Quote: My Love’s Light

 

Note: As I like to believe none dies as a virgin, be it in the form of toxic relationships of the past, the very deprivation of affection or the sacrifices /fights involved in a bond etc. In general, Love does screw us all in some way or the other. Yet like a divine deity we glorify & worship love, as we aspire to attain it. While Love can crucify our souls in a million way, it can also have an immeasurable sense of healing power. Thus it is important that we aim to heal the sorrowful scars of troubled souls around us with our unconditional love & compassion rather than agonize them in any way.

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Magnificent Mum

Holding my hand, you taught me to walk
Like a friend, with you I talk.
Expressing your greatness, I run out of words to say
But mum, you are magnificent in your own way.
 
When confronting my demons, I don’t have a clue
Emotionally, when I’m battered black and blue.
Like a lost puppy, here and there, I follow you
Amidst my darkness, I always look up to you.

In my darkness, you’re my shining light
Motivating me, you say everything’s gonna be alright.
You guide me where I’m wrong, where I’m right
You’re an absolute delight,  you inspire me in my fight.

In you, I see a reflection of me
Flawless like you, I hope to be.
You are a symbol of love & grace
May your lovely smile, never desert your face.

I always thank you, in my prayers
& if you ever feel victimized by despair
I want you to know, that I’m always there
Together, we’ll sail through the dark nightmare.

I love you, to you may I not say
But having you around, I’m thankful everyday.
Expressing your greatness, I run out of words to say
But mum you are magnificent in your own way.

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Note: This poem is inspired by the emotions of a friend of mine towards her mother. Hearing the kind of love she possessed towards her mother, made me realize the true value of a mother in a child’s life. So this poem is dedicated to each & every mother across the globe, saluting their unconditional love, selfless sacrifices & never-ending support towards their children. 

My Disability… My Sin ?

Handicapped… behind closed doors
The world, made me feel insecure.
My disability…. made me wonder
What was my sin, what was my blunder?

Perfectly incomplete I was in myself
But you came! my priceless wealth.
Independent, handicapped, I was on my own
But for you, I tried to mold.

Limping, I go down the memory lane
Recalling old times, how my life has changed.
In life’s desert, you were my rain
Now your absence, makes me handicapped again.

Pushing my wheelchair, you had held my hand
On my feet, you made me stand!
In my darkness, you were my light
But you began seeing me as your parasite.

Broken dreams… imagine what we could be
But you changed! you saw me differently.
Your love for me was replaced by hate
As you called our bond a horrible mistake.

How could it be a mistake ?
The belief, that rose me beyond my fate
How could it be a mistake ?
My eyes still yearn seeing your face

All I aspired for was your affection
In you my love I’d seen God’s reflection
The turning of your back, makes me question
Was it my imperfection that caused our separation?

In hope sometimes I wonder
Will you realize?  My disability, isn’t my blunder
For your return I open my house’s door
Now only your absence, makes me insecure.

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Note:- Few days back I got to know that a girl broke her bond with my friend only due to the fact that he was “physically challenged”. It made me think why has love been reduced to certain  physical stereotypes ? I mean 6 pack abs doesn’t certify the fact that person is a good lover. Love is about not just getting intoxicated by the mesmerizing features of your loved ones, sometimes I feel love means embracing their imperfections with a smile as well. This is poem is for all those who have had their hearts broken due to their “imperfections”. Everyone is amazing in their own unique way & if at all someone looks down on you due to your imperfection/ disability then you need to realize that they themselves are blind to the greatness that resides within you!

 

A New Beginning

Amidst her darkness, amidst her fears
A woman walks, wiping her tears.
I see a woman, walk through the dark
Forging forward, with hope in her heart.

 Her enemy was the entire world
She used to silently scream, without a word.
But, no warrior is mightier than this girl
For even in darkness, she’s a shining pearl.

On a new journey, the angel embarks
Tonight, all her demons, she’ll tear apart.
I see a woman, walk through the dark
Forging forward, with purpose in her heart.

On thorns, she walked a thousand miles
Hiding her pain, behind fake smiles.  
For others’ happiness, she didn’t compromise
But her dreams… she sacrificed.

Enough she has sacrificed! Enough she has compromised!
Tonight she’ll smile! Tonight she’ll rise!
I see a woman, overcoming the dark
smiling, with purity pouring from her heart.

