burried finally

i have had very enlightening days so far. one of it being that what i actually want. for that i had to bury my past in such debris that it should'nt come back to haunt me. i have decided in my mind to do it finally. it is relieving. i have found a friend back. life is looking good. so no more depressive love poetries. pheonix rises from the ashes.

baby, i love you

I know.
I so know.
That you have burnt away
All my memories.
Listen
To me
For a second

That baby I love you.
Would always love you.
Love you in my dreams.
Baby,
Call me again…
Please.

Shout,
My desperation is shouting
At you.
Bleeds. My heart is bleeding
For your one touch.
What am I suppose
To tell
To my soul
That is screaming

That baby I love you.
Would always love you.
Love you in my dreams.
Baby,
Call me again…
Please.

Shala la la la
Sha la la la…
Sitting alone in this corner,
I just want to know
What did I do?
I just want to know…
Are you blind?
To see the teary eyes
Which shouts

That baby I love you.
Would always love you.
Love you in my dreams.
Baby,
Call me again…
Please

No. I am not gonna beg you.
No. I am neither waiting for you.
I just want you to listen to me…
Foe the one last time…

That baby
I love you.
Would always
Love you.
Love you in my dreams.
Baby.
I love you.

enough is enough

its been now over a week to the unfortunate day of any Indian life. a lot of things have happened. politicians have resigned made comments, and what not. every one is angry. every one has had enough. for how long will we live like this. but the problem is. have these politicians ever listened to us. have they actually ever cared, what a common man goes through. i wish if we could round these inhuman creatures and end them up. barbaric? i dint think so. its just. have these men in black, the soldiers come into this profession just to die. i dont think so. we dont need a better set of politicians we need to revamp the constitution. we need the politician to know that they are bloody responsible to all this. that we need to be asked, our views every thing. what great work have they done to get such a beefed up security.
they just can see one thing a chair. that is just what they want. power can make a man blind. but blindness to such extent is not welcomed. we, the people have been taken for granted. people are on the streets, asking one thing- what is our fault. have we now, when go to a restaurant, or mall, airport railway station, go with a feeling that we might not come back?
if the terrorist wanted to instill fear in us, listen one thing. U HAVE FAILED. we are strong. we will never divide. we are Indians. we are human and humanity is the most enriching religion.
i am not a girl. i am not even a Hindu. i am an Indian. that is my identity. and i am proud of it.
its time. the days of gandhigiri will not work with these inhuman terrorist. if u eliminate one, we would eliminate 5. its unfortunate that in the name of religion what all these young people are made to do. films like khuda ke liye have shown how young minds are brain washed.
its about time to change. to change ourselves. dont even need to vote, its like choosing between lunatics. would be like to be governed by lunatics? i dont think so.
it time to rise.
its time to say- ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.....

i am i kid after all

I always dreamt of quite streets.
A peaceful sky,
With birds fluttering
All around
I dreamt of walking
Carelessly
With always affection
In a strangers eye.

I hoped to not know
What fear means.
I prayed never to see
Death through a third eye.

I am young
I am feeble.
I am a kid after all
But I am strong
No masked fellow
Would deprive this honour
From me.

You could come a million times.
Rob away my smile
But you could not rob away
From me
my will.
My freedom.
My fight towards unifying
My countrymen.

You might come
Thinking to divide us.
People like you are demons
In a human disguise.
Humans don’t do things
Which you do.

Humans don’t kill
In the name of god.
No god can be happy
With you eliminating
His own very creations.

When will you realize.
When will we
Open our very own eyes.
How long will we question
The men in white?
Or be happy with the green ?
Its time to stop questioning
Its time to rise.
Its time to rise against this
Masked tides.

How many more
Kids like me
Loose their smiles?
Or themselves
before they could even learn
How to write.

Is peace just a mere
word?
Will I see more of death?
Will I have to always scrub the red blood?
Is this the way we all
Have to tread.

When would this end?
The loss cant be repaired.
How many more of Mumbai.
Delhi, jaipur…
Would I have to see?

I always dreamt of quite streets.
A peaceful sky,
With birds fluttering
All around
I dreamt of walking
Carelessly
With always affection
In a strangers eye.

I hoped to not know
What fear means.
I prayed never to see
Death through a third eye.

I am young
I am feeble.
I am a kid after all
But I am strong
No masked fellow
Would deprive this honour
From me.