Heart Break

Authored & Created by – Anup D.

Being upset from me for a lifetime you walked away

Exactly at that moment -when I’m still holding your picture in my hand

I have only liked one person in this entire lifetime

Apart from that, I do not know what love is

In the beginning it was just as simple as that, that you seemed nice

Now it has moved to a point that nothing without you seem nice

People did say time never ever stops for none

Not sure, why? But for me, it stopped at your smile

You never asked about my well being

But you still knew everything about me

Because I was certain you had a close watch on me, through your heart’s eyes too

I never ever got upset from you, but only with your time

Which you never had for me

Strange are these relationships now

Everyone has time but no time to meet

In my city of love, I asked myself what is the most beautiful?

I m there, you are there –so what else is necessary?

I had slept many nights with the desire to dream about you

I’m sure, I may have requested my eyes to keep extending the night within

Now standing in front of my mirror and I am thinking

What has changed in me? That you have changed?

Your friends asked me once, what do I do?

When I said I only know to love you

They laughed and you laughed too

Cunningly they asked and what else do you know?

Laughs -I know, but not the talks about malice and being hurtful

There are jokes in my talks, but not every talk of I is a joke

Someone there cruelly opened his ill-nature to say ‘I don’t deserve you because I’m not as successful’

You kept your dignified silence with a grin

Sometimes a cut from a knife leaves not even a zilch of a mark

But sometimes just a tiny gesture is enough to dismantle someone’s existence

Maybe only my shot comings have earned me my bread

Otherwise, my talents have always fallen short

Maybe you may not know the tremulous pain of a heartache

Because maybe not every heart that mourns dies in public

I never got the chance to know the reason

You kept changing the tone and we kept becoming stranger

Nothing I could say despite so much to say

Did we only remain strangers like strangers, despite meeting every day?

Did we meet just to meet?

Or did we really meet?

And if we did not really meet

Then why did we ever meet?

Now somehow he finds a reason to find me every day

Now even this pain knows all my shelters

I’m sure it is not like this is a coincidence

Separation of you, from the beginning, must have been a planned and settled affair

Today I may be talking about this treachery

But once upon a time, I was completely demented for you

This innocent heart died for you

It ‘No’ likes No more the beauty of this world

If this hangover had been because of alcohol, I’m sure it would have been gone by now

But this bad habit is of you, which I do not believe will go before life

Some are engulfed with the soul, some with a body, and some with money

Everyone loved but in their own and own ways

She blended in I; I could never blend in her

So, I may have remained a bad debt on her balance sheet

Only when she left I realized

That no one is necessary for anyone in this world

If you were to test any relationship do it in the autumn season

Because In spring every leaf seems to looks green

It is not in the nature of every soil to be loyal

Many saplings do dry off and die in their flowerpot

In search of the drop of water I jumped in the sea

The same drop of water I was searched for

The same water that drowned me

Strange world this is when you are sad no one ask you

But when you laugh everyone ask you the reasons

The only desire I had for my life was that it should be colourful

And exactly everyone who walked in my life was a chameleon

Don’t be ever over proud of your success fooled by the height of your ego

Someone once mentioned, that even clouds need to come down to earth to collect water

This continuous pain does not allow my night’s sleep to continue

But somehow this heart has this continuous habit of patience

Which does not let my tears continue

Only now, if our paths agree we may meet again

Because our destinations have no desire it seems

But that falls from its branches I’m not that leaf

So tell the storms to remain in their limits

They are in peace and comfort that are rock

Because this pain and suffering are only for the sensitive

But suffering is always creative

Because it gives rise to something new and productive

Anyone who is a buyer, do call out

Because I also need to negotiate the price of some old memories

But some secrets are good to remain within you

Because even the poets don’t express every tale

I’m sure this time will go

I will maintain my composure

When the good times can leave

Then who the hell is this bad time?

Passionate love if it remains unfinished, then learn to be proud of yourself

Because the truest form of love has always been unaccomplished

P.s: Inspiration- Mirza Ghalib

If there is only one smile left in you

Created & authored by: Anup D.

