Dedicated to the nation(on incident of Dec 16 massacre)

The untainted souls stand in rows

garbs of such purity ‘pon them

with vacant eyes they look t’wards me

beseeching me:O’ entreating me

to hold their captors in dungeons

and curdle their vile blood with torture

anguish they shall feel the like

Alack! the likes they inflicted

they shall burn with agony

which burns the poor parents

grieving mothers O’ countless

lost their son-like their fathers

to another battle nonsensical

Turmoil of theirs tormenters

must feel:none shall shelter

their likes in our homeland;

said they.The angels guard

over us dwindling they are

our actions driving them away

Must we then anymore sway

Must we then ‘pon them lay

the burden of our sins

on our innocent ones

Must we more then decay

Do we need another black day?

Oh! Do we need black days?


Letting Love In?!

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Seeing a serene sun slanting

behind mighty mountains:

something shuns its chains;

inside me.Stretching

its arms-begins the qualms

strain of it sweats my palms

My conscience dumbfounded

The being rises;liberated

it takes liberty of searching

deepest drawers;beguiling

my heart-tempting it to attempt

loving like last!weeding unkempt

heart-removing cobwebs of doubt

Soul resists,resents, remembers

premonitions of past perplexities

Sauntering subtly:surrender

the being demands! Pros and cons;

of wearing heart on the sleeve 

told and re-told….to no gain:

repercussions of what bereave-

the soul-how suffered!no more pain

shall catch it offguard now!

Protected,it shall avoid,stay low

Falling from grace is not happening

Ne’er was soul closer to new beginnings