Autumn and Spring

She paused. He resumed. She was speechless. He offered explanations. She expected the best. He prepared for the worst. She was ignorant. He reciprocated kindness. She was the aura of Autumn. He believed her to be the glory of Spring. In this delusional world of calamity and hypocrisy, she knew he’d bow down to her altar every single day with faith in his heart, desire in his soul, light in his eyes and a prayer on his lips. She knew him to be an absolute non-believer before he began worshipping her inevitably invincible flaws. While he was merely a sculpture made from clay and sent to Earth, it was her that breathed life into his soulless existence. She was his religion, his temple and the dawn of hope serving as an anchor for his bruised soul drenched in sin and sorrow.

She thought to herself if the Lord would detest her for letting His creation believe in the apparent mightiness of another flawed being. However, her demons roared louder than the voice of her conscience, “Didn’t the Lord Himself proclaim that those who worship others do so albeit in an improper way?”

He had unknowingly found the will of his heart while she had found yet another prey.

The taste of love, I tell you, is lethal.

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Being Human

Truths and lies,
Burns and bruises,
Hellos and good-byes,
Apologies and excuses,
Time fades and so do we,
We see life yet can’t be set free,
Bounds of society,
Enforcing limits upon our freedom,
No religion is different but a mere variety,
Believe in goodness and make humanity your faith,
Haven’t you heard?
What goes around comes around,
Haven’t you ever felt the pain deep down?
Only you can be the change you wish to see,
Only you can be the justice you wish to be served with,
Take a break from those customs confining you,
Think out of the box for its time you knew,
It’s nobody else but ‘you’ intervening with yourself all through.

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Filling In The Spaces -I-

Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this post do not intend to offend any religious or social beliefs. 

N: I always wanted a dramatic love story, now I have my wish fulfilled. I mean we have a real-life ‘RamLeela’ (Romeo & Juliet) going on. The literature can’t even begin to understand and explain my love for you and my capability to sacrifice myself to own you, so fearlessly.

A: We will write our story differently and change the geography of the miserable history of love. We can take a stand to be accepted. I know neither I nor you care about this freaking double-standard society but let’s do this world a favor. Let’s do it for the generations to come. Let’s do it to make sure there are no more divides to ban the existence of love whether it be religion, culture or this society itself.

N: If I am handed over to these corrupt, pretentious and fake religious freaks in this society who might be drunkards, rapists, terrorists and a disgrace on the phase of Earth themselves; they will not see any flaw in their own actions but will point their fingers at me for loving you. They will cut me thousand times over if I tell them that I am in love with you – a Hindu!

A: I will slice them into pieces more than stars in the sky before they can even think of touching you.

N: You say these kind of things and my heart skips a beat. It’s like you rip open my chest to steal my heart and leave me to burn in the flame of your love.

A: Because as many times I rip open your chest to steal your heart, the more chances I have to wrap your heart with my love and seal it back again.

N: How will I stop burning in the fire of your passion if you keep killing me with the same sword?

A: You will not regret burning in this flame of passion; my heart won’t let you.

PS– Love is all about freedom so let it flow, in whatever direction for whatever means through whatever medium — just let it flow. The more we try to control things, the more entangled they will get resulting in even more out-of-control-situation.

A Call For Action

This can not be my abode,
Life does not have a hibernate mode,
Suddenly killing people can not be right,
Can black ever be transformed to white?

The color of innocent blood stains my soul,
Every inculpable death calls out for a just role,
Is it that the peace is unwanted?
Is it that we pretend to be united?

We tweet and post statuses; we shout and protest in rage,
We sympathise and compromise; we pretend we understand this Age,
Praying to Almighty to show a miracle at this stage,
Hoping for the goodness to free itself from this evil cage.

When nothing seems to be working, we pray day and night,
Muslims, Hindus, Jews and Christians – they pray to Allah, Krishna, Moses and Jesus,
The concept of God is different but the call is one,
These religions are distinct yet peace is what they yearn.

Don’t let a man’s religion define him for you,
This world needs us and we need to be true,
No religion preaches terrorism, murder and criminality,
Let’s stop this innocent blood shed – the result of forceful brutality.

For making this world a better place, we don’t need to go to Gaza or Syria,
We don’t need prompt updates on this manipulative social media,
Disconnect yourself and stop talking – it’s time for actions to speak louder than words,
Little deeds of goodness can broaden our horizon – challenging the spirit of a free bird.

Brace yourself for it’s you who can begin this journey of good,
Embrace yourself for it’s you who can bring the change you should,
Stop fooling yourself and stop praying for miracles,
Your actions are your warriors, miracles would happen merely when your warriors would.

I Love You!

Note: This poem is another real-life story. This is the story of my very dear friend who has over the time fallen for a man who possess a life-turning history that can move anyone! He is a gem and truly deserve to be loved for who he is. I have met him personally and I believe that men like him are found rarely on this planet for he never curses the life’s mishaps instead enjoy competing with them. He is an inspiration and I believe what he did for his family isn’t a piece of cake. It is his birthday today and I wish him a very warm Happy Birthday with blessings for his health and happiness. I hope he and my friend can succeed in paving their way together.

The poem can be confusing but I do not want to fade the charm by my explanations. All I can say is consider my friend and her lover on the scene – I’m not included even if the poetry sounds like “I” all the time.

Hey buddy, if you are reading this one’s for you!  Happy Birthday! *High Five*

Your arms comfort me,
Your love is all I can see.

Deep oceans and vast skies,
Love’s in the air – no goodbyes.

Claim me; I belong to you,
Waiting on the moment when I can say I DO!

Life’s been a torture and a harsh examination.
You’ve fought the hatred, bullies and raising inflation.

The day you sobbed while murmuring the story of your past,
My heart was stabbed and my heartbeat so fast.

You told me how previously you had nothing to eat,
You had to shift houses – move from street to street.

Your wife was your support and you loved her truly,
She paced with you despite of life being so unruly.

You looked at her and the miseries seemed off shore,
Her arms were your heaven and her love your highest score.

The world conspired against both of you,
However, you remained steadfast as the time flew.

*From this turn, I have changed the speech of the poem. The poem continues to be his narration (in my words, of course) *

Seven years of struggle, efforts and resistance,
Letting her go was the destiny’s decision.

Two different religions portray us as criminals,
If love is a crime then I will commit it in all my life’s intervals.

The world parted us,
My soul couldn’t take the fuss.

The divorce papers were on the desk,
Failure invaded my heart – my reflection so grotesque.

How can I sign them for I love her name?
How can I forget those memories we together framed?

The world’s cruel and brutal but my heart is at peace,
I smile when I encounter how her life’s at ease.

Her gleaming eyes deserve all the happiness,
How can I forget her lovely caresses?

She loved me, for who I was,
She adored me exceptionally without laws.

Today, on my birthday I cherish my memories with her,
Our lively memories that can never be blurred.

She looks at me from the photo I have clutched,
Her pretty smile makes me feel the warmth of her touch.

Many may come in my life though,
No one can fade the charm of her glow.

Life can be excruciating to wound you,
Make your way through and be forever true.