In Conscience

Irreverent my eyes were closed

Stoically i sat my manner was grim

Encumbered i lay with the solemn truth

Idiosyncrasy cannot be hidden under the veil

Discovered infinity in five and twenty years

Yet time has gone by in light years speed

And memories lay on ground ashen

With vendetta it is raging me forward for more

Alas! courage strands me at uphill

Flurry of emotions turn into colour of tar

I’m besieged by me apprehensions

Trying to stay reclusive and afar

But stench of feelings invade my body

Stuck in paradox my fear of discovery

Can you make out the thin line of scar

Running from my thigh to calf

Belligerent eyes easily assume

Heinous feeling inside me grew

presumptuously i didn’t let you know

Falling off the wagon

New seeds in my conscience I sow


To be twenty-two (22)

T o be 22…young,naïve and dream

To be 22…working out different means

To be 22…a causative scene on play

To be 22…illustrate world in monochrome display

To be 22…live, wild and burn

To be 22….destiny takes an eventful turn

Rose tinted glasses comes off the face

Every ruble of every dream becomes memento for fate

I’m ready to salvage but life doesn’t work that way

Salvation comes in a form so true

When I saw your shadow…Oh! To be 22.


In the woods a well-hidden secret is kept

Crooning the words alight of a defect

Even the memories are gruesome to the heart

Walls were built to keep the memories in past

We shout, cry, bawl, and whine

Nothing prepares us for the reality check

Looking for the meaning in the sea of dead

We think it is easier in our mind

Though tad difficult the real life is not that kind

Crumbling in mud is no way going to help

Rising from flame is a fable of west

Take a stick and then take a stand

Affirmation to thoughts before running blank

I heed to the day as natural law guides

Vengeance is a contaminated moot

And it’s not so easy to kill and bite


The Veil

Out of the conscience into the mind

Certain distraction the veil of time

Could have spoken the truth but words not honest

Little slit forming on a wall, Can it be broken?

Drapes covering head falling before the eyes

Difficult deduction to make everything a jaded find

Conquest is marched and promises are broken

To shed a tear a colossal opportunity is stolen

And timid is her stance as wheel of time started to churn

In cacophony of thoughts she found answers to all her question

Though many questions in her mind were still unanswered

Sheath of her skin too thick to mind anyone’s attention

Forgotten are smug jilted words of control

Now she controls the time when the veil is to be put on