Get out there and live a little

 "Get out there and live a little" she wrote.

A little of happiness, is what she shed with her presence.

A little of life is what she let gave from her time.

A bird she is.

Loved her cage with a belief that the cage itself is the world.

"Freedom of choice" never crossed her little road.

"A wish to feel alive" was never in her wish list.

"Gush of love" never ran in her spine until;

She once just started to "Get out there (from cage)" and started to "live a little".

Beautiful cage she lived in. But;

Beautiful she felt outside of it.

There's nothing more ecstatic than the beautiful moments she spent that;

No future would dare to erase.

That beautiful she is and;

That beautiful she'll remain.

In the chaotic world that she resides;

The little road she chose to walk out of her cage;

Will question her identity, individuality and character.

But, in this little time of hers, why not;

 "Get out there and live a little"?

Tangled Love

 Oh.. hey, you got to stop that!
Being scared of everything that could happen.
Being scared of nothing could happen.

Oh.. yeah, the life around is fuzzy buzz.
Everything seems natural, organised and heaven to live.
And.. hey, you got to stop that.
Stop thinking that life is lively and made of heaven and hell.

Yeah, everyone got a story to tell;
Which is unnaturally natural in its way.
Some fishes are hard to kill;
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop trying to kill that doesn’t die.

Everything’s blurry at the moment.
Nah.. overdose doesn’t clear the cloudy sky.
Neither the touch let’s you forget the feeling.
Inevitable the bonds are and become.
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop if it’s evitable and shaky.

Funny.. that life always finds a way; 
And.. no cold can freeze the beat of heart.
Letting nothing pass in between the tangled bodies;
What shall one know?
So hey, you got to stop that.
Stop being a goddess and cold.

Isn’t.. the soul(s) unsettled?
And yeah.. we’ve got and get the scars.
And.. no dark sky guarantees the moonlight.
But hey, isn’t it enough to hear,
“I’ve got your back; And wink with a smile?”
Fuck moonlight, when the hugs are enough to let fall asleep.
And gently, kiss the scar.

Exhausted Lungs

WILDFIRE.!!

World is on fire;

Trees are getting cut;

Lungs are getting exhausted;

Anyone asking what caste you belong?

Confusing who’s feeling hard to breathe!

Earth itself or Virus.

Never dreamt that;

A motionless body has to lie down hours;

To get its turn to burn;

And become a memory of ashes.

Anyone talking Kabristans or Shamshan now?

Who’s to blame?

Politicians? Public (Me & You)? God?

Or, is it a “System failure”?

It’s proven that;

“System committed a crime against HUMANITY”.

If you and me don’t stop where we are now;

There won’t be you and me to speak.

Page Turn Over

Turning the page doesn’t hurt;

But,

The frozen moment of the page.. in memory does..!!

The characters of the page does..!!

A mind wrapped around the character does..!!

The span of life the page has taken away does..!!

Being on the same page does..!!

Turning the page doesn’t hurt;

If you cherish the frozen moments of the page..!!

If you let the character roll..!!

If you let go thoughts from mind..!!

If you can understand the importance of time..!!

And,

Above all,

Letting yourself to turn the page and meet new character;

Who can freeze a moment of yours, creating memories..!!

Maya

I wonder how a woman feels;

When she lets someone touch her bare body!

The fault in the stars doesn’t matter before her trust I guess.

The faith she puts in that touch;

Oh God. Only “She” would know and feel it.

I wonder how a woman with a character feel;

When the fault in the stars appear.

And, the faith becomes a comet!

In a society,

Where screaming is not allowed;

And, the game of judgement always on cards;

I wouldn’t even dare to imagine how;

She lets herself take it all and move forward.

On whom would she scream when;

The hands she held weren’t there to wipe her tears?

What would she cover herself with;

When there isn’t a feeling to feel?

Whom would she complain about;

This unfairness of life?

Belief system would disappear and no wonder why;

She never lets her emotions erupt thereafter.

Independent she might;

But beneath, it’s not her body to be touched (again);

It should be a character that respects;

And kisses her whispering, “You’re beautiful”.

Unsettled Soul

She always hid behind those dreamy clouds unsettled!

Neither to shower nor to shine.

Confusion always crawled beneath her skin;

“Matter of fact” was always galaxy away of her reach.

Consciously subconscious she became!

The difference always attracted her than repelling.

The beat she loved couldn’t reach her!

It is the dark sky and trembling silence she could see and hear.

Clouds always been her “Augmented reality”!

And she chose to hide behind those dreamy clouds “Unsettled”!

And;

Why write about her?

Cause, I felt she is one among best antiquities of nature.

Malar

I see her walking

With a smile

On her face

Slowing down the time

And,

Asking the heart

To beat in rhythm that matches her smile.

I'm afraid that

I fell for her.

Not knowing that

I fell every time

When I saw her.

I kept my hand on my heart

And,

It was smiling like

It never smiled before.

I think it skipped a beat

But wished to continue

Fearing,

That it won't fall for her next time.

Never knew that a smile

On a flower can blossom

And,

"O beauty!!", you are the flower

That blossom inside me

Coloring the petals of my heart

And

Make it smile

As you always do.