A letter from an innocent…

Lost in meddle lies a torn out letter,

The foldings worn-out by time,

The letter written by

an innocent soul long ago,

When nature was filled

with mysteries and unfolding

each gave profuse happiness,

When the dreams were

theirs alone and not

Influenced by social compulsions,

When time was abundant

and love was free to express

Without the influence of

the breed or gender,

A reminder of a jolly soul,

Whose attributes of life was simple ,

God and evil,

By doing good you reach God,

And the evil leads you to devil,

The thin line that confuse the

good and evil never visible,

Life was very simple ,

The normal characteristics defined as

White and black,

Life was fine,

The grey layers of characters

not understood,

It was easy to differentiate,

The right and wrong,

The letter was written then

with a different ink

Now losing all the words

and difficult to comprehend,

The letter meaningless and a

burden to the conscience is

buried deep in the debris of

thoughts but somehow

resurfaces time and again…



The songs of the dark…

The solo songs of the night,

Echoing the shrillness of the dark,

Filling the empty cavities of the heart,

Letting find solace for some,

Seeking the peace for a few,

Condemning the actions of the day,

Or crying the griefs of today,

And building a hope for tomorrow ,

The songs of the night echos to all…


To Dissolve herself… Daily prompt#dominant.

Cluster of clouds moving

To collide to pour the rain of words,

She waits for the outpour,

The fragments of the past,

The dreams of the future,

Stitched by the threads of the present,

Her joys and sorrows,

Hues of bright and dull colours,

Mingling with the fabric of life,

Her tears to glue and joys to glamour,

She uses all her resources,

The Dominant quest to weave

The true radiance of her soul,

She waits for the release,

To freeze the time and place,

And dissolve herself in the liquidity

Of the drops…


To pureness of birth…

Refined thoughts leading my way,

I wade this path of life,

Slower than before,

But steadier for sure,

Enjoying the sun and 

The rain as may be,

Seeking  the twilight

After every darkness,

Searching for a smile

Behind every cry,

Multiplying empathy and

Dividing hatred,

Adding peace to

Subtract my sins,

I try hard to balance

This theory of life, 

To cleanse my soul

To the pureness of

It’s birth…



Piercing my gingerly

 laid wall of silence,

Enters those cries,

The cries of hunger ,

The cries of pains ,

The cries of the last hope,

The cries of the lost dreams,

The cries against the corruption,

The cries for equality,

The cries for respect,

The silence as my armour

To silent my conscience,

I stand deaf to those cries,

Never alone,

For ,

I hear, 

Millions of the silent cries 

echoing my silence …