Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#29 अब तो बस ख़ामोशी से मरना ही है बाकी..

टूट तो चुकी हूँ, पर बिखरना नही चाहती..
तन्हा तन्हा रहती हूँ, पर संवारना नही चाहती..
बस अब बहुत जी ली ये दर्द भरी ज़िंदगी..
अब तो बस ख़ामोशी से मरना ही है बाकी..

#28 Camouflager





Gliding softly in his dissolved attire,
Settling at foot of her bed.
His bloodless heart wrenched,
Watching her cry herself to sleep.
Admitting her hurt to be his doing,
Yet couldn't make a move to soothe her down.
Trapped in his own can of worms,
Acting on a curse he can't lift.
His loving caresses inflicted wounds.

If only he knew, if only;
A sincere word, a meaningful glance,
Was all healing potion she needed.

It was her strength to ache so hard,
Whilst numbness clouded his senses.
Weeping, bleeding, feeling agonizing pain,
Were far from his emotional range.

Buzzing silence pronounced his presence.
Puzzling odor fused in still air.
His ghostly proximity evoked her senses.
He was back yet again.
Not sure to stab or cure,
Or to kill with his silence over again?

#27 Scarred soul




It's about the wounds inflicted on your soul
Of tearing eyes and heart that bled
A world of dreams that's woven around imaginary core
Comes crashing down in reality's curl

It's about eyes that opened after a centuries sleep
Of the moments spent in thoughts so deep
Of past deeds and flashes of regret

lessons are learnt hard and wet

Choices we make, make us or break us,
paths we choose,  refine us
goals we achieve,  define us

These scars are evidence of errors
Witness of tormented anguish
Companions of bitter healing
Memoirs of 
drawled  learning.