Personal Thoughts, Thought for Change, Thought for the day, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility


She was twelve

They were twelve

They were in lust

She was in pain

They were more learned

Than she was

She was more human

Than all of them combined

She was screaming . . . .

They were laughing

She now rests in the hands of God

Their fates resided in the hands of Lady Justice

Themis herself was nothing but a statue

She was not served with blind justice, but

The justice was blind to her

This world was biased

The next world will serves them right I guess because

In the next world she’s safe and an angel In the garden of God

While they will be punished for God is not blind

They will lie in the firey pit

In the bed of worms

Enjoying the ecstacy of pain

For all of eternity.



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Freedom’s price

The blue moon in the cloudy sky

Waited for the dawn to kiss him goodbye

For he couldn’t bear no more

To see the old bird’s nest sore

Blue she was too

Glittering eyes like the dew

The wings used to stroke her wings

And they used to tell her things

The trees gave her space

For her voice always amaze

( Then one day)

She met a man in rage

He placed her inside a cage

His thinking weren’t that deep

Hence he never cared that she weep

He fed her food and gave her water

But he denied her of the thing which really matter

She was the daughter of the wild, free wings. . . . .

But he held her in captivity and fed her things

Struggled she not, but hopes struggled

Tired was she and dreams troubled

Days passed by and weeks too

The eyes lost it’s sparkle and wings weren’t blue

She finally gave in and attained peace

He buried her under the trees

And finally she was free

But now her we can’t see!



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The walking dead is everywhere

Even the skeletons in the closet isn’t safe.

They walk so slow but their eyes work fast

As soon as they see their prey.

Wearing facades they walk among us

Deceiving our eyes.

They hides in plain sight, lying with an altruist’s mask.

But mean they are and keen they see

Waiting for a perfect moment to feed on us

To draw out our blood, dry our veins

Break our bones, burn our skin and

Throw us naked on the floor,

After eating our soul

Then they accuse us, of doing that on our own.

By regaining strength we try and get back up

But the rest of the zombies

Who’s feelings died long back

Shames us in public and in courts.

So finally we die without Chasity

Just because we lived as a human

In the world ruled by zombies!



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Who is she?

I was Ten when darkness caught me

Even those four walls were blind to me

They did so many things, I yelled in pain

Half the time I wasn’t even awake

But my soul yelled even then

I didn’t know what they did or why

They did that and my tears we’re neglected

This continued for days and months

I lost count after that,

Days and months passed by but

I couldn’t care less and slowly I gave in

I felt mechanical at times,

The rest of the time I felt dead

Then all of a sudden I was granted light

It felt different, being dumped in a graveyard

But still I felt happy, free at last I think

Then I felt some immense pain inside me

More pain than what they gave me

During all these months combined

I fell down, screamed and yelled for help for hours

Then it stopped , I was drenched in blood

Suddenly I heard a cry other than mine

It was a baby I wondered how it came there all of a sudden

But It was connected to me through a chord

She looks like me

I think she’s my sister

Is she?


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Boat People

The violent waves in the sea was

More calm that what happened in the land

We started off this journey with

Five in the boat but now

Only I remain, but should I care.

I asked mommy why did we leave

Why the exodus?

She said something about religion

I didn’t understand

She said something about a refugee

I didn’t know who that was

She said something about not belonging

I didn’t know why

I just know this…….. I, Pappa, Mamma,

My two sisters and brothers set out

On a journey to nowhere and said

It was for safety but now

Only I remain and the sea took the rest

Now I wonder what Mamma was talking about

Was it about me? Us?

Why did we have to leave

She said we were different

But I have legs, eyes, hands and ears

Just like the rest

Now I just pray to the Lord

The Lord who made us,

Who shares with us even his own home heaven

But they humans are so selfish that

They can’t even share piece of land

Hence we sail the ocean

In search of acceptance

Because we are cast out for they are scared of us

Scared that we might take over

Absurd it is

Oh Lord help them.


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Dedicated to the refugees of the world.

You do belong to this world. This Earth belongs to you too.

Thought for Change, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Black paint on my canvas

The Sparks that flew off the metal rod

While it was dragged along the road towards the house

Fails to amaze me for I knew what was going to happen

I listened to the melody of the rock

Against the metal as it came closer and closer

I always wondered what desecrated

The shrine of humanity in him

Why did he always smell of sulphur

What made him an inverterate abuser

The moment the door shut

Shivering I stay, not being able to look at his face.

The blows of the metal rod fell more hard

On her heart than on her body

The tempestuous wind never calmed down

Inside these four walls . . . .

So many days, so many blows,

So many metal rods, blood and marks and cuts and screams.

I wish Mamma was bold

But never did she let the metal rod touch me,

But I wish that she did that for her too. . . .

She says that he was never always like this

But still he’s the smear of black paint

On my canvas

He’s the indelible mark on my childhood. . . .

He is my Pappa and I wish that he wasn’t.


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In the field

I wish we could go to that place

Where barriers don’t exist

Where I am me and you are you

And just lay down in the field,

Count the stars and recount the flowers

Smell the grass and eat the dews

Whisper in your ears the secret of the Moors

Sail in your eyes and catch

Those glittering magic spells

Which make me your prisoner

Play folly with your hair

Dance all night carelessly to the

Firefly faries song under the moonlit sky

And finally watch the dawn paint your face red,

Smell the breeze and not

Break the silence with no meaningless words

And feel the music of our hearts.

I wish we could go to that place

Where barriers don’t exist

That place where I am me and you are you.


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