If love, then what

 If love, then what
If love, then vulnerability
If love, then what
If love, then anger
If love, then what
If love, then dependence
If love, then what
if love, then forgiveness
If love, then what
If love, then acceptance
if love, then what
if love, then love...

Sailing Across!

Sailing sailing sailing! 
There is a a storm tonight, they said
It will be difficult but there isn't anybody this side either 
It's worth to go on, to find one. The stormy tides are gonna hurt you, scare you 
But, the same story lies at the plain
It's worth to go on, to find one.
May be some one will wave, may be he will know my face. 
I guess I will hop on or try the ride alone. 
But, it's still worth to go on, to find one.

Denial story!

We all love stories. Love stories, happy stories, dream stories

We often make our own versions to fit in to the characters

The characters are good and happy so what even if they are fictitious

We wish to be around them, our stories of wonders

But, I read a story today, a story that I want to disbelief

The story is true and so are the characters and grief

A father killing his own baby girl, a three month old being suffocated

The only reason that she was not a son he wanted

The story of disgrace, which puts me in to denial, every time it is ranted

I cannot erase the story, nor can I kill and adjust the characters here

I know the story is true and so are the characters

I am trying to move out the story and hold my tears

We all might move out but it is still disturbing to imagine

How difficult it would be for someone live with such characters?

How difficult it would be for someone to be part of such stories?

Hidden baggage

Do not pretent that this is what you wanted

you wanted some more; invisibly granted

I do not know whether the expectations were too less or too loaded

it was never a point where my mind was shown it being unfolded

They were growing old without an attempt

The pile was increasing with growing contempt

I will not compete for what i was not acquainted

Should i have taken my hint when the look was so cold

I would have given you an answer right away

I should have stopped invisible,unrealistic expectations coming my way

I could have won; i could have lost

But, only if all the invisible expectations could have been told

Mysterious night!

The pain of betrayal and the Infidelity cries
Who knows better than that night?
The extra effort hour of a deprived guy
Who knows better than that night?
The eternal wait of a lover for her spouse to arrive
Who knows better than that night?
The silence of a kill, rape at the sight
Who knows better than that night?
The numbness of the family at a mourning plight
Who know better than that night?
It has seen those tears who wanted to hide themselves
It has seen those shattered dreams and believes

Each night is a witness to a new mystery and drama
It knows it all. And, still the calm night swallows everything.
Each night is a witness to a new mystery and drama

She!

save the GIRL child!!

Inside the womb, i am halfway world now

The wait seems all worth somehow

I know, how i will look out there

I can see how my mother looks, from here

I feel her the same way;she must be feeling me

Each breath brings a slightly new me

I will be very tiny when i come out

I think, my family would be eager to see me

They want to know who i am 

I am a girl,they were just told

I do not know what it means

Unhappy! Are they? It seems

What is the reason;how do i know

will they allow me to see my mother now

And, here i close my eyes in their disgrace

I close my eyes to hide myself from seeing their face..

I close my eyes to hide myself from seeing their face

Wingless try!!

In the forest, there were two little birds

God gifts on earth , special from other birds

Green, blue,purple;the birds had royal feathers

Everyday they dreamed of becoming the best fliers 

From dawn to dusk,everyday they tried

To fly higher and higher as far as they  could sight

They reached a new place evertime,eagerly waiting for the sunlight

Their feathers grew more prettier,glowing bright

They wanted to become the best fliers,their wings looked like clouds on fire

A day came and they met with their ugliest dream

They had to part with their royal feathers 

Broken they looked,with their spirit soaked in tear

Everything seemed normal, next morning when they got up

One bird looked at the sky and he wanted to fly 

The other bird looked at his wings and began to cry..