Waiting...

It's hustling,
the world, so pretentious!
Oh, I am busy, it boasts.
Even the time doesn't have
a second to breathe,
her every moment is quick like a bee!
Not one composed soul
to listen to the whisperings and
whimperings of the world,
to fall in love with
the absolute beauty of life.
When the pace is so fast
that life feels worthless,
a feeble heart, still
struggles to last.
When the lights go off,
eyes in the dark,
When the bustling stops,
mind jumps into a
meaningless silence.
There she is,
in a corner,
unwanted and rejected,
still with a light.
There she is, the child in us,
waiting to be found.

Window

Staring at the blank page,
Not a word of my own in my mind,
Every story of the world passing
through a digital window,
but still I have nothing to say.
World grows, great things are done,
amazing people are found,
And these facts make money
when I sit and loathe myself in a corner.
The only place I can see myself
is in that corner,
the right angles that support me.
I try hard,
To just look at myself,
Just me, but it's clouded,
she is not there,
she is ashamed,
she can't accept herself.
And her outlet are these words,
Which provides her the window,
to escape,
atleast for a minute.

Bricked

Few stripes of coloured hair,
self judgemental mirror,
A loathed fat tummy
And everything,
bricked mind which has
failed to perfect the shell,
too dormant to notice
the inner soul,
that everyone misses out
while looking for the soothing pink!
The paper and ink
opened the shell
to discover new,
better questions!
A new soul for the mind
to accept and adore!

A drizzle...

The droplets drizzling inside my room,
I feel them on my arms,
The memories flashing inside my
Head in sequence and
Me, unable to stop it..
It's drizzling and I feel cold,
But I can't move myself to close
the window!
The guilt and regret,
making me hate myself more,
The silent suffering,
the unspeakable language,
the girl dying inside!