Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

Clear, I am As clear as a transparent glass, As clear as the mirror clinging to the rusted nail on your wall, But Not as clear as your heart, which has so much dirt in it. Color I am, Color your baby fills in the drawing book, Color I am that of your wall, White for peace, yellow for life, green for youth, pink for love But not of your soul Black for darkness. Eyes I am, Eyes that looks for love, Eyes that have only love in them Eyes that hides everything that can harm you But not eyes which can see someone being hurt. Time I am Time that waits for you Someone who would make you know your faults Someone who would ride you back in time to relive and make corrections Someone who won't prove you wrong but where you went wrong But not the one who will take revenge for what you did with her Tongue I am Tongue that doesn't slip Tongue that bits itself before speaking anything wrong Tongue that is know for it's love But not the one who downs people

Happy to be lost. Trip taken to forget this world, Trip made me forget myself, Trip tripped me in a certain way I couldn't ever reach to my inner self. Wind winded up my dreams, Wind took away the sand in which I wrote my name, Wind made me love what I have today, But it also took what I had yesterday Road took me nowhere, Road read what I was, It showed me only dead end, It never let me ride the way I want. Doors were just for sake of being there, They never stopped anyone who wasn't deserving of my love, Doors dared, but I couldn't They were mere reasons why I am broken now. Trees were just like few who stood up for me no matter what, Trees gave me shade to stay, when others were just trying to fire me up. Water gave me relief and also became the expression of worries, Water was what my eyes had in them, when he left me for his wife. Pain was a gain, A surreal existence of a world where imagination wasn't just a game, I was insane to fa

I missed the little moments I could have gathered to decorate my vacant string of life, The conversations that could have bridged the gap between me and my mom I missed the life of north campus everyone have been talking about, I have wasted my time in untangling the life's knot The late-night hangouts, the drinks the dance the feeling of high I missed the feeling of broken heart That I would have had if I would have fallen in love with someone in very first sight. I missed the sister-like bonding, I search for that in strangers, been thrown, been used, been betrayed Ooh that little black dress I imagined myself in, I missed that dress because my so called SouthIndian orthodox family doesn't allow me to wear it! I missed the first special kiss for I wanted it to be instant And I ended up planning everything even my break up! I missed sitting on my fathers shoulder when I was a child, I couldn't even learn how to ride a cycle! Shit I missed. Now tha

A rectangular wooden huge and strong That's how my bed looks... 21 years of taking my weight, it never died, never complained, never stressed. It's crinkled sound while changing sides, were a lullaby for me, Though embarrassing when I would sleep with my cousin on it. My panties, bras, skirts, shirts, well these are the usual things you might find on my bed, Sometimes even books, if by mistake I am in mood to write or to read. Holding me safe and upright, the legs of the bed are like my family Without any one of them, I'll fall! The sheet on my bed shows my nature, Colours here and there, flowers and teddy bears Yes I am a kid, no matter what's my age, And my imaginations are still full of candy floss Pink and red shades with little bit of gloss. The bed is the audience and it has been the stage It has seen my every emotion, love, cry and pain The conversations with my girlfriend or my love, It never leaked my secrets For it can't speak of c

These little lights of the city makes me think what if these are stars on the earth which disappears the moment the sun comes up. These meaningless lights, in the sky and on the earth, are just there to learn counting and to assure the little ones that someone is watching their deeds. I see cows and buffaloes taking rest on road and think 'are they planning on a peaceful yet adventurous death?' Or they are just wanting the place which used to be there's but then we made roads there? I think that if it's true that if a crow croaks on the roof of your house then you can expect some relatives at your place, Then why the house of the widowed mother and her four years old son, is as empty as my stomach right now? The dog on the street wags it's tail everytime I pass by him. I think, does he know me? And want to ask 'have we met before you cute little thing?' But unfortunately I am scared of dogs so I keep myself away! Their eyes! Nothing but craving

She stares at my chopped finger that I lost due to infection She stares not at my incompatibility but at her own insecurities He stares at my pants making me do a quick zip-check He is staring at his intentions not at me. She stares at my one-breast through which I feed my baby She thinks to herself why there is no shape for other She doesn't know I had breast cancer and have been just treated But it's her fear she is staring at, Not me. He stares and stares without a single blink He stares at my burnt face Someone unlike him threw acid on me and gave reasons for the world to stare He stare because he feels I am weird and scary But he is staring at his past not me. They all stare And they just stare Without even realising that one day (god forbid) they could be me. So I walk with proud that I fought these stares and pray they never be me.