 

He goes to hospital every day

To see her

To feel the need to touch her and sit by her side

She never responds

She can’t

Her state of coma don’t let her

Her body is dead

Those eyes of her just see

See him everyday

Holding her hand

Like he will never let her go

 

It has been 8 years and he never missed a day

He comes there

Talks about few things here and there

To give her company

Hoping to see at least a tiny reaction

Sometimes just as little as a zilch

An inch of her eyelash to move

An eye contact for a Nano second

A little press of hand from her when he holds her

Even hoping for her to feel a slight heaviness in her breathe on seeing him

But she never moved

Cemented and unmoved

 

He is dying everyday to see her like that

Every one everyday reminds him she is not going to recover

But he knows that the last sense to leave us is our sense of listening

That gives him some hope

The hope which makes him crawl through these 8 years

A hope but never an expectation

A broken heart and a cunning frustration

One train one journey but two different station

But he never lets her see his state and agony

Quite the opposite he behaves normal and funny

 

Some memories with him make her live

To see the next day

Some unfulfilled desires

Makes her hollow from within every single day

She wants to say

She is dying to express

And say ‘Yes’

To the question he always asks her, ‘Don’t you still love me’?

Before he hugs her and leave everyday

Before he hugs her and leaves everyday

Only to come back again the next day

To be with her

To feel her near

 

The only happiness in the world is

To love and to be loved

She cries within her

It always hurts when you have someone in your heart

But you can’t have them in your arms

 

They were both lovebirds

Like rhymes and poetic words

They had lived those days

Those days of laughter and fun

When they both were in school

Young and cool

Those days when his friends use to tell him that ‘to make her fall in love you have to make her laugh’

But for him, every time she laughs his love for her attains the height of a giraffe

They were in love as long as they can remember

Like the honey bee and the sun flower

They loved each other every second, every minute and every hour

 

‘She is in her last stage’

One day Doctor says

As he checks her pulse

‘Please go home and take some rest’

‘I’m seeing that you have been transfixed here for past 4 days’

‘We have really tried everything we could’

‘And there is nothing much left for us to do’

‘She would not move even an inch’

‘Your 8 years of coming here everyday could not change that’

‘Please accept this now and take care of your own health’

Doctor left the room

Pressing gently on his shoulder as he walked out

 

His eyes are watery

His dim lit pupils express what he can’t with words

A tiny drop of tears rolls down his cheeks

Which makes the track for the rest of the big ones to follow

His tears from the eyes to the edge of the face

Have travelled the exact same journey

Like his immature love from ‘I love you because I need you’

To ‘I need you because I love you’

An entire journey of a lifetime

 

He knew that this stage and day would come

But power of the truth is also to shock

And it’s not the least known

Amongst it’s many other appeals

He stood there in silence

His eyes are transfixed on hers

A homely bird seeing it’s nest go

Not a word spoken

Only eyes do the talking

Sounds of this universe are extreme opposite

Yet they co-exist with blissful harmony

Sound of silence of two breathes

And the sound of screaming and burning of two hearts

Both co-exist in harmony

 

Fortunately they both have learned to understand each other’s silence

Words are only for those who have yet to achieve this dimension of love

He promised himself to not say ‘Goodbye’

In the end because he will only cry

He is seeing her last few breaths

Love does not know it’s own depth until the hour of separation

 

He does not feel the need to touch her now and sit by her side

Because he knew she never responds

She can’t

Her state of coma don’t let her

Her body is dead

Those eyes of her just see

See him everyday

Holding her hand

Like he will never let her go

 

It has been 8 years and he never missed a day

He comes there

Talks about few things here and there

To give her company

Hoping to see at least a tiny reaction

Sometimes just as little as a zilch

An inch of her eyelash to move

An eye contact for a Nano second

A little press of hand from her when he holds her

Even hoping for her to feel a slight heaviness in her breathe on seeing him

But she never moved

Cemented and unmoved

 

As he turned around to go

He just ask her what he ask her everyday before he leaves

He knew for the last time

‘Do you still love me?’

Not expecting her to reply

 

but

SHE SMILED

 

P.s: If there is only one smile left in you, give it to the person you have loved the most. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. Love buzz. It really does

 

 

 

STREET KID- those small dying dreams

Scratched face and wrapped in mud
At the age of eleven, I look more like sixty-year-old dud
My clothes are torn and visible stains of soaked blood
My parents died in a heavy flood

My papa did what he could for us to somehow eat
My Ma sold books on traffic singles in shivering heat
I don’t remember I ever slept with my stomach fill
Papa use to say may be it’s just the God’s will

There is no one now I can call my own
I am insignificant and completely unknown
My body is slender, pale and thin
I got dimples when I use to grin

I see people picking their kids in cars
While I sleep under the sky and stars
I don’t remember how many days it has been
Since I washed my hair, face and chin
No one talks to me, may be it’s a sin
My favorite food is near trash bin

My life now is as black as a coal grid
With no future and hope just forbid
If I remember correctly may be my name was ‘Sid’
But now everyone abuses me and calls me a street kid
I sometimes wake up in night, not finding my Ma besides me in fear
Take a closer look at my face and see the track of my tear

I’m same child that come close to wash your car screen
You open your window and say words very obscene
Everyone ignores me everyday a million times
They just push me away and throw a nickel or dime

When I use to feel sad, my ma use to hug me and give me sketchpad
But why now everyone hits me so bad?
My hands are tiny and feet with no shoe
I feel lonely sometimes but whom should I go and speak to
No one talks to me papa, do you think so I have a disease?
Can I not choose a life to live like I please?