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Note: Females have been an integral part of my support system in the past few years, they are like ever-flowing rivers of unconditional love. In my dark days, like angels they were my light. Whenever I faced any problems in life, some female in someway (as a friend, mentor or family) was always there to support me with her selfless , caring &  understanding nature. I am aware of  the emotional, personal & social  battles they themselves are engaged in; yet they never deserted me in my darkness. So this ones for my angels who supported me! Although words fail to express the magnitude of my gratitude but, I hope this poem touches your lives, the way you have touched mine.   

 

 

Metamorphosis

He was harmless & innocent
Until he faced a diabolical incident.
The responsibility, made his palms sweaty  
Gathering courage he seemed to be ready.

Deep down he was nervous
But brave he was on the outer surface.
Unintentionally somewhere he went wrong
The respect he had earned was all gone.

Contemplating his failure he became numb
Constantly thought about the sin he had done.
Demons danced on the cloud above his head
His hopes seemed to be mercilessly dead.

He was a victim of  immeasurable pain
On his pride the sin was a stain.
The scars of sorrow were there to stay
The pain traumatized him again & again.

His critics were adding fuel to fire
Until he decided to fight fire with fire.
Within him was a beast, that was caged
The negativity made his blood burn with rage.

Helplessly as he found himself alone
Fury of fortitude, enraged his every bone.
Battling his adversity, he didn’t quit
He began the process of his metamorphosis.

Even in depression, he didn’t weep
To seek the fire within, he dug deep
With raw fortitude his being soared
He roared, as the beast was unleashed.

The fire in his lungs everyone could feel
Like a machine he worked without any sleep.
He worked as if he had sold his soul
He burnt with old stigma like a coal.

The beast broke his limits & went berserk
The workaholic was a cerebral genius at work.
Cementing his legacy, through the pain he worked 
Decimating his demons, the beast smirked.

His demons wanted him, as their weeping slave
But now he’s stomping on their graves.   
Life’s wicked symphony, he had embraced
The orchestrator of his own destiny, he became.

 

Note:- Sometimes in life we need to be one with the depths of the darkness in order to witness the true beauty of the dawn. In this poem, I have talked about a psychological revolution that leads to our evolution. Things tend to go wrong every now & then,  we feel frustrated & helpless, it’s at this crossroad in life when we should channelize the negativity of the situation in a positive way by seeking wisdom from our shattered dreams, learning from our mistakes, working our guts out to attain our dream & awakening our inner beast (positive ego & fortitude) to defend our self-respect & legacy!  

 

 

 
 

I’ll Be There

Sometimes life hits us in the face
& we wonder what’s our mistake.
That’s when our hope crashes
& our desires burn to ashes.

Dreams decimate, the ones which we had built  
& our self belief gets mercilessly killed.
Destiny plays it’s cruel games
Judgemental people give us names.

In life’s battlefield, you are your own solider
Fighting your demons, you battle with composure.
Battling, for others you set an example
But stuff in life gets tough to handle.

As your miseries continue to grow
That’s when I want you to know.
That I’ll be there to wipe your tears
I’ll be your shield against your fears.

Battling, you may fall down in dirt
Badly wounded & helplessly hurt.
But remember for you I’m always there
& together we’ll overcome any nightmare.

If you breakdown & get depressed
you can rest your head on my chest.
Even in hell if we both have to burn
Won’t leave you alone at any turn.   

In your darkness I’ll be your fire
To make you smile is my desire.
Remember for you I’m always there
& together we’ll overcome any nightmare.

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Note: This poem is like a heart felt message for all my followers, friends & family members who might be feeling victimized by some stressful situation in their lives. I know that I might not be able to spend quality time with you guys these days but believe me I’m just a call/ message away. Regardless of how grim the situation might be at your end, I’ll always be there for you. In your darkness I’ll be your light, period ! Feel free to connect with me on my Facebook > https://www.facebook.com/enigma09

A Child’s Smile

It was a depressing dark night
Tears dribbled, my demons won the fight.
In darkness as I secretly cried
I heard an innocent soul giggle & smile.

A child was playing in the dark
carefree & sinless was his heart.
Amidst the darkness of the night
The boy laughed & smiled bright.
 
His laughter reminded me of my past
I recalled my childhood, that depleted fast.
Those were days when I had no worries
life was peaceful, blessed with luxuries.

My smile faded away with time
By life’s hardships I was victimized.
Just then the child held my hand
I felt as if my sorrow he understands.

I saw the child’s hopeful smile
There was a blissful twinkle in his eye.
Amidst my depression I realized
The child was a younger reflection of mine.    
 
Dawn breaks, the sun begins to shine
The child’s smile motivates me to rise.
Fulfilling child’s dream is a duty of mine
Unlike me, on his smile he’ll never compromise.

