The demons who chase me. 

The demons who chase me,

Are faster than light,

They tricked me to believe,

I am powerless & knocked me down,

Just before fight,

The music makes you deaf,

And colours makes you blind,

This is just a beginning,

Beginning of war,

It takes time to know,

War has been started,

They have a weapons,

They know how you feel,

How you react,

They know how you fight,

How you think,

They control your thoughts,

They make you feel nothing,

In the puzzle of nothing,

You will be lost,

Lost in the puzzle,

Which doesn’t actually exists,

I am no warrior,

They can catch me,

Whenever they want to,

But I know them,

More than me,

We have spent time together,

And we still,

I am perfectly fine with them,

They are like pain,

But I fell in love with it,

Yes, I fell in love with demons,

Who chase me…

The elusive she

I was walking on the road,

The road without signs,

Through the illusionary world,

It was hot with cold,

Light with dark,

Scales without marks,

Everything with nothing,

But still, something was there,

Deep as a rabbit hole,

In the puzzle of the soul,

Locked with too many doors,

But she came into my life,

Walking through  clouds,

Running with  wind,

With colourful mind,

But she was elusive,

I never touched her,

I never saw her,

But still I could felt her,

She gave me the cosmic radio,

She said,

“You can hear the music from Universe,

But radio has a red trigger,

You have to tune it properly,

To hear its zinging”

Some little birds

Some little birds,

Living in the fake world,

Shining under the sun,

By the rays of prejudices,

Enjoying the illusion of freedom,

Blinded by faiths,

Slaves of prides,

These little birds,

Living in the small rooms,

Strong small rooms,

Made up of bricks of egos,

Without any windows,

On the big beautiful tree,

On the branches of beliefs,

When wind flows,

Branches makes noise,

With screams of prides,

These little birds,

All going to die,

Just because of their own lies. 

Different

At the time when sun & Moon,
Faced each other.

One broken star,

Fell on the earth.

The mother smiled,

But soon realised,

His one of the child,

Has broken wing. 

He can never,

Ever make this sky,

His friend. 

Child was different,

But his uniqueness gifted him,

A Power,

Different than Others. 

One night,

Trees were screaming,

Silence warned,

About the storm. 

They had no option,

They must fly. 

Everyone flew away,

Except the bird,

With broken wing,

But he didn’t gave up,

He took a long breath,

& jumped from the tree,

With his only legs,

And magical Self. 

The way he touched The Ground,

Was like the king,

With the rare diamond crown. 

Then he found cave,

He was safe,

Storms were passed,

It was heroic,

he survived. 

He realised,

Being Different wasn’t his weakness,

It was the only thing,

Which made him powerful. 

It was a gift,

It was a blessing in disguise,

It was brave,

& powerful.