My eyes look for love not silver or gold
But I do have a dream, which I never told
Whenever I cross a bakery shop I always pray
God, I dream of eating a chocolate bar one day!

P.S Street Kids, are human too who needs love, and have very small earthly dreams- somehow help them fulfill these small dying dreams

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

FATHER OF A NAMELESS SON – all about loving ur parents

I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
My eyes are weak, but I still see the sign on my only property, which says ‘to be sold’
I now have a thin body and my wife and I are both eighty year old
She is ailing and lying on the sofa shivering with her hands fold
Nowhere to go and no one to talk with and behold
No choice left, but to be self-consoled
Only tree left in my garden is ‘alpine gold’

The view from my balcony is very clear
Sometimes thoughts of unfulfilled desires only come near
Instead of going away, they rather bark like a deer
I have a son who was born in ‘leap year’ (29th Feb-Only comes once in 4 years)

I remember the first time when I held my dear
Seeing those eyes and angelic face, my heart’s emotion did nothing but stir
My love for him was only pure and sincere
There was a time, when my front courtyard was filled with his cheer

I was working then as a young engineer
Every day I was dying to get back home to see the God’s souvenir (Gift)
Watching those small little hands and tiny ear
It was like to seeing your heart walking outside your body and that feel of fear
Our lives without him was ‘completely hollow’ that was so crystal clear
God please do something and make him reappear

I remember his complete school days
Working for him till midnights, to complete his essays
That helping him out with his tense, nouns and phrase
Answering his millionth question, with same excitement and craze
Those innocent acts and naughty plays
Why are my eyes wet now remembering those dusted thoughts and decays?

Heaven must be very small, because I could see it in his shining small eyes
My boy was becoming a handsome youth and I blessed him to always rise
His mother and I slept and skipped our many meals and rice
So we could save for him and thus he never have to live short and compromise

But I could never understand, what turned him towards us to see us with despise
He rudely denied our love for him, which was our saddest surprise
First time he held his mother’s arm and gave me his red eyes
I’m sure I would’ve done something wrong to give him a ‘No smoking’ advise
Only a child has this power, to become the sweetest or most painful devise

I remember one day when he was on the terrace
I saw him taking drugs with his friend called ‘Ferras’
I told him to please stop and explained him the evil of this virus
He told me to get away and don’t make him embarrass

On several occasions after this, he screamed at us and implied
‘I don’t need your bloody love, so don’t bother me and stay outside’
His mother still thinks about those painful memories and cries
Her eyes have emptied out and dried
It pains my heart to think, he is now not with us alongside
Oh Almighty! , Don’t please show this day to any father worldwide

My son got married to the most beautiful girl
I was extremely elated and gifted them diamond and pearl
He use to abuse and be rude to us in front of his wife
Those words pierced me from inside, like it was a deep cut from a knife
I could never understand the reason of this disconnect
But I still could not neglect him ever or object
Only thing I wanted was some reasonable respect
I swear I did everything I could to love him more and reconnect

I wondered why, this strange distance was beginning to arise
God I must have done something silly or unwise
I still can’t tell, why he could not realize our love and our cries
He left us lonely one day so easily, without even saying goodbyes
I consoled my wife, who froze completely, standing still like when someone dies
‘Grant me oh God’ just one wish, to please let me go back to that day and revise
What did we do wrong that we lost that precious prize?
I need the answers from you to my entire Why’s

Was my purpose just to raise him good, educate him well and pay his loan?
Did I burn my entire youth, for absolutely nothing to call my own?
Can you tell if his mother rightly got, what she deserves?
Was that fair that she lost her speech and now only lifelessly she observes?

