Two Birds Sing out of Chorus

The couple of losses wounded your innocent bird;

You never waited for it to heal;

You forcefully shoo the bird away from you;

So that you need not feel the pangs of pain;

You empty the room from flapping animated innocence,

And filled it with fancy bottles of wine and random chalices…

Your life fits comfortably in the hollow.

You and I shouldn’t have crossed our paths;

But, we did at the oddest of time!

Of course, neither the time favours me ever, nor do I ever bow to it;

Because, I let my innocent bird live wild and free in me;

Indeed, I had more losses than one could ever have normally;

Yet, I didn’t learn to tame or contain my bird;

I can never be cruel enough to send the wounded bird away.

When we met, you just didn’t believe;

So, you just befriended me to test if the wildness was real;

Then, you witnessed me as a fictional character out of a book;

As your emptied room echoed loud,

You knocked off all my walls and reached out to my bird;

The more you spent time with my bird, the more you learned its pros and cons,

And your empty walls bellowed deeper to bring back your bird home;

You got scared of the wounded bird coming back;

It was easier for you to shut your doors at me;

Indeed, I am alright!

But, you never should have tried to be in touch with my innocent bird…

I still don’t know how to console or contain her from your absence;

I still try to help my little innocent bird to heal and flap her wings and chirp again…

My bird still sings to your bird that roams in the farther land with no home to return…

As your bird lost its voice to the unknown, he never sings back at all…

Who am I!

Some address me as an epitome of arrogance;

Some criticise me as a loser;

My own mom called me a fiasco;

Many school and college mates just saw me as a misfit;

Some friends name me a simple and humble soul;

A friend keeps saying, “you are too poetic to live with”;

Another friend keeps saying, “you are too idealist to live in reality”;

Two men I fell in love with said and left, “you are too pure to meddle with”;

My relatives pity me as a misfortunate:

As I rejected many grooms,

Who offered financially and socially secure life!

But, I myself wonder:

Why am I this way?

Why can’t I fit myself in the mould?

What am I proving?

Who am I proving to?

How far will this go?

Who am I?

Letters to No One

 Dearest Mr. Silent Distance,

And Constant Resistance,

How have you been without my presence?

Hope you keep up with your essence:

‘Out of sight, out of mind’!

Indeed, you don’t have to mind—

The existence of a real friend in a fake city;

You have taken yourself far and more;

I just see time passes by me to wear and tear;

I do rationalise that the blame is on me: 

Neither can I compartmentalise ‘you and me’, 

Nor can I flip the switch to erase and move…

I am alright without trying to woo;

Of course, you didn’t have any feeling,

So there is no need for healing;

To me, it has always been one-sided dealing,

I keep fighting alone through this feeling for healing…

On me, neither time nor distance has its effect;

As everyone rightly points out, it’s only my defect;

You are winning trophies for your mastery in running;

Whereas, I am losing myself in pining;

My mind gaslights my stupid heart to trust as it was just my dream;

Your mind knows to be smart to shut your heart’s scream…

Partying World

Nay! I am neither worried about the wasted lives in the war,

Nor do I care that a dull-witted president’s pride and greed can’t be restrained by the whole world!

What’s that forum called? The UN, isn’t it?

By the way, I am not as deeply concerned as the UN is.

Indeed, the world has been partying with

the traces and losses of COVID-19;

And the financial celebrations of AI intervention in every sector;

There was a DJ missing and, of course, here come missiles to add music to the partying world!

I couldn’t participate in the party as I couldn’t cook or eat my food;

The only thing that stops me from having fun is the 10-day wait for a cylinder!

Letter to Life

 Dear dear life,

I swoon to your rife:

Teasing me with your coy,

Throwing at me my favourite toy,

Then, taking all away in a snap,  

Trapping me in your redundant crap,

Mocking my plait for four decades,

Challenging my grit with your charades;

I do not have reasons for all your riddles;

Yet, I don’t succumb to your hurdles;

Try your hard to drain me out of my goodness;

I have inner light to fight all your madness!

The 3 AM Soprano

The luteal phase is here:

Emotions are singing in soprano;

Sleep is just dancing to the vibe;

Time and distance never make sense;

It’s only just month after month.

Reasons try to rein the emotions:

To see and talk to the ones I want is impossible!

Yet, "the heart wants what it wants."

If my tears could bring them all back,

Generations of loved ones from centuries ago

Would have come back to life by now;

Yet, tears can’t move one living heart to say "Hi."

I must be a faded memory to them…

My reasons and actions to let them go

Don’t have the tiniest effect on my emotions.

I wish my tears could wash away the memories at least;

But they just run uselessly down my cheeks,

Wishing and praying for the shut hearts to open.

Poetic Soul

 A small-town girl trying her best

To find a significant place in this insignificant world;

As a speck rambled and confused,

Believing she makes a difference,

Fighting through the crisis of survival,

As every single one does to exist. 

She puts her pinkish purple goggles on,

Deliberately refuses to remove them,

Sees the world in the hues of wonder and beauty;

Though the pride of literature adds 

A dash of significance to her existence,

Her life events and reality keeps trying 

To haze her radiance and burry her in the dark,

Testing every ounce of her might… 

As John Keats’ phrase ‘suspension of willing disbelief’ 

Is her gridlock to life—

Indeed, she knows the destination,

(As everyone does)

But believes the journey takes to different destination,

Until she reaches there;

Of course, she is thoroughly aware:

Life is a mockery!