Sunday, November 29, 2009


This poem is on the behalf of the thousands of victims and thousands of collateral victims, who were shattered physically, mentally, emotionally to the core. on 26th Nov 2008 by just 10 men armed with huge explosives, who entered this country of mine which takes pride in being the military superpower in the world. I here say, that forgetting this horrible day will just excuse the leaders from being accountable for the job they failed to do. I am angry, angry at all those people who want me to forget 26/11, and carry on my life. I am helpless for I live in democratic society, but still have no choice but to live in fear for the people who were meant to protect me are just busy doing lip service.

Don't heal my wounds,
for i don't want to get healed
don't want my anger to be repealed
want answers for the my pain and sufferings that made me bleed

Don't heal my wounds,

for I don't want to forgive anymore
I want my wounds to sore
don't want to forget,what shattered me to the core

Don't heal my wounds,
excuse my spirit for few moments
I am sick of my resilience,
don't test my patience

Don't heal my wounds,
I don't long for your solidarity

neither your sympathy
I want answers for my apathy

Don't heal my wounds,
for the unreasonable reasons

you give me every season,
though I was attacked for no reason

Don't heal my wounds,
cuz I can still see the mother,
who lost her son in the terror

and still believes that her son will be back for the supper

Tuesday, November 17, 2009



Do not drop tears of your eyes,
Smile, cuz happiness are few,
don't fall, cuz its time to rise,
Smile, I am there for you

I know pain is there, time isn't right,
Smile, cuz reasons will be new,
Pain will be lost, need to fight,
Smile, I am ther for you

Stay quiet, your eyes do say,
Smile, tears are precious as dew
Let it go, I shall pray
Smile, I will be there for you

Don't worry, hope shall stay,
Smile, rays are coming for you,
Brighten yourself, don't shun away,
Smile, I am there for you

I know your aim is too far,
Smile, even though you have no clue,
end will be sweet not sour,
Smile, I am there for you

People with you, may not be happy,
Smile, while you are rebuked,
you have to be strong, not saddy,
Smile, I am there for you

My presence may not always be felt,
Smile, the bond need not be proved,
even when nothing much is left,
Smile, I am there for you


SILENCE DOESN'T SPEAK TO ME...... Vaccum seems to be airy again,
and I've no happiness to claim,
Wish there could be end to this dream,
as the silence doens't speak to me...

I try and camouflage my chagrin,
in the Euphoria of those who I say are mine,
Why the cycle seems to be mean?
why silence doesn't speak to me?

The isolation that had my love,
the inventions that were made in my clove,
seem far so gleam,
thus silence doesn't speak to me.

The symphony is indecorous,
The mirth of minbe is pretentious
this is acceptable as I seem,
I wait..
but, silence doesn't speak to me..

Wish the silence the Silence minces again,
before the cycle ends,
and tastes fresh as a 1000yr old wine
the Euphoria shall be prime
when the silence does speak to me.



I had a feeling, a confusion,
how come life is both cruel and kind?
to the relations, and creates fusion
and makes me wonder, who is mine?

Sweep of change,makes it ambiguous,
and makes me believe,that I can't never find,
true love that is so contagious,
and makes me wonder,who is mine?

How am I meant to sit and wonder,
for that splendourful sign,
the wait for which is tough & makes me surrender,
and then wonder, who is mine?

With all this I look up at the moon,
Expecting the one who shall be mine,
to be under this beautiful moon
and makes me wonder, who is mine?



(This episte of mine is specially dedicated to someone whom i consider my angel, I don't care what people think about him, I feel he was an angel to the world,that world failed to recognise)
I was waiting dusk to dawn,
but don't know where he is gone,
Why the God had him withdrawn?
Before the baby could sing his song...

I was waiting damn so sure,
of him burning the floor,
Why god had opened his door?
Before the baby could dance to the core...

I was waiting for him to cheer,
he fans, who were, oh so dear,
Why god took his chance to clear?
Before the baby could sing his prayers...

I was waiting to his face,
So happy and full of zest,
Why god put him to test?
Before the baby could enjoy and take some rest....

I was waiting time to pass,
seemed slow even when it was fast,
Why god designed the plan?
Before the baby could cheer his clan....

luv u mike...always will

Summer of 89'

Summer of 89'

Born in the Summer of 89'
with an artistic sign,
that a star as arrived
with hope,fun & pride.

Born in the Summer of 89'
gets better as a white wine,
who says great ones have died,
when one has just arrived!

Born in the Summer of 89'
honesty is her prime,
fed up with the hypocrisy around.
Who cares?World still moves round.

Born in the Summer of 89'
How are you? She says 'fine',
What else can be said?
When time to listen,by far, is dead!

Born in the Summer of 89'
born on the day one nine,
2.22pm was the time,
New Delhi was the place
and Krithika was she named......