Title: Lost

Sitting in the park and no one's around,
Your eyes are so deep, that I'll drown!
Holding hands when we come near;
Your eyes shut, my heart trembles with fear!
My hand pulls you closer through your cheek;
The passionate moment comes which I used to seek.
Your lips are coming close to mine;
Your smell is making me high more than wine.
But from somewhere water splashes,
I open my eyes and the dream crashes!
Can't say if I got you or you were lost,
Only good left is the thought that our paths crossed.

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Title : The year of 2020

On the brink of the decade, the year’s conference was called;
With the democratic elections, a king was installed!
To decide the destiny of upcoming years;
With the experiences of previous ones, considered as pioneers!
Everyone had on the face some agony and fear;
Complaints against humans in the eyes with tears!

In the grief of Nirbhaya, 2012 still sobbed;
Because of terrorism and merciless killings, the peace was robbed!
Every year was the environment brutally raped;
Still, the perpetrators of mother earth always escaped!
The anguish of starving children, the king couldn’t tolerate;
So they wrote the misery of 2020 in our fate!

Coming as a new year’s gift, a virus shook the world;
The nature was free to breathe as humanity had its arms curled!
Even the mightiest ones could not defend;
When forests burned, kids of nature also faced a bitter end!
With protests everywhere, the sad year started;
Everyone felt the loss when our favourite celebrities departed.

The two nuclear powers fought, the third was the casualty;
With earthquakes and cyclones, the year reached its peak of brutality.
It destroyed many homes with many lives lost;
Witnessing the biggest migration, humans paid an enormous cost.
A nation still burned in the wave of civil war;
And with 6 months left, more problems will come for sure!

We all are responsible for this, we all played some part;
But if we consider it a lesson, better change in the world will start!
Improving our habits and taking nothing as granted;
Will improve everything and that’s what every situation demanded!
Thinking positively, a lot of opportunities also came;
And if we work on them, there’ll be nothing to blame.

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Title : SLEEPLESS

Lying on the bed, when everyone sleeps;
Random thoughts rise and creativity peeps!
Imagining the normal as well as weirdest things;
And flying freely with those wings!
From thinking about how I wasted another day;
To fearing exams which are on the way.

After today, what does she think of me?
Facing me she smiled, that everyone could see!
Also today she laughed, on that stupid joke;
The lame comedian inside me was such stoked!
Her thoughts are so beautiful, everything my mind believes;
On her fabric with dreams, every day this fool weaves!

What will happen if terrorists attacked?
Everyone's captivated and college hijacked!
That time will require someone to sacrifice;
So I'll be the saviour, ready to save the lives.
Thinkin' of gallantry awards and tears on my grave;
Influenced by movies, these thoughts are too naive.

What if, I get a chance to be a superhero?
The powers I'll get, the changes I'll undergo!
To fight like batman, to swirl like the thor;
To control like the strange, can't ask for more.
And one day 'Vilgax' invades, asks strongest to fight;
I'll the saviour again, bringing back the planet to light!


Drifting between universes, when I reached back to reality;
The sun was about to rise, now sleep became just a formality!
Another day gave the sacrifice, whole day the eyes slept;
Saviour was the casualty, the remorseful superhero wept!
"Today I will sleep early", on the mirror I screamed;
Still once again lying on the bed, insolent eyes began to dream.

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Duryodhan

"Don't you think he died?"
No, because of us he survived
"Ok.. tell me why wasn't he ever seen?"
He's within us as we were never clean.
Takes his real form when morals turn weak
Torturing, harassing women touches his peak!
From Aruna to Nirbhaya, everytime he raped
With society's help , always he escaped.
"Can't he be ever killed?
For how long will innocent blood get spilled?"
No, everytime he plays his dirty game
Patriarchy says women will get the blame.
'Freedom of women' that's what he can't tolerate
To bow in front of him, he says is their fate
He's a part of us, taking in us many forms
Turns humans monster, when she breaks societal norms
Ask yourself, you can also feel him
Once awake , only morals can conceal him!