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Note:- I personally feel that dull is the soul of a person who cannot cherish & admire the innocence that oozes out from the smile of a child. Through the medium of this poem I want to convey that every child in his/her own right is a promise for tomorrow & a blessing for today. This poem also aims to highlight the value of mutual respect between younger & older generation.

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My Sinful Lover

My Sinful Lover

Waking up from that shattered night
Recalling how I was victimized.
My eyes numb, filled with tears
The memory burns it agonizingly sears.

Heartlessly from me you withdrew
I was mercilessly manipulated by you
My existence got battered black & blue
About your wicked schemes I had no clue.

I’m left alone with my broken dreams
& an aching soul that painfully screams.
You pushed evil to new extremes
With your fake love & diabolical scheme.

I failed to see your satanic smile
I fell for your deceiving eyes.
I believed in your black magic lies
I’m left victimized but now I must rise.

You no longer control this life of mine
Every memory will burn & decay with time.
Tormenting night has ended, the sun will shine
Overcoming the nightmare, now I rise.

Note: I wrote this poem to highlight how the whole concept of love is getting corrupted as the wheel of life carelessly moves on. My heart cries a million tears of blood thinking about how love which ideally is about unification of two souls into one, has transformed into an entity that pertains to lustful desires. It makes me sad how we are taking the emotional aspect of love for granted.

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Mermaid & The Sailor

Sailor dreamed about his mermaid in ecstasy
Attaining his magical love was his fantasy.
Sailor sailed the seven seas
Wondering where his mermaid could be.

The world called him a lunatic
But he felt his fantasy was mystic.
Sailor sailed the seven seas
Wondering where his mermaid could be.

For her, he sailed a million miles
Her thought always made him smile.
Sailor sailed the seven seas
He explored his mystic fantasy.

Amidst the storms, amidst the menacing waves
For his mermaid’s love the sailor craved.
Sailor sailed the seven seas
He desperately yearned for his fantasy.

As sure as the river meets the sea
In her arms he swore he’ll be.
Sailor sailed the seven seas
He vowed to fulfill his fantasy.

One night when the stars threw their shining spears
The mystic mythical mermaid gracefully appeared.
She seemed to be the pearl of the sea
She was embodiment of the sailor’s fantasies.

Her aura made the moonlight fade away
That night mermaid’s prime beauty was on display.
The Sailor witnessed that magical moment
Seeking mermaid was his heart-beat’s main component.

When sailor looked into his mermaid’s eyes
The real world seemed false and utter lies.
The sailor had sailed the seven seas
He was one with his soulmate, his ultimate fantasy.

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Note: Tried to collaborate the concepts of love & fantasy in this poem of mine. Love certainly  is an important aspect of our lives , in search of true love we stubble & fall. But we shouldn’t loose hope & forge forward in our quest for true love, for a life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruits.

 

Harbinger of Happiness

Harbinger of Happiness


 

In life I want to be a king

I don’t aspire luxury or bling.

I want to be a king who conquers hearts

For being someone’s happiness is a glorious art.

 

Even amidst the unpredictable twists of fate

Happiness for others I aim to generate.

Life isn’t only measured by the breaths we take

It’s also measured by the smiles we create.

 

Wiping tears of someone in crisis

Giving comfort & joy to them is priceless.

The smiles I create are my treasures

Touching lives gives me pleasure.

 

 With kindness I give to others

Even strangers are my sisters & brothers.

Some people wonder why I waste my time

But I feel crafting a positive change is worthwhile.


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Note:- Life isn’t only about creating comfort & joy for our own self , I personally feel that we should have a sense of compassion towards  others around us as well. Even animals lament on their own miseries, but it’s the vital traits of compassion, sympathy & empathy towards eachother that separates us humans from animals. So this poem aims at glorifying the element compassion for others. Be compassionate to someone around you , be a source of light to them in their dark phases of life.

The Kashmiri Girl

The Kashmiri Girl

 

Twinkle of her eyes was divine

Her lips were red as the wine.

She was an angel walking on ground

The Kashmiri girl, spread purity all around. 

 

Her skin was as white as the snow

Her smile was mystic, it had a glow.

She was an angel walking on ground

The Kashmiri girl, spread purity all around.

 

She was the nightingale of the valley

Her songs brought joy in every alley.

The valley echoed the songs of her heart

The angel’s musical notes were a form of art.

 

As pleasing as spring’s gentle breeze

She was the symbol valley’s peace.

But one day peace got deranged

When they came, things changed.

 

They were the sons of devil

Terror reigned, innocent children trembled.

