NIRVANA

Despair, depression, disorder and darkness, 

Falls off you as you step at the portals of the seclusional island.

It withdraws the soul curtain to invite tranquility, 

Makes a  mark, 

Where your hatred and bloodbath cease, 

There you make a solitude, 

Or call it -peace. 

With no sacrifice comes no pleasure, 

For those in misconception, 

Vana is no land for leisure,

It demands attainment of sunyata, 

Which enlightens the emptiness within, 

Via deep concentration, 

Offers complete cessation, 

Of destruction. 

It's nature's paradisal call, 

Santifices souls, 

Pulls them above, 

Above the corrupted horizon, 

To exclaim, "what life is, 

What death signifies, 

And why love is stronger than both. 

Learned then strikes nirvana ,

The seclusional island .

EXPRESSIONLESS POWER

The sole soul, 

the empty street,

to walk alone ,

Is what the sidewalker dreams. 

The drawn cloud, 

Bursts out loud, 

Opens the window, 

Shelters the filter feelings, 

Upon the judgemental crowd. 

The vulnerable reflects fear, 

"O'poor dear", the world exclaims, 

Overpowers the little voice.

Yet the Walker, 

Gives life a pause, 

To ponder on the red and the green, 

Giving hope a signal, 

Concludes to walk an extra mile, 

For those who stand by. 

Finally, the silence breaks,

The emptiness fills up-to the brim, 

Anxious to let out, 

Slowly peeps from the corner, 

And jumps into the worldliness hole. 

Tripping, slipping and dancing, 

The broken silence, 

Clears the inner vaccum with grand feast, 

Making the sole soul strong and together, 

Back again. 

Expressionless turns to reflect colours, 

Holding on to this the Walker ,

Keeps walking ahead, 

Happiness surrounds, until,

"Help help",

the Walker falls ,

into the black hole

No,no worries ,

Cause, All that life signifies,

Is to reflect love even in thunder, 

Is hold your breath and wonder, 

Is the green grass exsists both ways. 

A VOICE

A voice of late twenties ,

Had giggles and cherpies ,

That round face,

With scared eyes 

When I met them from where I arise. 

She could laugh out loud, 

So her sorrows and pain is hidden, 

A voice of a girl

She was in hiding, 

Hiding from a monster, 

Whom she had once loved,

A mother of two ,

Staying away for good, 

Living herein as a helper, 

Smiled all day and night, 

A voice of a young mother

Had you see, 

You would say, "How beautifully she flies"

But not for long, 

One day turns the table ,

Overruled months of happiness 

A voice so low, 

"The scum has come, "said one among the helpers

Poor girl covered in herself, 

She knew this day would come, 

She knew this all along, 

Had this day come so fast? 

He said "I am back from prison "

A voice in mute

The lady of the house restricted the poise

She called for the girl, told her, "distance"

He was clever enough, 

As he saw her coming, he went on his knees 

And begged for an apology, 

The girl took a few steps, not realising, 

Now an arm length was the distance,

She is weeping, 

When he took her hand,

dragged her close, 

Her endeavors to release 

Were all a failure 

The lady of the house held her hand, 

Who is bold and brave, Still couldn't stand the man rushed in a rave, 

Voice needed help 

He was brutal and harsh, 

His hand surrounds her hair, 

He took her faster than you could say sabotage, 

A voice cried 

Without delay, 

Cops were called, 

An advocate was coordinated, 

A hardcore feminist, 

A neighbor felt some chaos, 

Learning absence of menfolk, 

He came in for help

A voice of strength and hope

Cops were here, 

Rather a cop was here, 

Helper narrated the scene, 

He enquired vague questions, 

Lady cried, "go, else she will die "

Cop concluded "ma'am not under our area, 

Report elsewhere "

This insensitive man took oath for protection, 

Here's a salute! 

Is he involved? 

A voice was shut 

Her pain was imagined, 

All lighting was on her that morning, 

That powerless creature 

A voice in pain 

Advocate and the neighbor,

Who had gone in search, 

Came back with a child,

after a while, Said in woe,"

Her children and in-laws refuses to help"

Child cried her characterless, 

How does he even know that? 

Understood, He is blackmailed

A voice with no help 

No evidence ,no case, 

Advocate spoke, 

Lady don't rage wars 

Let her go, 

He vanished her into the air, 

A voice but no law

lady stood astound, 

was helpless, 

Felt insecure, 

Felt guilty, 

Mighty her voice, 

Hears a pedestrian, 

If she is alive 

Otherwise, a hope she Rests in peace

A VOICE HEARD NO MORE

"I WONDER LOVE "

"love is real,

Love has a meaning,

Love never dies",

Shakespeare's teachings had it all

I wonder if time changes the meaning ?,

Cause  love does die at the edge of boredom,

I don't know if love is named in lust 

Cause the heartthrob words torture within

I wonder why,

Love never tells you beforehand,

Infatuations create chaos inside ,

Erupts ambivalent emotions  ,

When asked "do you ?",

Heart responds in anxiety ,

I wonder how,

21st century mistaken love,

You can't fall every minute ,

Because a fact revealed ,

It happens once and stays until forever,

I wonder if,

today we are been modified 

By master souls,

To love every other passionately ,

No matter their response,

I wonder ,

 Is it difficult to demonstrate between,

Romeo -Juliet ,

And friends with benefits 

I wonder what,

Happens in near decades,

If artificial intelligence produces love games,

Just wonder in wonders,

If wonder in love disappears ,

And the legendary turns fantasy 

Leaving it alone to grasp opportunity,

I wonder....

COST OF LIE

Bigger the lie,

Higher the price,

I was very little ,

Mumma warned me against lying ,

She knew ,world to be a manipulator ,

Little did I stood on my words,

Slipped ,tripped, and fell backwards.

Little could I control ,

I knew that I was wrong,

I knew that all along ,

I knew that I knew,

Still I let it flow over me ,

Karma projected ,turned ,threw an arrow 

And said,” cost  of lie”.

LOOK LESS SEE MORE

It is rightly said,

Things claim 10 times more beauty distantly.

Although ,this world is a corrupt island,

Full of monsters ,

Still it looks like a palace ready for a big fat wedding ,

Lightful, colourful and blissful ,

Wanting you and me to put a step in and explore ,

When we do we know ,

Lights to be fire ,colour to be blood and bliss to be mere morose.

No we aren’t fooled ,

No, we aren’t made a story

All it is ,is a fake belief,

Of our hope lying dead alive .