Scarred beauty

In love with my scars

Beauty leaves your side,
With age and time
Some fine day or some night
But your scars don't.

That smooth skin
Clear, supple, radiant
flawless covering you have
Makes you more insecure,
Than comfortable on your own
But your scars they don't give a damn about a thing.

They needn't be decorated
Taken care of, stressed over

Their beauty is mystic​
With those rugged and rough edges
Bumpy, irregular surface
Nothing of them follows a rhythm
or any order
They don't care if you notice them
Shower some praise
They give a fuck,
Even when ignored.

They know what they are.
How much strength they behold.
Their capability,
The things they have seen,
The battles they fought
Won and lost
Yet stand brave, undettered..
Ready for more..

The real picture

I try to look for love,
In the most despised eyes.

For they give me what they have,
I realise what they lack.

I try to look for regret,
In the eyes of people who I love.

For they are good at hiding some stuff,
But not all the time.

I try to look for smiles,
On the faces of old and child

For they know the raw life ,
The way its aligned.

I try to look for hope,
In the eyes of the survivors.

For they see their end,
Yet are better at living than us.

I try to look for strength in the specially abled,
Lot different from the stock.

For they no more curse the fate,
Look at things their own way.

I try to look for sadness in the eyes of each one of the above.
And I close my eyes.
As it's overwhelming.

So I try to look for good,
Even though I am going blind.

For if I search for the real picture,
I can't survive.

One in thousand

I remember, not so vividly
Blurred faded memory
Of running from room to room
Announcing to everyone I meet
Of the arrival of my baby sister

I remember, not so vividly
Blurred faded memory
Of me not being the favourite anymore
There's this kid who needed​ the care more
Now I was supposed to be a responsible elder sibling

You were my priced possession
You were the only real doll,
I knew I can call my own
Caring for you was part of my nature
Never felt like a little child, as before

I used to rush to your classroom
As soon as they rung the recess bell
Complete all your notes, before we headed for the lunch
Searched the school frantically,
Among the known and unknown faces
The days I didn't find you on our agreed spot at home bell

The frequent unannounced calls from your class teacher
To help you out with the trivial things
Of all the good and bad days,
Never was I tired of being
Your elder big sister

But as we grew old, we grew apart
Events of our personal life
Took a toll on our bind
I no more knew what you wrote in your books
If you had a single meal in your day or no

I remember not so vividly
Blurred faded memory
Of big fat tears rolling down your cheeks one evening
When you couldn't trace me in the school for few hours
I know you still love me the same

I remember not so vividly
Blurred faded memory
Of a dream I had about my future
That I will find you by my side
Until the very end of my life.

Love you 😘😘

( P.S : Our theme song. ""Ek hazaro mein meri behna hai, Phoollon ka tarroon ka sabka kehna hai " 😜 )

Disgust

There's a war going on,
At the other side of this world
Armies on strike
Thousands losing lives
Millions left alive,
With shattered homes and scarred souls
Children sleeping on empty stomach,
Without a drop down their throat

So many things which are of real concern
But all I do sitting under this star lit sky is think of you
The selfish me..
Or selfless?
As I think from your side too
Listing​ out all my quirks which may be hindering you

Torturing myself with your memories
An army needn't ​ be employed to get me killed​
Thank you, My love will eventually do that for me
As this army never retreats

There are pictures of destruction doing rounds
And all I do is search for quotes,
Write poems on broken hearts and souls
How cursed I am to overlook my blessings!
This routine disgusts me
How small can someone's world be?

Physical pain is easy to endure
You cry for a while
And deal with it anyway
Emotional agony is hard to bear
Crying is what you do all the time
With a smile on your face

Here you are the destroyer
And the destruction
This war never ends
None dies
Yet there is no life left..

Wait

I wait for you
To take me into your arms
And plant a sweet kiss

Or to run into your arms
And hug you tight
The tightest I can
You kiss the tears rolling down my cheek
Place the hair strands​ behind my ear
Look keenly at my face
Give a crooked heartfelt smile
Stare right into my eyes
Close them with your hands
Before whispering into my ear
I open my eyes as you ask me to
Only to see my roof's ceiling fan
Turning round and round
Making a squeaking sound

You are still in my thoughts
I haven't gone insane, not yet
My dream will stay alive
Till I see it with my open eyes..

Mister..

Mister
I don't need you to complete me
I'm no half, no quarter

I'm not your honey bun, nor cutie pie
I come with a pack of wolves
Which howl on a full moon night

I don't believe in forevers
Just make this moment mine
I will be more than fine

I don't want to be a passing phase
Or a thing of rejoice
Stay only if you have love on your mind

I'm looking for heavenly pleasure
Don't ask for my naked skin
Before you decipher my mystic soul

I don't need you to fight my battles
Stay by my side, don't wander
As for my fights, I can very well handle

I'm no perfect, you aren't one either
Let our imperfections mate
Make something uniquely innate

You don't have to write me a sonnet
Nor take a bullet, through your chest
Just hold me when I'm upset
Hold me tighter when I push you away

Mister
I'm not here to complete you
I can just make your journey worthwhile
To have me, is all your choice

Let go..

Life mocks at me
As I cry
It laughs at me

Life challenges me
As I complete one
It comes up with a lot shrewd one

Life ignores me
As I try out ways to feel alive
It appears like draging a log along

Life resents me
As I lay whole day on my bed
It tries hard to move a muscle, all in vain

Life embarrases me
As I try to make my presence felt
It makes a fool out of me

Life nourishes me
As I endeavour​ its many facets
It brings out a matured me

Life ditches me
As get in a mood of craze and fun
It flops each of what planned

Life excites me
As I get enlightened​ by some of its​ wonders
It saves up innumerable ones to relish

Life loves me
As I try different ways to get rid of it
It holds on to me, refusing to let go..