Denied assurance

To purify my heart
To check my soul
I waited long for the path
To be felt assured
If I may fall, I may die
And to get up again
If I may even survive
I searched for a light
Going back and forth
Denying rest in peace
And saving for the rest
I shall believe to roar
Or May be I’m not sure

If to walk around
In misery of jungle to see
Catch double of wishes
Owing its replies in three
May be I don’t even hear
May be even I don’t feel
My heart feels the numbness
And my mind echoes to be free
Thriving to fall down
Just catching my breath
On an offspring tree
May be it was a certain cure
Or maybe I’m not sure

Funny instances of life
I need the most I deny
I assure of things I don’t preach
I love moments difficult to breathe
I owe my life to flings
Rather than choosing worthy strings
Demand and supply may not equalize
Rather sympathizing to options
This includes both the sizes
May be I’m just having desires
But then I am not sure, liar

I see what I get
I truly oppose the word “regret”
I take a stand to choose
My life to live and love
There is nothing to afraid
Nothing hazy to lose
If I have to, I would
Taking a risk and not to bend
My circumstances are internal
My injuries are a disguise
My heart still mends
On the broken chances of life
I cover up most of my lure
Or maybe I’m not still sure


Rain book of the year

When the rain starts pouring
On their way to be free
I wondered here being far
If I could see a shallow me
Of the beautiful flowers
That crosses me inside the path
I trade what is left to gift
The wettest shadow of dart
There if you could imagine some spells
Those start their journey from the leaves
Starting to pour from the sky
To churning between the feet
Sometimes I think for a while
What if it just came to see?
Even so chances are bleak
It many end up falling on me
If I tried picking it up in my eyes
And to smell it softly
I may very well get the nexus of life
Dealing with the charm of festivity
Purposeful treasure of this rain
I met in this hour of distress
Splendid self-written look to wear
In the rain book of this year

“Rain book is a not just a poem. It’s an essence of my life. In the middle of the year when the rain starts to shower, I see what has been over and what is left to my power. I write it all down & hide under the safe, to open with the coming of middle year and be amazed of the rain. It’s better than the starting as it’s not even the end. It’s the way to see it as half better in change & half in pain.”

An era of pain


I am planning an escape

Through a dark long maze

The knock is silent to be

Sparks do fly

And everywhere it chooses to see

There is nothing to ask nobody why

Amazing seems our patches

Life’s all short of catches

Never fully satisfies

Is the new born attach

Life’s hurtful a bit

Too loud, discouraging to admit

Apparently there are reasons

To let thousands of them to fly

I am picked by pieces

And many more to try

Hurt isn’t the only thing

That kiss me an hi

Around are some souls

Shy matters of the cry

Ugly souls have the saddest choices

And the platter of a tie

I am looking at a paper

Too blank to lie