They say dusk is just an illusion, because sun is either below the horizon or above
Despite this room being absolutely empty, only for you ‘my son’ there is lot of love
Some things can’t coexist at the same time with each other and even without, such as a day and a night
‘I don’t know my mistakes my dear son’, but I’ll pray you raise your child forthright

The view from my balcony is very clear
‘My son’ I can still see this empty courtyard and remember your cheer
I know you were born in leap year
But we still celebrate your birthday each year
I still do remember, when I held you first time my dear
I could die for those small hands and tiny ear
My love for you is pure and sincere
If I get to know that you are happy, then I can leave this earth without any fear

I’m standing in my balcony and it’s very cold
I can’t see the chopping of my only tree ‘alpine’ gold
I wish someone would listen to my wife, after my final hands fold
The pain she have within her is hidden and untold
I wish he would visit us before the angel from heaven takes us away
‘My son show me your face just once, come back please please and don’t delay’

-From a father of a ‘Nameless Son’

P.S: Most beautiful thing in this world is to see your parents smiling and knowing that you are the reason behind that smile. ‘Our birth’ itself is such a debt on each one of us, that we can never ever repay it no matter what, the very least we can do is to keep our parents happy and respect them.

 

Created & Authored by : Anup D.

ROLE MODEL – a Junkie(Drug Addict)

I’m a junkie;
Parading around town, like a diseased monkey

I’m respectfully called a drug addict
Cocaine and heroin are running in my veins, is what you can easily predict
These drugs somehow had ‘Me’ handpicked
I had been totally hypnotized by it’s aura and tricked

Cos no one is born with any addiction
I started relying on them, because of my own broken conviction

I admit I was weak; this temptation is what I could not resist
Bitten by this drug snake, via which venom hissed
I chose to rather stay with those dirty needles, which punctured my wrist
When actually my family and friends kept waiting at home, to be kissed

Once I was told that, Jesus died to pay for my sins
Was it- so I could get stoned, with those Injection and pins?

For me, HE also accepted to be crucified
Praise me, cos I paid him back, by stealing money from others, to maintain my addiction – now that’s called being dignified

When sun goes down, the blue becomes black
My life as I see now, has taken up a tragic wrong track

The track, which has taken me to barren grounds
Deprived me of my self respect, given me cunning body pains and now these hallucinating sounds

I’m sure I must have burned my loved one’s million hopes
In those smoking pots, cocaine sessions and rounds of heroin dopes

Self-destruction was a romance
Who was I foolishly convincing, that it’s even beautiful to see a frog dance?

My needle mates (Junkie friends) always use to say this
‘Addition is such a beautiful bliss’
‘It’s like an addictive and lusty French kiss’
‘Have one more, just one more doze- don’t miss, don’t miss’

‘Heaven will soon start, when you reach your orgasm’
Why did I not realize then, that addiction is life’s way of playing a joke with a hateful sarcasm?

But,
Why are you even talking to me, you ‘crack head’
I know you’re my inner soul, which I thought was long dead

I remember talking to you regularly when I was a child
Can you take me back to those days, when I smiled?

I recall you telling me during my first time, ‘Do Not Try’
I ignored you and shut you up, by saying ‘Good Bye’

Why are you still telling me, I have to leave this all and start an inner conflict?
Do you not know, it’s not a choice for me cos now I’m an addict

I once read, that  journey of every river ends in a sea
So are you telling me, I won’t end up with this hollowness and can actually be free?

Do you still believe in me, that I can do this on my own?
So you’re telling me, that I have an inner strength, which to me is unknown?

Do you know the harder I’ll try to leave this, the more it will pain
No blood flows in my body now, but this white cocaine
I hate to admit though; but- what you’re saying is right, when you explain
Even the dirtiest mud smells it’s best, when it rain

Will you stay with me now, because I need someone to talk with and be heard?
I promise you and give you my word

I agree and you’re right, I have been weak for far too long
I can’t let this addiction rule me and now I have to be strong

Hay listen,
You cocaine and crack
Leave me alone, f*ck off- cos I want my life back

I promise now I’ll take back every single thing what you stole.
My life, my love, my world and my dear Inner soul

I refuse to die being a junkie
Like a diseased rotten monkey

I take control of my life from today and will re-model
I want to be remembered not as crack head, but a role model

 

P.s: Life’s good, you hold the key to recovery- open the door and see a brighter side. Drug addiction won’t make you a role model, fighting it -will.

 

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

 

DON’T KNOW WHY? -do new clocks always show 10:10 ?

