Bruised Heart

                     "I want to be heard ..I want to be that little bird"

I see behind those smiles rests a land for destitute;
 Behind the love is my servitude.

I am the bruised heart of thee,
Roaring like a Banshee.
Seeking to be an escapee,
Acknowledge my insanity plea!
Freed me into the heavenly sea.

Photo credits--http://www.nidokidos.org

Unwrapping Me

Like a Phoenix ; I pirouette through my ashes ,to witness the new strokes of destiny on me.

Like the silent river I pass unnoticed within the bare reach of the trees.

Like the twilight I shine in the distant crease.

Like a thought I fill colors in your world of miseries.

Like dew I melt in sunlight’s seize.

 I yearn for silence to configure the real me.

Coz I am as ill tempered as the German bee.

I am not your lies’ vendee.

And I need noise to sublime the anguished freeze

I am vast as the seven seas.

Atypical as the ‘no name keys’.

I am the fresh breeze,

I am the reprise.

I am the mountain wheeze,

As fickle as the cloud’s sneeze.

Call me what you like …

I don’t exist just to your appease

Call me what you feel

I shall always conceal

And be genteel.

My manners being puerile

I act on my ego ideal!

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Walking Down the lonely roads

                    I wonder where I stand in crossroads of your life.
                                When we have had a strife.

Often look back to see whether you followed my trail or not.

See around whether you are waiting on that bench uncaught...

Hoping you would be out of the woods, just like in my thoughts

I always saw that love blooming in your heart.

But, still wondered where I stand when we are apart!

The breeze conveyed of your presence.

The falling leaves caressed and touched my essence.

The periwinkle filled my vent.

With your nostalgic scent.

But I often wondered do you miss me the way I do?

If your words are so true, 

Will you take me out of this blue?

Walking down the lonely roads!

Where do I stand ?

When you leave me unplanned

I say to me

I shall stand;With thee

Cause Its only with thee I am me .

--Picture Courtesy :Bhargav Mishra

Servitude

Stripped,scratched,swelled....

still my soul dances within the reins of servitude..!

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Narrow..

My mind fetters the word "Narrow"..

Narrow minded people ..

Narrow roads not taken ..

And the Narrowness in your eyes.

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