Crafting Poems

" Am I going back to time? I am about to see myself travelling back to time. Happening those same incidents again." Am I looking myself back to time? I exchanged talks and analyzed deeply Some intense feel of longing arouse. Am I looking back onto where it all began? No I am actually at present But listening to those talks It is reminding me of something That same place where it all started We are again moving back on time. Time that reveals everything The biggest mystery ever happened. The ringing of some fixed date A date which will give all answers. The universe, these whole galaxy Listen deeply It is calling me, you, us Its trying to give answers. Every now and then The love that it transcends us all. Love is unknown But it has a definite destination Yeah unknowingly we all are a part of it. Time... this moment.. Listen deeply...  There is calmness, peace... A silence in the sky The wave from where it is blowing Yes, I can feel it too. Closi...

Have you ever seen their smile? You can get the true essence of love in them! Crystal clear as water. You know what love is? When they smile at your depressed heart That's what you call a true love is. Never misguided against your heart. You need no special obligations to make love. No selfies to prove your trust. Just the eyes will capture it all. The real gems you can afford More precious then your necklace diamonds. Have you ever seen those smiles? They might tell you something... Feel it... it could heal your soul. That smile will never give you pain In fact give you strength to move on. Their smiles... a true natural beauty. Not a mental one.

What to do? Now everything's under scanner Your profession be a rapper But you get termed as a raper. You try to convince her But get punished as a harasser. You teach about manner But they are okay with such matter. They tell you as a stalker, an abuser Who knows that maybe an observer. Sadly this person acts as a joker With words he is a fighter His swords of pen and poems Are much mightier. Without actually acting and fighting He is more clever... then others. Lost in this non ritualistic State of order People with more harsh snipers. Expecting for an identity That who is an urdent lover of nature And captures everything as a picture. And by the time you understand Why everything is under scanner My poem would be finished For you to find an answer.

(Based on the title of the poem 'First Day of Spring') Spring As I intend to write about Spring I at first think it as a season of meeting Meeting of people with no boundaries. Shahid, I must tell you it is such a beautiful feeling A fresh feeling of love, bond and making new relations. In this part of the nation You shall hear the beats of Dhol beating "Khitkiti Dhin Dao Dhin Dao Dhin". Marking the beginning of Spring At the call of the Cuckoo With colourful "Kopou" (Orchid) blooming The trip of a Bordoisila And humming the folk tunes all together. Come and see how everyone indulges in its beauty Dancing round and round under the "Nahar" tree And teasing the playfulness of youth There is a anticipation of new hope all around. Seeking blessings from one and all together It is a new year with new beginning. With images of dhulia riding a buffalo, playing pepa to the swaying nasoni conjures up the picture of Rongali. R...

(The following poem is a respond to the poem ' Truth has two faces and the snow is black'. The composition of this poem is strictly based on the feel and themes related to injustice/ biasness/ suppressed voices/ inequality/ fake or false news etc. The poem is based on a concept of " Dark World" which is visualised by a joker's smile in relation to the poem to be responded) Lips has been sealed Voices unheard Why I should stay calm? The truth is hidden You fear to see it clear Why are we forbidden? The past is never forgotten And time seems to be mysterical Why you enjoy such rumours? An innocent realises the defaults And then you take it as a chance Have you ever seen your darkness in the mirror? Time reveals and heals Mischievity at it's peak Deeper inside I can smell it. The joker smile that you give And I laugh to your stories. You play the game And I can end it But...game is not even played But you form the play. Why a creati...

(a short respond to the poem " do you have any regrets?" ) Hang me I am also a victim Of this dark world. An innocent criminal Of some unknown crime. Shoot me I am also supposed to die Cause I supported Those dark fantasies, Inherited and inspired.

(precisely responding to " has anyone heard from you lately" & " call long distance...") That phone call That ringing on the corner table Which no more rang after our last conversation. Now it's been ages That the phone never got picked up And since that day We lost our path. It's been a long gap Which I still remember its start. That shivering voice behind the call Do you know, how it felt on the other side? Today it seems I am hearing those shivering again. One phone call Even today I wait that to ring. What if that same voice could be heard! If that name reflects on the screen? Not sure how many times did the phone ring earlier. Unending conversations And of course the limitations with balances And charge. You don't know how much it meant those to me. My phone was full with these necessities. Today I am not bothered Whether it is full or dead Because there is no more of your sign And also not even mine. Today there are...

Setting up your self expected answer on your mind And pretend as if what will I say? Covering naked lies you try to be kind. Showering some thought provoking feels on behind Uncrafting the words to say Covering naked lies you try to be kind. Tired of adjusting myself for your mind Learning with those words to play Showing your non existent feels you try to be kind. Helping myself to remove you from the mind Injecting overdose and behave in a way Holding with the hands I control my mind. Do not hold and make it timed Taking false chances and make your way Please don't behave as if you are kind. I am not that easy to go away from your sight Or even bother or that will affect in a way, Even if you set your self expected answer on your mind I can't be like you and ain't surrender to be unkind.

God created a beautiful girl named Syria Along with her little sisters Sunni and Sia Days were good when they played cindrella Till when they developed and grew old Over the times they met many strangers And someone who became their father Days were beautiful Until, humankind was replaced by mankind Mankind with their own desires and lifelines Their whole life came under a operation theatre Taking masks and moving around Little sisters in search of their mother and father The play they used to play under colourful daylights Was now under black clouds That never seem to end They look above high Praying lord and asking why? Innocent breaths and water full eyes Bursting of clouds not with thunderbolts But with bombs and missiles. Some demonic spirit took hold of that girl Syria A deadly poison into tiny little eyes And strangers that were part of Syria Now don't have any place to survive Yes even Lennon failed We all fail to dream We have all ...

Logo ko dekhne par Ajkal burai kehte hai iss burai ko itni gehri se na samajhne mein hee bhalai hoti hai. jaha haseen mein hee duniya kayam hai waha yeh pyar kya cheej hoti hai! Kaise hatau meri nazar Tumhare upar suraj ki kirne jaise para hai. agar hatau bhi toh khud ko ghamandi mehsoos hoti hai Shukar karo me tumhare paas nahi.. Shukar karo me tumhare paas toh nahi lekin itni si nazariya ferna hakk toh banta hai Yeh nazar...badi kutti cheej hai Usse bhi jyada hai muskaan areh usski gaali bhi malai jaise pighalti hai Pata nahi ese kahani kaise banayi jati hai jahan shabdo ka hee anek roop dikhay padta hai isliye dhiman ko matlab puchna, asmaan mein sitaare ginna aur shehnai ko sapera kehne jaisa mannbuddhi wali baat hoti hai.

If love is actually an attraction Then why do you after falling in this attraction Tell that you "love" me? And how can I say, that I like something? Is it just a game of words? As if to pick or pluck a flower? No, I ain't mean to do any intellectual jugglery But I'm confused of what you actually need? Was it the love that you wanted me Or, your self desire for your own benefits? So please, do not fall for my attraction It might mislead you, or even cheat! Which might seem to be a paintbrush but is actually a razor. And I don't want you to fall in that trap. I do not want you to appreciate my attraction by making the false belief with a "love" Just like you wanted to kiss the fragrance of rose But got your palms washed with blood. Coz then love would have no space to fit in And hence, it will get no place to survive. For what nowadays I am finding for the "love" Struggling, confused and scared that in the meanti...