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Title- Shaded minds

Searching in the storeroom, I found something special:
Those were my kindergarten books, lying inside a big vessel.
Smiled on my handwriting before I found something shocking;
Labelling lighter skin colour as beautiful, 'darker skin they were mocking!
Turning a few pages, there was the story of snow-white;
Her fairness was her beauty because dark-hued don't get prince, right?

Meanwhile, some of my neighbouring ' aunties' arrived;
Someone was again demeaned, by those gossips deprived.
"She is so dusky that's why can't get a suitable groom,
She has no choice left", all of those ladies presumed.
"Hefty dowry has to be paid", one of the greatest exclaimed;
In one more chat session, someone's skin colour was shamed.

Getting away from this to Facebook, I fled;
The meme was of a wedding, "profits of govt job" the caption said.
Laughing on that, I went into the memory;
Old school pics I found with stupid captions which were mandatory.
Everyone's nickname it reminded with one who was called 'crow' ;
It was embarrassing now, what was funny some years ago!

Frustrated with everything, to the TV I resorted;
Fairness cream ad displayed showin' tanned man's career distorted.
Music even felt so mean when 'chittiyan kalayiyaan' song played;
Daily soaps were no less, obsession with fair skin they displayed.
When the news channels flashed- "Due to racism, one more black man died" ;
Even the irony smirked when 'fair&lovely' actors too criticized.


We all are responsible, we all played some part;
Change has to be within us, for change in the world to start.
No one is born racist, it's all that we are taught;
Our generation has to do something, for this thing to be stopped.
Equality is the biggest myth, it always will be;
But something if we do, the world will be better than what we see.

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Dear rain,
You have given us beautiful memories,
From playing football in park,
To school’s rainy day stories.
From dancing freely with girl,
To crying after breakup with arms curled!
From drinking tea at those stalls,
To moments with friends which we recall.
Always be such beautiful my queen!!

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Title: A lesson from the history

I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cool breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. It seems that the noise is coming from outside. As I open my door, there is a portal to which the trail is leading.

Entering the portal, there I see a battlefield. I find myself dressed in an armour like others over there. They all are tall, muscular humans with some problem on their faces indulged in a conversation. It's about some Chakravyuh which some Guru Drona has created in order to massacre their army. I don't know how but I know about entering the Chakravyuh. I ask them -"If everyone here agrees, shall I enter?". A warrior with calmness on his face says - "Abhimanyu! You are our future so we can't allow you to go there." But I insist that if I don't enter, the battle will end today only and the purpose of this war will go in vain. Upon repeatedly pleading, they agree but with the condition that they'll come too along with me. I can't understand the language still I'm talking to them.

With my army and my elder warriors, I enter the Chakravyuh breaking first few levels easily like it was always at the back of my head! But level by level all of them disappear leading to level 7 where I'm all alone and what I see is there are 6 fierce warriors with blood on their faces as if they were waiting to eat me. I challenge all of them for battle knowing that I'll die. Both the sides fire arrows towards each other but mine are faster causing them injuries until one of their arrows comes and destroys my chariot. I'm now on the ground still I feel confident in fighting them but in order to stop me those cruel humans destroy my bow. I have no weapon now still they are throwing arrows at me which are piercing my body but I'm astonished that I don't feel any pain.

Finding me injured and unable to fight, they too come on the ground with their swords and daggers. I pick wheel of my broken chariot to fight them but one of them stabs me in the back. The wheel falls on the ground giving all of them an opportunity to stab me together. I feel many swords are piercing my body still there is no pain. Tears are coming out of my eyes still I'm not crying. I am able to see a man with flute in front of my eyes whom I can easily recognise as krishna. Also, a warrior is at the back of his chariot, seeing whom I feel a sense of pride and honour. There is also a pregnant lady whom I feel is my wife. I'm being stabbed continuously but I'm not dying. I try to fight them with whatever I get.