When you buy a new clock, it always shows the time as 10:10, did you ever realized?
I once thought of this and one interesting thing I analyzed

I’ll try and explain this in a simple way, for someone to relate
If you don’t like it, you of course can curse me more in public on a Facebook update

A scientist once placed 5 monkeys in a cage
They were all very sophisticated, educated and had sage

He put a ladder in the middle and kept few bananas on the top
As expected monkey’s started jumping with excitement without a stop

But every time any monkey went up the ladder to eat
He soaked rest of monkeys with cold water from head to feet

After a while, every time a monkey climbed the ladder for banana eating
The moment he came down from ladder, rest of them mercilessly stared beating

Now after sometime, no monkey dared to go up the ladder regardless of the temptation
All were behaving as if they have come on very composed family vacation

Scientist then decided to substitute one of the monkey
New one immediately jumped up the ladder like a superman called ‘Spunky’

Little did ‘Spunky’ knew when he got down
Other would beat him up left, right and center to give him the welcome crown

After several beatings ‘Spunky’, accepted not even to look up and try
Even though he never knew the reason why

Now the 2nd monkey was substituted and same thing occurred
‘Spunky’ also took part in this beating the new member, even adding his curse word

The 3rd monkey was changed and the same thing was repeated
The beatings of this 3rd one got more violent and heated

4th monkey was replaced and he saw the bananas kept uneaten
The sec. he stepped down he was thrashed and beaten

Finally the 5th one was replaced
After his beatings, his face was red like a tomato paste

Now what was left in cage were 5 new monkey
Chunky, Clunky, Funky, Hunky and our very dear superman ‘Spunky’

Even though these handsome faces never got cold shower
But they continued to attack any monkey, who even looked up at banana flower

No one knows the actual reason of doing this and thus not amend
They are just doing the same thing, like following an invisible fashion trend

Had it been possible to ask these monkeys, as in, why they would beat up all those?
Whosoever attempted to go up the ladder to touch that banana rose

I bet you, they would answer

“I don’t know, but that’s how the things are done here and I don’t have a clue”
Why clocks are still kept at 10:10, is the same reason without a logic view

Few of us might be thinking, this sounds familiar to situations in my life
Where I can’t answer why am I doing the same things like a robotic surgical knife?

Other may be thinking, it does not relate to me because I’m wise
But why then do you remain confused, stuck up sometime in thoughts, decisions and situations you guys?

They say, it’s insanity to expect a different result from the same actions
Our life is a canvas of some sorted and confused abstractions

So whenever you get stuck up, are confused and decide to give up and stay
Remember, there is always a different way to do things in a better way, a better way and a better way

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

AWKWARD LOVE- When Grandpa Meets Juliet

If I have a girl friend one day

I assume moon will shine better than usual and spray

 

Sunshine will be weighted in abundance in kilo ton

Sun will remain throughout the night to say, Oh my boy you Won, You Won

 

Air somehow I feel would have that special fragrance all around

Even lion’s in Jungle won’t disturb me and shush themselves to make no sound

 

I’m worried what will I say, If she’ll ask me, how much I love her in a haste ?

How can you explain someone, how does the water taste?

 

Can I say, ‘I’ll try my best to like you like an 8, cos it never end’

‘How about we stop the words now and just hug and blend’

 

I may not be her first kiss or her first love

But somewhere far, ending is always best when a horizon meets a dove

 

‘You don’t have to be perfect for anyone, including me’

‘I’ll have to find perfection in the way you are, is the key’

 

I need someone one day

Who also could tell me, ‘even when you’re boring but you’re still Ok’

 

I feel awkward to say this and shy, but ‘can I call you mine’?

I wish she would reply to this by saying, ‘That’s not my name my dear, ‘I’m yours’ on cloud nine’.

 

I can’t understand any bookish romance

Where Romeo ‘n’ Juliet die young, whenever they get a chance

 

Rather I want to become that Grandpa taking my Juliet to france

Where even the stars may shy away, when they see us both dance.

 

@Created & Authored by:- Anup D.

DO DOGS COMMIT SUICIDE ?

As I was walking down the alley
I saw a dog lying dead, with gun by its side and blood spilling out from its belly

I ignored it and walked ahead
A thought suddenly came to my mind, which I had recently read

Even dogs are doing Suicide, when they are depressed
This truth is little shocking, for me to accept Instead

Because, It is well known that a dog’s brain is equal that of a two year old
You need to posses a sense of consciousness to make a move, such a bold

For anyone to take their life they need to understand the concept of life and death
And come to a conclusion, that ending is easier than to taking the next breath

How can two-year-old child posses such a sense?
And can equate between loss, grief, and pain so immense

It’s strange to believe, a Dog telling God, you can’t fire me cos I quit
Gone are the days of my sense of humor and quick wit

I cannot tear out a single page of my life and still admire
But Instead, I choose to throw the whole book in the fire

Considering this thought,

I conclude that it’s an illusion, that we are all only touch and feel
Our consciousness that we have, is actually our real deal

That also tells me I have the power to disallow any depressed thought walk my mind, with its dirty feet
To go through what life has to offer such as the pain, the anger and this happiness is what makes me complete

So I won’t accept and die like a dog’s death
When I can control and consume this universe on my command on every breath

Created & Authored by: Anup D.

