I was killed by the evil king, maybe for a crime,

Or maybe by his will, I let him pry,

I had to change the story, in my way,

The blank pages, were there to stay.



First 8 days

Can’t believe it’s been 8 days already,
Since we said our vows to each other,
Time flies away in a jiffy,
Leaving moments for us to gather

Moments like, the strong girl that I am,
Still I cried, just in your presence,
The tight hug we had,
Made me comfortable

Moments like, the first time I cooked,
Worried to be liked by the family,
You gave me the look,
Assuring me of my capability

These 8 days have drawn a picture in my mind,
What our relationship will look like,
Cant wait to complete the picture,
May this be an endless endeavor