Deep in night,
With sleep miles away,
And mind wandering in haze,
I sit and cry.
...
Standing in my balcony,
In the early hours of dawn,
I encounter two separate worlds.
One lies in front of my wakeful eyes,
...
Inquisitive fingers,
Going all over,
Searching for moment's pleasure,
On a surface which was frictionless.
...
Explanation, reasons, justifications,
And an endless numbers of clarifications,
I am just too disgusted to see how humans dehuman.
Treachery, hatred, diplomacy,
...
I know my days are numbered,
And every breath that I take,
Is accountable to God above,
That death is lurking around the corner,
...
What to write about?
Plight of the woman,
Society’s mishaps,
The lover’s eyes,
...
You have burnt my soul,
Scattered my trust.
Can’t believe what you did,
When you knew it all.
...
I pass these graves everyday
And everyday when I lay my eyes
...
Yet another day to celebrate,
To be friends,
To work in for nothing in the endless nothingness.
...
Tears
Deep in night,
With sleep miles away,
And mind wandering in haze,
I sit and cry.
Not knowing what makes me cry,
I let the tears speak their own story,
A story, which is so familiar,
To every human.
Yet every time it changes color,
Takes up a different form,
Speaks a new language,
Always has a unique beginning,
An end, which is never the same.
Sometimes dressed in poverty,
Sometimes laden with riches,
Sometimes in the company of strangers,
And at times in disguise of happiness.
It knocks at every door,
The essence remains the same,
The essence of torture,
The story of pain.