I’M A HYPOCRITE

It’s my hypocrisy
When I tell others I respect their opinions, like it’s a democracy
But when I actually only listen to my own self, like an autocracy
When convincing me with your opinions, is like trying to work a useless bureaucracy

I’m a hypocrite
When I value judge others and tell who is wrong and who is legitimate

I often do pretend what I’m not
Only to cover up my own weak spot
But still only I can lecture you on how to behave, more often than not
When I myself cannot

Only I have the liberty to profess a belief, a feeling or virtue, which I actually don’t even hold
But you do any mistake and see how my judgments on you unfold

I’m a hypocrite,
Cos I have the freedom to say anything behind your back
But when you face me, ‘you’re the best believe me, without you I’ll have a heart attack’

When I look around, I see lot many people like myself
Many of us believe that wrongs isn’t wrong, if it’s done by nice people like our self
Most of what I see, is that everyone is willing to be a fool himself
But he can’t bear, to have anyone else to be a fool thyself

I see things around me and I get amaze
How hypocrites like me, interpret things in our own convenient ways

Say, If I’m an ARAB, a shooting by me will be considered as an act of terror
Same thing If I repeat being a WHITE, don’t worry it’s just considered a Judgment error

If I were a nun, I can cover myself from head to toe and considered a devotee of God
Same thing if I repeat as MUSLIM women, my beliefs are then orthodox, depressed and odd

Is it not hypocrisy to fight for getting the peace?
It’s like saying I’m screwing you, to save my virginity for press release

I once read hypocrite is like that sinner
Who is hollow from the Inner.

He’s the man who murdered both his parents, by overdosing them with morphine
And then pleads for mercy, on the grounds that he is an orphan

I’m Intelligent enough to know when I judge someone; it does not define him or her, but me
But why should I accept this, cos that will make me Normal, Liberated and Free

@Created & Authored by : Anup D.

THE FORGOTTEN – Homeless

As I woke up in the morning
The clouds are raging on me, without any warning

I surrender to their gestures and their threats
I remember, once I had bills to pay and the debts

But now, I’m lying on my back in open and looking at the sky
No food in my stomach and my throat is dry

There is something in the sky, because whenever you look at it with a craze
It always connects you, to your old memories and those days’

Those days of laughter, a home and pets
All I’m left with now is a mattress, one trouser and two cigarettes

Plus, an empty stomach, those old memories and now starving pain
I just wish ‘Oh Heaven’ now, that it did rain

Because I don’t want to show the passerby, my dark swollen eye
I hate to admit, but sometimes men too cry

As I lie down motionless,

A life, wants to exist my body because of this starvation
A silent revolution is going within me, like a self-realization
I’m a part of this human society, which is not even considered a civilization
I could be equated to a used pad, thrown after a cycle of menstruation
If I may be lucky, I may end up becoming a 10 sec topic of some dinner conversation

I still have self-respect left, not to beg anyone to give me food
Even though I m penny less and semi nude

Though I read once, that people believe in ‘Giving – as a Joy of living ’.
May be that is true for only one day, of ‘Thanksgiving

Cos reality if very different, bitter and crude
Many people here are not that nice, but may be rude

I look at life from the street closely enough, to say it is ruthless
I’m the prey and I’m THE HOMELESS

@ Authored & Created by: Anup D.

HOW TO MANUFACTURE BROKEN WATCHES- BE A BULLY

They all say I’m a broken watch, who looks ugly and should be thrown aside
But then why does my mummy say, ‘You’re my prince and my pride’?

My name is ‘Aayan’ and my age is ten
But why does everyone in my school, tease me and call me a ‘Fat Hen’?

My daddy once said ‘You’re my golden son, whose name have a very good sound ‘
But why does my classmates always beat me and throw me to the ground?

Once I went to my priest uncle, he said every child has a God inside
But why does everyone mock me everyday and say ‘You fat, you ugly and now go away and hide’
I don’t trust my priest uncle anymore, because he don’t know where does the GOD reside
I will tell him that no one sits with me, at lunchtime alongside

Mummy, why did you keep me in dark by calling me your prince?
Why did you not tell me, I look very ugly ever since?