The sun is about to set and now I want to die but I'm not able to until warrior with the glow of sun on his face comes and hugs me. He is having tears coming out of his eyes and I feel he's saying that he's proud of me from his face. He takes out his sword and moves it into my body. My eyes close and when I open them I find myself on my bed. The AC was at low temperature still I was covered with sweat. There is some sort of pain in my heart and I'm crying loudly. Hearing this my parents come into the room and console me asking me the reason which I'm not able to explain. Next day, I search about the warrior Abhimanyu on internet and what I read truly inspires as well as haunts me. Maybe it was a dream to teach me that- "We have to face our problems head-on and be ready to sacrifice ourselves for a greater cause".

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Title : Passion rediscovered

From his first appearance, it seems like even if he is old, even if he has passed his prime, still he is living his life to the fullest. The way he is protruding his tongue out, it feels he hasn’t lost his childishness. The expression of eyes and raised eyebrows seems to mock those who feel exhausted even at young ages. The leather jacket which he is wearing is also showing that he doesn’t want to live as old man do and wants to be with the new fashion. He reminds me of the character of ‘Amitabh Bachchan’ from ‘102 not out’.

In my story, I’ll give him the role of a person who wasn’t able to fulfill his aspirations while he was young due to the pressure of society and the responsibility of managing home. To make his child’s dream come true, he sacrificed his own. But now when he’s done with all the responsibilities, some old photos reminded him of his old passion of being a guitarist. He always wanted to pursue music as his career, but certain obligations stopped him from doing so.

He is a fun loving gentleman who now wants everyone to know about his music skills. He purchases a new guitar and with some old videos of his favourite band- “The Beatles”, he practices again. But this time he also records those videos and uploads them on YouTube. He has a very huge fan-following, especially in the youth of his locality. They always come there to listen to him and learn from him. He now also plans to start his own music academy.

I clicked the photo when some of his neighbours mockingly said that this old man has gone insane, to which this was his reaction.

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Title : The migrants

With all the dreams in eyes tattered;
And all hopes of survival shattered!
They started walking back from huge cities;
Which treated them none less than dirty fleas!
Those responsible for food, gave them only speech;
So they started journey, uncertain if they will reach.

With grief in their bags, and pain that walked along;
The roads they constructed, felt like the thorns!
'Heavy' - just a word for them ,where tonnes they carried;
But the tears exhausted them, the shoulders which never wearied!
Blazing sun over head and ulcers on their feet;
They lost to our betrayal, whom poverty couldn't defeat!

Due to hunger when kids cried, stomach started to squeak;
With sorrow the heart throbbed, they never felt so weak!
The thirst they had, nothing was able to quench;
Repentance of leavin' home, even highways felt the wrench.
When courage started depleting, the legs began to ache;
The mind started questioning, 'Was the virus their mistake?'

Some of them reached home, some couldn't survive the attack;
All of their eyes promised, a promise to never come back!
The palaces they constructed,the cities they made;
Treated them too harshly, refused them the shade!
We will survive the pandemic, but it has a huge cost;
The virus of apathy won, the humanity again lost.

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Title: A society for women

To the lord of society, a lady asked a question,
“How to be an ideal woman? How to crack that equation?”.
To this, the Lord replied- “Certain rules you have to follow”,
“Foremost, question nothing and what I say you have to swallow”.

Being a kid, choose dolls over outdoor games,
If you’ll not do so, society will call you with awful names.
When others will play, you will learn how to cook,
It’s necessary for a girl than reading any sort of book.
Once your menstrual cycle starts, you will be impure,
So you will not enter the kitchen or temple, avoid school for sure!