As terror was mercilessly unleashed

Blood of innocent dribbled down the streets.

 

The beautiful valley turned bloody red

Peace withered & was helplessly dead.

As the Kashmiri girl saw blood all around

She broke down helplessly on the ground.

 

Angel’s songs changed into helpless cries

And tears of blood oozed from her eyes.

Media & politicians got their share of limelight

But none stood against terrorists to fight.

 

The devil’s sons seeing blood were thrilled

Amidst the violence, valley’s angel too was killed.

Messenger of peace, laid dead on the ground

Victim of terrorists, her blood spilled all around.

 

Have a look at innocent blood on the ground

Hear the helpless cries of innocent all around.

Kashmiri girl’s blood screams out for peace

It pleads to eradicate terrorism’s disease.

 

Is humanity in your beating heart dead?

Isn’t the color of your blood red?

Against terrorism won’t you take a stand?

Won’t you pray for peace in Kashmiri girl’s land?

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 Note: My heart bleeds hearing about terrorist attacks on the borders of my country. Would further like to add that terrorism isn’t linked to a particular religion, caste or creed. Terrorism pertains to a rigid mindset of certain people who have no religion & see bloodshed as their sole purpose of existence. I hope this poem of mine expresses the fact that how terrorism is killing the society as a parasite, with unity & brotherhood we all must take a stand against it. May peace be restored for mankind.

 

 

 

Meaningful Existence

Meaningful Existence

Don’t die half a death
Live a life in each breath.
Don’t live on half dreams
Push yourself to new extremes.

Half a journey, won’t lead you anywhere
Move forward trampling on your despair.
Your half life, is your dark nightmare
But you can overcome it, if you dare.

In life like troubles, people come & go
Heartless souls , your struggles they don’t know.
So don’t invest in fake people
Complete you are, you’re not feeble.

Life will batter you black & blue
& your demons will dance above you.
Nonetheless amidst pain your heart will beat
Your fortitude,would make your existence complete.

Life will test you in plenty
But remember, you’re not lifelessly empty.
So, forge forward my brave-heart friend
May your determination never end.

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Note: Tough times sometimes make us doubt our own existence. When tough times arrive we tend to doubt our potential. But we need to realize that when we fail to live up to our expectations, fake people would judge us & our demons would haunt us. It is at this critical moment of our lives that we need to gather our inner strength to face our adversities head on. Our demons & miseries don’t define us, our will to crawl back up after our fall justifies our existence. Our existence isn’t measured by our failures. Our fortitude to forge forward towards forcing a positive change in our lives is what makes our existence meaningful.   

My Lover’s Lane

Heading back home on the way
I cross my lover’s lane.
As I pass my lover’s lane
Old memories rapidly revolve in my brain.

I recall those nostalgic glorious days
When to see her, I used to crave.
As I pass my lover’s lane
I realize how the times have changed.

 Her lane was once a holy place
Where I’d wait to see my Goddess’ face.
As I pass my lover’s lane
Old memories become fresh again.

My doe eyed angel was a class apart
She’d illuminate blissfully even in the night’s dark.
I used to be in awe of her heavenly grace
My heart would melt with ecstasy seeing her face.

But, my angel had a devil in her heart
A devil that mercilessly tore my soul apart.
Helplessly shattered, I crumbled in my lover’s lane
Since that day I haven’t ever been the same.

Victim of her satanic spell, I still wish her well
I bid her memories & her lane a final farewell.
Old wounds, sting with a fresh pain
As for the last time I cross my lover’s lane.

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Note: Yes relationships can be complicated in life & at times they leave us shattered with a feeling of helplessness. In this poem I have used the symbol of lane to express a love bond between two lovers. Through the medium of this poem I just wish to express that when love arrives welcome it with open arms , cherish it to the fullest till the time it lasts, have gratitude towards your lover for sharing those  special moments with you in the past & if things don’t work out wish her/him well & move on with a humble heart.

Miracle

 

In someone’s darkness, I’ll be their light
Embodiment of hope, shinning blissfully bright.
I’ll gift the crying, a splendid smile
I’ll be a miracle in someone’s life.

I’ll lend my shoulder to someone’s helpless cry
To reduce their agony, I’ll sincerely try.
I’ll gift the crying, a splendid smile
I’ll be a miracle in someone’s life.
 
In depression, I’ll offer them my helping hand
Even in hell with them I’ll stand.
I’ll gift the crying, a splendid smile
I’ll be a miracle in someone’s life.