Papa, you also are not good at all, I should say
Why did you keep telling me I’m your golden son, in your fake sweet way?
When everyone just laughs on me and throws me away

I promise, I will never talk to any of you anymore
Because I’m now shutting my door
I don’t love myself, but now abhor

P.s:
A Bully: Who uses one’s superior strength of influence to intimidate someone, typically to force him or her to do what one wants, and not every child knows how to handle a bully, it can have long term psychological effects.

Some alarming figures:

>Kids bullied 3 times or more show sighs of great depression
>Kids bullied 9 times or so, shows signs of possible suicidal tendencies
>250,000 kids report being bullied each month, these are just the ones which gets reported

To stop this manufacturing of broken watches, DON’T BE JUST A BY STANDER to a someone being bullied, SAY SOMETHING.

@Authored & Created by: Anup D.

A CONCEPT CALLED GOD

I always wondered, why would a believer turn into a non-believer and take this U turn?
Unless he is absolutely sure, that there is NO hell waiting to take him away to burn

There could be only two possibilities, for this to happen in my mind
Either, he thinks, of him possessing all Godly qualities in his ego blind
Or he takes a step forward to declare himself as a GOD, of this universe combined

But when I deeply thought, I concluded in the true sense of the word
That he is still not completely rejecting, but rather affirming, the presence of this supreme Invisible bird
So to call him theist and not an atheist is not that absurd
To me his basic sense of reasons are confused and blurred
So can I present you with my own rationales, as an option third?
So can I peacefully say, I reject HIS presence, without making it sound like a ‘curse’ word?

‘Do you believe, in a concept called GOD?’
To reject his presence, is against a popular belief and a bit odd

It’s not easy for anyone, to stand on their feet and face the difficulties and wild storm
So may be depending on this ‘concept called God’ becomes our most convenient painkiller balm
For someone who can challenge and revolt against a popular belief and still not feel weak
This breed of convictions is museum’s material, because it’s very rare and antique

I think that any man, who has some reasoning power
Would always question the Invisible tower
He always tries to understand the life and people around him, without blindly accepting and blinking
Merciless criticism and Independent thinking are two pillars of any revolutionary thinking
I can’t claim these thoughts are completely my own
But these are collective conscious I acquired after learning; reading and now I represent their clone

Our forefathers because of lack of truth and short of reasons, evolved some kind of faith in thing called ‘Supreme being’
Everyone tried to solve the mysteries of life, with their own vision and foreseeing
To back this logic, thus came different religions for your and my well-being
Every religion claims they are true and most liberating and freeing
And we accepted them without reason to question them or disagreeing

If one is led to believe in, after rigorous reasoning of this GOD’s concept or theory
His convictions and beliefs should be deeply appreciated by gifting him with red cherry
For even if his reasons are flawed and controversial like an intention of a butcher’s knife
Chances are he may be corrected someday, because reasons are guiding principles of his life

But if he is actually there, then I only have just few questions to ask
Why is Mr. Almighty still wearing an invisible mask?

What’s the real reason for him to create this earth or universe please let me know?
If he has all the powers to change things, then what pleasure he is getting watching this merciless show?
The world is full of woe, and grief and countless miseries
Is HE enjoying by putting the salt on the injuries?

How would you defend your Omnipresent, and this heaven’s immigrant?
For HE is not less than ‘Genghis Khan’, the mighty, the brilliant
Who in our recorded history, is termed as the most gruesome militant
For his ego and pleasure he killed thousands of innocent
Then how is our Mr. Heaven’s Vincent?
Different than him, who too is enjoying his morbid pleasures by playing his evil instrument?

You will say, that it is to reward the sufferer and punish the evildoer in the hereafter.
Well, well,
How far will you justify a man who first inflicts injuries on your body and then applies soft and soothing laughter?

SO would you also justify the supporters and organizers of Gladiator bouts?
Who use to throw men before half starved lions, to be peeled like a grain’s sprout
Because they too later cared and looked after Gladiators very well
Those who managed to somehow escape that staged death’s smell

So to believe in concept called God, is that not our guilty pleasure?
Think about this when you are at your leisure
Is this not to cover our weaknesses and use it as our defensive measure?
Cos philosophies only come, when we have emptied our reasoning treasure

P.S: Thank GOD for giving me the courage to write this without offending you… I hope no offence taken? Please confirm.

GOD BLESS US ALL!

@Created & Authored by: Anup D.

RESPECTFUL DONKEY –those others who will always say !

A father and his son were walking freely, on either side of a donkey
Two men standing there looked at them and said, ‘look at these two fools behaving like a monkey’
They are nothing more than a mindless junkie
Cos why would anyone even walk, when they have a donkey?

