Spaces...

Consummate is the setup if there’s enough room

Adding into the novel idea of an in-sync unit

The then guided emotion eliminating gloom

Blissfully restores peace in the chaotic snit.

The gap stretching from days to months to years

Irritates the soul when there’s no communication

The void gets bigger, deeper and denser leading to tears

Alas, uncontrollable is the situation with suffocation.

O, the liberty to categorically decide the pros & cons

Flowing relentlessly in the corporate isles of creative decisions

Ties the loose ends to perfection beyond inner demons

Then the trial and error brings in the much deserved recognitions.

It’s fun sans breathing space between two lovers

The proximity is a welcome change

Thus engulfing the two into mutual shivers

Of the best ever mélange.

GIVE the environment a woman DESERVES!!!

Time to act as too much damage done already .... ....

1. Judo/Taekwando trainings to be mandatory in all colleges/institutions/corporate setups
2. Severe punishment/death sentence so much so that they should think before raping.
3. Every bag of a woman should have a sharp armor & during frisking it should not be questioned.
4. Every public transport should be under surveillance.
5. Post 8 pm go out in groups else stay home.
6. Cellphones should have chipped in location detector so that the victim can trigger it as an SOS. Cell phone operators & telecom services R you listening ????

SAFETY STARTS WITH YOU ...... 

Homeless...

Dispossessed is the waif once the trust is broken

Each deed becomes a questioning flake

In the murky corners of the shaken

Thus everytime earning ridicule with a new namesake

A conniving heart is the itinerant

Hopping from one check post to the other

Dissipated and dejected is then the aspirant

Juggling between the whimsical stringent abolisher        

A Life with no aim catapults the destitute

On the shores of labor like a stone

Time & again kicked sans achievement for the institute

Eventually, leaving with nothing to declare to anyone

Yes you are homeless if the house is not a home

And is everything but a comforting zone

Egging on you like a dagger so gruesome

Finally, killing you every minute and leaving you all alone

Tis not too late if the zeal is intact

Nothing is impossible if the spirit is invincible

We live only once is the age-old fact

Ergo, time to pull up the socks and make it all possible.

Spells ...

God forbid, wicked is the frame if stung by black magic once

Deadly the outcome if the under dog

Tied up in the realm of abhorrence

Bites in with revenge, crushing and leaving one agog

Also, they are the mystical charms of pure love

Coloring your world to fulfillment

Takes one to a place far above

Where everything is a sweet settlement

Spells of doom rub the ‘you’ the wrong way

Then every step is an unaltered fate

Try what you may, all falls flat on the sway

Thus dislodging pieces of labored estimate

Alas, hex of knowledge if found riding on the path of life

Bumps ‘you’ into the stone of wrong and right

Illuminating or destroying the pact of strife

Whatsoever you choose, it becomes the spell of insight.

Awakenings ...

The light of knowledge opens the gate
To a friendly let-in to the holy mess
Trundling back & forth in the aisles of fate
So as to make you eventually feel the divine caress

Stirred are you when the emotion overrides

Throwing you off balance this multifarious fall        

Alas, illuminating the insides where the pent up passion resides

Lending support to the zeal within to jump the self imposed wall

                                                                                                                                            

The enlightened spells of goodness

Nullify the ever so present negativity

By rollicking in the arms of forgiveness

Etch a picture of dignified positivity

Embedded pain of years stimulating the dead possibilities

Thus rechristens the doctrines of faith

When soaked in the miracles of godly abilities

Humans simply transform into the never ending wraith.    

Lost & Found ...

Missing is the link to life if you choose to fret
Deliberate if the zests then you rule the test
Revolving involuntarily as a cabaret
When the song of existence is the chirpiest

Déjà vu it is for some mortals of the mast

While sailing back & fro on the stream of reality

Till you bump into the pebble of the past

And you smile with pristine vanished agility

Mislaid are you when you lose the bait

Shoving the ‘you’ in hours of gloom

Oh boy! each place is like a hapless ait                                                              

Deprived of the ever so present bloom

‘Found’ are you in the arms of fate

If it dishes out the best recipe

Nurturing the departed sustenance of pate

Alas, turning out to be the era’s greatest swipe.                                                    

The recurring deposit going hand in hand

Missed badly sans it or present

They are the finest guidelines for any stand

Transforming or destroying the inner wisent.

Reflections ...

The evidence of one’s being

Interspersed with the protocol of likeness

Stomp on it & it will leave you by fleeing

Alas, pushing you to a place having an air of awareness

The mirror image in the form of your protégé

Adds on to the familial legacy

Hence it’s the absolute privilege

To nurture the god’s gift of a lifetime of ancestral currency

As we gradually journey inward

Lighting up the dusty corners of the past

We reflect our light outward

By emanating the stories of the awesome cast

Many a times it’s the indication

Its all in your hands, come what may

To keep dreaming without a condition

Thus making the most of the opportunities coming one’s way.

Darkness ...

Its difficult to see one’s face in it

Consigned for the spider to quiver in

For the dearly loved to thump in it

So as to weave a web for the expected barge in

The devil’s advocate sits sewing pieces of bloodshed

Transferring the invisible deity into visibility

Also igniting the corners of the coal shed

Marring all possibilities of ambiguity

Here the vision of the far sighted hermit is polished

The sense of mystery engulfs the mystic

Serial Jargons of the holy get encrypted

So dense is the faith of the psychic
                                                                                     
A ballerina of desires finds a new song

Enveloping you to the consummate yet intriguing composure

Thus pushing you a little to dance & sing along

On the tune of the ‘one of a kind’ adventure.      

Crossroads...

They say the divine reside here once in a while
Thus rotating the possibilities of uncertainty
Though hit & run cases all turn futile                  
In the aisles of constitutionality

An intersection of a wayward slope

Also the rainbow of untraveled path

Slipping one through the kaleidoscope

Of changing lanes in life’s math

It can be the turning point for the misled

Or the dreaded veer in the illustrious hell

Easily adding zing to the bespectacled

Thus announcing their entry with a mesmerizing spell

The unavoidable junction of humdrum

Spilling flavors of the experiences learnt

Some maneuver with decorum                                      
Alas, moving forward as if totally unhurt

O Praise the Lord, it’s the moment of truth that life goes on

No matter what you choose

It’s the lane of gay abandon

When met head-on, you just can’t afford to lose.

Fags...

The biggest kick to get the tag
That one is old enough to make it a drag
Thus each day gradually sucking one’s health more so into a rag
So as to mop the grace off the flag
Hoisted on the face from the godly handbag
A puff and more to eradicate the knotted nag
Misconstruing it to be the best shag
For the overall fitness airbag
Nah, it ain’t the elixir of the undying stag
But a push into the making of a sag
Yeah yeah, the spiraled smoke adds on to the gag
Giving ripples of delight to the on looking hag
Tis never too late to throw it out from life’s handbag
For a promising & environ friendly quag.