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At the end of the tunnel


Into the darkness I treaded, pitch dark, filthy and stone cold.
I knew not how I ended up there- it had no beginning and no end.
I knew not if my shadow followed me or had deserted me.
I just walked agonizingly slow, a bit scared and full of incredulity.

I felt myself shabby- my body wrapped in rags and full of dirt…
My face full of blood and sweat, my fingers with long end nails.
I wondered if it was a dream; I punched myself to wake up.
It hurt and so did the reality- as I kept my feet moving frontward.

There was a scary quietude and only my footsteps kept echoing…
I paused for a moment and tried to listen for one sole voice…
But there was just stillness- like in the gated grave yards…
I shouted out loud and its echo spread and faded into silence…

There was no back and there was not front- I just strolled…
Into further slumping darkness… into magnified hopelessness…
I trudged till my feet bled- hitting my head and kicking the walls…
I pleaded for an end… for a ray of hope or a hand of guidance…

I cried for my love… I begged for forgiveness for my sins…
I made a thousand promises and yelled a thousand curses…
My bloody and sweaty face now had tears of penitence…
As I walked like a sinner, and cried endlessly like an orphan…

Now I started praying for my love, and for her happiness.
I started forgiving one and all for the wrongdoings and selfishness…
I said a thousand sorries to one and all whom I had hurt…
For once in my life I killed my ego and heard the sound of silence…

But I hadn’t stopped yet; my legs had somehow gained vigor…
I now walked a free man in a godforsaken pitch black tunnel…
I had an enigmatic smile on my parched lips and a glitter in my eyes…
I now see an end to the tunnel – my love waiting, basking in love-light.

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© , 2015

Fade into Oblivion


As I turn the pages of the story of my life, in pensive silence…
I contemplate, and think about other countless stories.
They came into this world, struggled through their times…
They too had tales- untold and unread pages of anonymity.

They were people from varied era, but they were free souls…
They were trapped in the chains of life and its unending melee…
They fought hard; they tried to live- tried to earn their place…
They loved, they thrived, and they pushed hard with little glee…

The kings, the soldiers, the slaves, the farmers, the sages of all ages…
Whatever they did in their lives was difficile, but a beautiful story.
Not everyone is remembered; they were not heralded royalty.
Still they wrote their chapters, mostly painful pages and some happy.

I now think of my story, the pages I turn as I move on.
I look back and pause, at the pathways that I treaded on.
Some were moments of bliss, some painful time-ticks.
I think of people who came into my life and those who’re gone.

They made my story lively, they made my story beautiful.
A lot came with blessings and a lot made my tale painful.
But I thank everyone, because I was in their story like a trivium.
Like those untold tales, my story too, someday, will fade into oblivion.

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© , 2015

She is Daddy’s Girl


She has tears in her eyes, lying on her bed in the night…
She misses the strong hug from the first love of her life…
She is a just a child, who needs endless love and nurture…
The care, the feel of protection that only her dad could provide…

She has her hands folded, pleading to the Almighty…
“Why did you take him away from me?” – She cried…
With no answer she wept… With no answer she slept…
He was watching her from the heavens- a painful sight…

He wanted her to be safe… wanted her to be daunting strong…
He wanted her to take care… wanted her to survive and fight…
Fight through the obstacles of life… protect her worried mom…
But she is just a child, who needs a lot of love… a hug so tight.

She wakes up the next day… just like any other day…
She promises herself to be strong… to be brave in life…
She goes out into the world to work hard and stay ahead…
She feels insecure inside but she wears her fearless smile…

No one knows her pain, no one can see her heart’s void…
He watches her from the heavens, her eyes’ with a pearl…
He watches this lionheart, her courageous indomitable spirit…
He is in peace as he knows… this little braveheart is daddy’s girl…

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© , 2015

Silence Can Be Heard


When you are in distress, dejected with everything around…
When every word spoken to you, molds into a deafening noise…
When you know that your words, however strong, no longer matters…
You keep silence… with so much to say, you’re left with no choice…

When your heart is broken, shattered a thousand little pieces…
When you know, you love someone but he won’t come around…
When in your thoughts you remember people from the graves…
You keep silence, no word would be enough… you’re dumb-found…

When life gives you all that you wanted, happiness and successes…
When you’ve moments to be proud of- you’ve eyes full of tears…
When that special someone whispers his coveted first words of love…
You keep silence ‘cause you’ve no words- just a heart full of emotions…

And when you are left alone, stranded in your life’s struggles…
When you walk alone and you’ve no one to take strides along…
When you step back, pause and reflect… look for answers within…
You keep silence even though deep in your heart there was a song…

Now I know… your silence has a voice- the voice of your soul…
Now I know… your heart has a story- a tale of pain and ecstasy…
Now I know… your love for me can never end… a beautiful symphony…
Even when you say nothing… I can now hear your silent voice of silence…

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© , 2015

The Chained Soul


Sometimes, I look in the mirror and see my inner self.
Tied with shackles of past, prejudice and penitence.
I struggle hard to break free, and leave behind this broken self.
But I know not why, I lack the strength, the motivation and sanguineness.

Every day, in my dream, I would see myself, growing weaker and fragile.
Like this lonely heart, shattered- a countless pieces, scattered…
But in my dream, I see a hand; The Hand of an angel- soft but not frail.
That pulls me with all her strength, but the demonic shackles won’t break but clatter!

These fetters try to hold me back into the darkness, endlessly, shamelessly…
But that hand tries harder, and my hands bleed; I cry- not out of pain…
I cry, because I had started liking the darkness, and this hand was pulling me away.
Because I found love in these shackles which won’t let me go, and pull me back again!

This hand, then holds mine, tighter, to let me know that she is with me.
That I need not worry, and that I need not be scared; she wants me to hold onto it.
I start feeling the strength; I start regaining the faith- in her and in me.
I then, give my all and break those chains, and then I see the light and my angel’s smile.

But then my dream ends, and I still find myself in chains and pitch-black darkness.
I cry for her- my angel; but she wouldn’t come, and I wait sleeplessly, hopelessly…
But today, I saw that hand again; It’s not a dream this time.
Today, I gave into her powers and charms, and she has finally set me free…

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© , 2015