The father heard this and told his dear son
‘Help me sit on this animal, so we can stop their verbal gun’
As they were walking ahead, under this heated sun
A lady saw and pointed at father ‘look at you, you ruthless one’

‘How can you be so heartless and make your son to walk’
Start counting your days to hell, with an alarm clock
That gave father a 4000-watt electric shock
He felt like a complete unlisted stock
He immediately got down like a smooth sales talk
To make his son sit on it, before they walked toward the city block

When they entered the city

The son was now having his donkey ride
While the father was walking by his side
Seeing this an old man walking along side
Called the son , ‘a lazy bum ‘ with a disgust inside

‘You have NO RESPECT left for your father’, he replied
How can you sit on donkey with such a pride?
While your father have to walk by your side
‘You are worthless young fellow, ask anyone worldwide’

Hearing this, the son felt very abused
Father saw this and felt very confused
He too then climbed the donkey, on seat unused
‘We finally found the solution my son, now we can’t be accused’

Father and son were much relived now, with this perfect solution
They felt as if they have solved the Darwin’s theory of evolution
But before they could go further, with this great discovery and contribution
They heard another noise pollution

This time it were two priests, who looked at them and said
‘God we don’t want to see, these two living dead
So either call us or take them instead’

‘How can these two be so cruel to a donkey, who can’t even say
Hell is waiting for them, as they would decay
Give them some wisdom oh our LORD, we can just pray
Such a cruelty to animal, they both have to repay

Father and son looked at each other and decided
They immediately came to same conclusion undivided
This decision was done at the speed to light
No argument, no fight, they felt they can’t be more polite

They both got down off the donkey, faster than a ‘mouse click’
Tied the donkey to a long bamboo stick
Walked on either side to avoid donkey’s kick

Now they thought, this could be the way to avoid the punishment and hell
Before they could enjoy their heaven’s farewell
A small little boy standing there, made a yell

‘Look at you two mindless junkie’
Behaving like a monkey
Why are you both even walking, when you have a donkey’.

P.S: As they say in Hindi ‘Sabsey bara ROG,kya khangey LOG’ (Biggest ‘disease is to worry about what other would say’ )

Authored & created by: Anup D.

METALHEAD –That youth, which is wasted on young

NO Job, Spouse, freedom and voice
That’s the root of youth’s frustration, without a choice

He’s like the Sailor, within the life’s sea
Who is aimlessly searching, for that shore and orchid tree?

The tree, which may never be found
That builds his frustration more compound

They say ,

Youth is wasted on young sometime
One small mistake could black mark for the lifetime

This frustration makes him walk on very thin line
If he can manage this anger, he will shine
Otherwise the obvious thing is decline

So my young friends, do remember

You always connect your dots , looking backward
So deal with this fractured frustration, which ain’t that awkward

Be at peace, because that really matters
Since life is a plate of mixed platter
Be calm and don’t uselessly shatter

@ Authored & created by: Anup D.

BOOMERANG –Our Karma

Here comes Mr Vik Verma
Let’s talk about his karma

Vik use to steal a lot
Weather it was someone’s cash or an earthen pot
Super confident, that he’d never be caught
His spending’s been, like of a big big shot

Because of his deep pocket
Every girl wanted to be close to him, like an electric cod and a wall socket

He is doing great in life and now lives in a mansion
All he talks about now, is his business expansion

Seeing him live so lavishly makes me think,
I wish I could also travel to Paris for a drink

May be I should have done the same
Why do I need to work this hard and worry about my annual leave’s claim?
I could also have easily earned like him, with that stealing game
Those girls’ would have also know me, by my first name
And all I would think is, buying that most expensive picture frame.
‘Wow, life to me now is looking like a beautiful golf game’

How the hell am I living at present? What a shame, what a shame!

Few days ago when I met Vik, I was shocked to see him living on the street.
When I went closer to him, to greet
He was completely warned out, like a homeless defeat.
Like all he was living off, was a whiskey on the neat
He was looking, not more than jerked and wasted meat

“My accountant have robbed me completely, of my balance sheet”
He stole even my last penny, for his own retreat
He has left nothing for me; he is a cheat, cheat, cheat! “

Those were his word’s, which made me suddenly realize
When I thought to myself, may be his situation is not that complicated after all to analyze

They say KARMA is a b*tch
That is

What goes around, finally comes back around
Only that your boomerang will always come back with double rebound
From a blind, just try and steel only one pound
Before you hit the burial ground
This KARMA will cut your limbs, before you could even turn around.

@ Authored & created by: Anup D.