4

her fight

worried of the foreseen consequences

withdrawn back at critical instances

scared of the probable monetary loss

always justifying the actions of boss

compromised in keeping self upfront

bearing alone the catastrophic brunt

knowing the obvious what men want

the demands are killing always haunt

but she still remains alive on this earth

wearing the crown of thorns by birth

faceless world cries for her equal rights

but its her battle and alone she fights

10

don’t worry

don’t worry if my voice doesn’t reach you

don’t worry if experiences don’t teach you

don’t worry if we are on the opposite poles

don’t worry if we don’t have common goals

just remember that your identity is in me

your breath is in me your emotions are in me

we live same life rented on separate bodies

our song of life possesses the same melodies

we see together what our eyes fail to observe

our chemistry creates the harmony we deserve

our hearts decode the invisible communication

thoughts beyond the words, hidden observation

relax and just wait for the nature to intervene

declare me the king and you the beauty queen

11

my identity card

wrinkle wrinkle little scar

I always wonder why you are

are you the age on the skin

or a self time counter within

are you the measure of smiles

or extra flesh revealing styles

why skin is the culprit for you

shall I plan to perform undo

do you occur on the soul too

do you visit other creature too

whatever you are but I owe you

I have worked hard to grow you

you are my hard earned reward

my embedded prized identity card

1

our freedom

You are the reason for my ceaseless craving

My infinite desires, my inestimable longing

I owe to you my existence in this world

I bow to you for getting me deciphered

With hope in my eyes I commence my day

With belief in my heart I wake up and pray

You belong to me is that a hallucination

you always remained for me a fascination

I never wished to pluck the flower I revered

But the nature has for the first time not erred

And now you are with me, for me, inside me

Your fragrance all around has aptly satisfied me

Call us the leaves of the same branch of a tree

We are born free, we live free, we will die free

2

my personal duty

if the bright sunlight is shining in your eyes

I can dim it so that it gives the comfort of ice

if the sounds in the nature deafening you

I can turn them musical the way magicians do

if the smell you sense around troubles your nose

I can covert that around so that it smells like rose

if the sensation of touch doesn’t make you at ease

I can change everything to make as soft as cheese

if the taste on to your tongue is not up to the mark

I can borrow the buds that is being used by shark

I want you to enjoy the mature’s unexplored beauty

and to make you feel homely is my own personal duty

2

complicated dialect

Someone help me with the tuition

I am  in reality not a magician

how do I understand her language

I don’t have any past advantage

she often speaks from her eyes

I could never decode it otherwise

her silence has the power of words

how do I break this type of password

her hands give me lots of indications

I can’t understand those abbreviations

her killer smile too says the entire story

I could never read anything confirmatory

it appears that I am a big foolish moron

who is not conversant with such lexicon

if someone can teach this complicated dialect

it will surely enhance my romantic intellect

3

the inherent asymmetry

the habit of settlement is not always good

the need for dissension is never understood

life cannot always offer a cakewalk to us

it is a mad mad world with a crazy rush

so please pour some acid of disagreement

on the biological assay of our relationship

stir it with the tender ladle of togetherness

so that we can well make a perfect grip

let there be a conflict of millions of words

let’s forget our flock, let’s forget our herds

let us respect our inherent asymmetry

and convert it into a a perfect chemistry

8

the necessity for compromise

who is satisfied with the compromise

neither you nor I

but when the water went above the head

it was time to say goodbye

at least the rot didn’t get exposed

at least the secrets were not disclosed

at least the peace of mind remained

at least the artificial rapport was maintained

life is a basket of compromises

and this wisdom gets developed with maturity

compromises are better than the conflicts

at least the character doesn’t get stripped

4

family bus

I don’t really know what makes me suspicious

for your eyes seems to be betrayed frequently

and I am the most unequivocal person on earth

who is trying to live the complex life decently

the honesty today is seen with great suspicion

the straightforwardness leads to skepticism

the helping hand is seen as the hand of devil

the greetings are taken as the words of evil

has being friendly become a crime today

why being selfish has become prime today

can’t the world become a global village for us

where all in this world can ride a family bus