Be limited to yourself, don’t even talk to boys,
Otherwise, they will call you ‘slut’, as norms of society it destroys.
Refrain from wearing high heels, refrain from wearing any short dress,
Because then you will ask for it, their brains will create that mess.
And if unfortunately, they lose control and you are raped,
It will be all your fault so you should be ready for getting blamed.

And once school gets over your career, your parents will decide,
They will not allow you to dream and you will not go outside.
Think little, graduation is only to get you, suitable groom;
For thoughts of working away, we don’t have any such room.
When they will come to see you, in front of them you will parade,
Your “chai and pakodas” will help them decide everything else will fade.

Getting married means losing your job and sacrificing your career,
And women are only to raise kids and it will become a barrier.
Be a showpiece in the house, a sex tool for your spouse,
He may beat you or rape you, but your voice should not arouse.
Fulfilling their requirements, you will give your entire life,
Getting commemorated only on women’s day or mother’s day, you will survive.

Hearing all this, the lady got real tensed;
Her face turned red as if she is feeling a pain immense.
“If that’s so, I should drop the dream of taking birth”.
“I want to be free and I can’t live if thoughts of society have such dearth”,
She shouted at the lord and went back to heaven,
Maybe she will come back once society is free of this demon.

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Title : 2081 The last flight from Earth to mars

Waking and getting up from my bed,
Shocked to see environment brown and the sky slightly red.
With tall buildings everywhere, a single tree is yet to be seen,
It feels like an awful dream as yesterday only the world was more green.
There’s some suffocation so I run back to the room,
Where the digital newspaper reads- “JAN 2041, 12 years of calamity and doom”.
The more I breathe; my heart aches and my eyes weep,
So thinking of waking up in a clean world, I go back again to sleep.

This time, opening my eyes, I run to the balcony,
The world is full of smoke, the continuous raining acid shows nature’s agony.
I am about to go unconscious before my son gives me an oxygen mask!
The usual earth bulletin shouts- “22 Jan 2061: today we start mars rehabilitation task”.
“There will be an auction and ones who will pay more will first leave the earth”,
“Additional cost, they have to pay to book their space shuttle berth”.
We destroyed the planet, extinction of humanity it seems,
I pinch myself and close my eyes. Maybe it’ll end this array of dreadful dreams.

Once more, I open my eyes but I feel exhausted; I feel so weak,
I want to say something but breathing tube doesn’t allow me to speak.
There is an announcement which says- “12 March 2081: the last flight to mars”,
“Last bits of oxygen left, the planet is succumbing because of its scars”.
“Healthy and rich have departed, elderly and poor have been left around”,
“So leftover shouldn’t panic or cry because a new hope for humanity has been found”.
At least my future generations have survived, with this reason I sigh,
It no longer feels a dream; so I close my eyes waiting to die.

But suddenly I hear something as if my mother is shouting,
Like she is pulling me out while in the sea of emotions I am drowning.
Covered with sweat, I wake up and run to see the newspaper,
Gosh! It’s 2020 only, and those dreams evaporated like vapour.
The earth is struggling, maybe the virus is one of its defence,
Something we have to do before those dreams make some sense.
Saving earth is our only hope and nothing else can protect us,
As the legends say- “If we will leave our mother, everyone will reject us”.

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Sometimes I question myself, “What is death?”
Is it something that happens when we permanently cease our breath?
Or is it what our holy mythological books describe?
That the soul leaves the body and in the greater power it imbibes!
Some of them believe we die to be born in the mortal world again,
While some give theories which even they can’t explain!

But don’t we die when we lose our morals and forget our ethics?
When we commit a crime destroying god’s aesthetics!
We behave like demons, leaving the actual living nature,
Harass or kill someone and increase our fake evil stature!
Our body may look fine outside, but the soul inside is dead,
Grief and destruction of friends and family is the thing which lies ahead!

Or don’t we die when within us our identity is lost?
And in the sea of uncertainty, our existence is tossed!
We live without dreams of doing things which we never desired,
Sacrificing our thoughts of living in a way which we always aspired!
Living up to someone else’s expectations, choking our own,
Inside we die waiting for someone to hear our moans!