I’ll wipe the burning bitter tears from their face
I’ll hold them in my caring embrace.
In their sadness, I’ll give them a reason to smile
I’ll be a miracle in someone’s life. 

Materialistic morons, measure richness through cash & cars
While I measure it based on kindness of our hearts.
With kindness, be a miracle in someone’s life
Gift the crying, A smile as big as river Nile.

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Note: We all beg for miracles every now & then, but a miracle in my estimation isn’t some illusive power coming to our rescue, emerging out from the heavens. A miracle can even be a small act of humanity. Filling a depressed heart with an optimistic hope, that is a miracle! Wiping tears & making a depressed person smile, that is a miracle! In this materialistic world, valuing the happiness of others over your own happiness, that is a miracle! So this poem aims to inspire my readers by capturing the key elements of humanity. Try & be someone’s miracle, rather than begging for a miracle for your own self  I assure you by doing so this world would be a better place to live 🙂  

 

A Woman’s Tears

Through all those shattered nights
She was a victim of diabolical fights.  
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Tears rapidly dribble down her face
Yet she carries herself with dignity & grace.
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Her tears are, her messages from the soul
The horrors of her past & pain untold.
I see a woman secretly shed tears
Alone, a woman confronts her fears.

Every now & then her heart’s hope dies
& her despair seems to be immortalized.
Yet for her loved ones, she decides to rise
Secretly drinks her tears & for them she smiles.

Shedding tears, doesn’t mean she is weak
Survivor she is, her bravery is mystique.
I see a woman wipe her tears
the braveheart gears up, to battle her fears.

Someday society would treat her with respect
Someday society would admire her selfless aspect.
That day with joy, her eyes would have tears
when she won’t be alone in battling her fears.

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Note:- A woman’s tears say more than words can ever express. Females hide their own misery in order to be the harbingers of happiness in the lives of people around them. The fact that a woman cries alone doesn’t mean that she is weak or helpless, it basically means that she doesn’t want the negativity of her personal miseries to have an impact on the happiness of others around her.This poem of mine glorifies the selfless nature of a woman & hopes to inspire my readers to respect females from all walks of life.  

A Rebel’s Rhyme

Running wild, running free
Breaking rigid rules of the society.
I’m a rebel at heart
Heartbeat of a revolution, that will start.

I hear a woman’s silent cry
I see a child’s dreams crumble & die.
I’m a rebel at heart
Heartbeat of a revolution, that will start.

I feel the agony of the poor, weak
& of helpless victims of society’s stern critique.
I’m a rebel at heart
Heartbeat of a revolution, that will start.

I’m a living, breathing symbol of revolt
An ideology that refuses to die or get old.
Against unjust I have the courage to say ‘no’
With time, my voice’s magnitude will grow.

I don’t need weapons in this fight
I’ll raise my voice to fight for my right.
Against our oppressors, as I wage a war
Even the deaf, will hear my revolutionary roar.

So join me & hold my hand  
With me, take a bold stand.
We are rebels at heart
Together our revolution, will now start.

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Note: There is a rebel in everyone of us, a rebel that hates the double standard & hypocrisy of the society. There are various social factors that manipulate & deprive us, from our own rights. This poem aims to bring out that hidden rebel within us, who isn’t afraid to spark a revolution for a right cause & if need be isn’t afraid to walk alone if others don’t join in. Lastly would  just like to add that we all need a psychological revolution to force a positive change in the society. We don’t need violence to prove our point, we need a sense of unity & brotherhood amongst ourselves to generate this positive change in our society.

A Bleeding Rose

A bleeding rose grows in my heart
As from my life, you depart.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
while your love towards me, is dead.

I’m a helpless victim of my darkest fears
Still I value your smile, more than my tears.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
while your love towards me, is dead.

My bleeding rose shall grow in your memory
From shackles of my love you’re free.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
While your love towards me, is dead.

The thorns of the rose pierce my soul
In life as I am left all alone
In my hands the bleeding rose, I  hold
Blood flows to express the pain untold

Inseparable we were , yet now we part
Wish you’re happy as you make a new start.
Petals of my rose are bloody red
While your love towards me, is dead.

With my bleeding rose for you I’ll wait
For your return in my life, my soulmate.
Then my rose won’t be bloody red
Then your love towards me, won’t be dead.  

 

Note: Yes relationships are complicated but sometimes in a bond ‘letting go’ is as important as ‘standing by’, for love can’t measure it’s own depth until the moment of separation arrives. So this poem aims at highlighting the aspect of giving space in a bond & if need be accepting the separation with a humble heart. Rather than emotionally dramatizing the whole situation.