DON'T HEAL MY WOUNDS

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don't want my anger to be repealed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

I AM THERE FOR YOU...

I AM THERE FOR YOU........

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

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.

WHO IS MINE?

WHO IS MINE?

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?

I WAS WAITING.....

I WAS WAITING......

(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