Or maybe we perish when all our hopes are shattered,
When the happiness of our lives into pieces is scattered!
Gradually all the motivation from our life disappears,
So to the path of depression, the vehicle of our life steers.
The person may laugh outside but inside he is crying,
It becomes even more difficult to ask for help when the spirit is dying!

We die many times before we face actual death,
But it’s up to us to revive ourselves or lay our wreath!
Just like games, our life also has the option to respawn,
No one knows about rebirth, but in this life, I believe we can be reborn!
A little belief with a pinch of happiness can help us pass a terrible phase,
Because life has everything, only we can decide what we have to chase!

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Title - Fantasies of the dark mind

She had the charm in her eyes, but something else attracted me more,
As her brown skin wrapped in saree started becoming my fantasy store!
Her smile was contagious. Still, her imperfect curves blew my mind,
When it weaved sexual desires around her, leaving everything else behind.
Her thoughts surrounded my eyes, both open and closed,
To unravel those secrets was the only thought my mind could hold!

The time too came when incandescent rains got me stuck at her home,
Dripping water from pink saree made my fantasy reach its epitome.
When my eyes were looking at the drop tracing her back, she caught the stare,
Maybe that’s what I desired but when she came close was too scared.
Pulling me through the collar, on the lips, suddenly she kissed,
Adrenaline spiked, heart started racing, but the fear inside was dismissed!

With the noise of only rains around, the deepest desires eyes were communicating,
Lips in contact with hands trying to feel each other, the moment was exhilarating!
The trembling hands started removing clothes, which seemed like barricades,
More beautiful than my imagination, the beauty of Cleopatra she portrayed!
Eyes and hands felt less to capture her attractive cleave and her curves,
And the lips were desperate to touch the beauty, those blouses and sarees preserve!

With each touch on those unexplored, the pitch of her moan increased,
And when she placed hands on the dagger, my heartbeats also ceased!
In the music of rain, the chains rattled when beasts danced, giving each other scars,
It felt like as if both the souls left the earth to meet on the stars!
The anguished voices coming out were filled with desire and lust,
Still trying to hold each other for the excitement peak signified the trust!

Everything was going so well until the alarm clock interrupted,
Things faded like vapours, and whole enjoyment was disrupted!
It was such a beautiful dream which looked like reality,
Depicting my deepest sexual desires they showed me the sensuality.
The words are not enough to describe the experience,
Where in the forest of sleep, the dreams are so dense!

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Title - Dear Men

Dear men,
Do you remember when the first time on a bicycle, you were trying to ride?
And you fell, got injured and started crying because it was the pain you couldn’t hide.
So someone picked you up and scolded that men don’t weep,
No matter what the situation is, the tears inside you have to keep!
So that boy wiped up his eyes and tried to be strong as much as he could be,
But your pillow which is wet every day, can’t they see?

Do you remember the time when you were playing with some dolls?
So someone forced you to go outside to play cricket or football.
Or the time when you wore that pink shirt on your birthday?
So your friends mocked you as they thought feminine colours take masculinity away.
In that mockery and discrimination, your choices were ransacked,
But why do they ask now that you wear only white and black?

Do you remember the first time you said someone that you feel alone?
You feel like happiness is getting lost and you are sliding into depression zone!
So they ignored you saying you should be strong as men can’t be weak,
Don’t cry and be tough as damsels only want those who have macho physique!
And then you cried in the corners as telling someone you couldn’t dare,
But why they question your suicide and why your problems you didn’t share?

Speak out! Speak out before the world is short of dry pillows,
Before someone else is forcefully handed a blade of willows!
The suicide rates of men were always higher than that of women,
As society makes us machines of earning, dehumanising us each second!
We can only win the war with patriarchy if every gender comes together,
As equality is the only way to get out and it will be forever!

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