POEMS

I wish I could turn back time
when I used to shine
shine as a daughter, sister, and a friend
oh my lord! when did this end

I used to be a prodigy
But now I feel my life is a tragedy

With every passing day
I think my parents made a mistake
the mistake of bringing me to this world
how much of a disappointment can they take

I know I am not perfect
I know I am not a star
But one day for sure
I will take myself far

Far in success and as of for now
I wish my future self all the best

Being a teen is so cool, the kids say
But they never realize how quickly time flies
Yesterday I was crying to play
Now at the blink of an eye,
I will soon be facing bills to pay

Dressing our barbies carefree
Climbing huge trees with glee
Oh, what sweet reminiscence it brings
I still want those wings

Believing in unicorns, Santa, and fairies
Believing in magic, where dreams never vary
Now, I'm a teenager, sitting on the couch
Filled with a world of screens and devices one can touch

I miss the days when I used to play
Now I'm stuck in a world of teens
Battling emotions I've never seen
Day and night I try to figure what life is about
But I always end with expectations and self-doubt

Peer pressure Is always in my ear,
The motive of being is never clear
No matter how old I get
A spark in my heart is set
The spark of childhood euphoria
The pure joy of a child's glee
Is the only joy I once again want to see

Oh God when will this dark phase end
Everyday when I look at my friends
With shimmer in my eyes
All I see is a dimmed light
The light of friendship trust and believe
is the only faded light I see

Oh God what is my mistake
Why is my friendship at it's stake

Oh God please save this light
I beg you so with all my might

What is happiness?
Happiness is nothing but caring less
Happiness is a weaving tale
Happiness is love but never on a scale
Happiness might be a disease
Passing from one other with ease

But If you were to dare
If you somewhat actually care
You will forced by yourself to ask
Is happiness a mask?
Does happiness exist?
Is happiness just a myth?

The Answer is quite complicated
I believe it is better to gatekeep it
Whether happiness exists or not
Always remember it has a cost
Thus another question arised
Shall happiness be compromised?
Because what if we fail to pay back?

By now happiness may seem like a mess
But you shall care less
Because even if you fail to pay back
Happiness would never be something you lack
The world is full of happiness
Happiness is helping beat the stress
The stress of anything that troubles
So let's spread happiness with our words
Let's try making happiness free
Let's try making it as simple as a glee

I'm on a diet, I assured,
But pizza thoughts, my cravings procured
I picked up the phone to place the call,
Oh! How hard my mind tried to haul

Tick-tock, the clock felt slow,
My cravings aglow, a tempting glow
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang,
My pizza order, ready to hang

Opening the box, anticipation soared high,
A cheesy delight, pleasing to the eye
But as cheese melts, my resolve's demise,
Resisting temptation, a futile guise

Though I aimed for discipline, I must confess,
In the face of pizza, I couldn't suppress
So I indulged, with guilt and pleasure combined,
A fleeting moment of weakness, in my diet confined

Popularity isn't what you think it is,
It is a hidden harmony of regret,
It is a concept, a mindset 
A lie that everyone belives,

Popularity is that lost soul,
Lying its way in life,
Smiling through unknown crowds, 
Wearing a mask no one can remove,
Smiling through crowds, crying so loud

It feeds on fear, It drinks from doubt,
Building Thrones on shaky grounds,
And chose who chase it-lose themselves,
In echoes that never call them Home
In the end, popularity buries its own kings

Another year, another cheer,
Brace through the world,
Loud and clear

Fifteen, an age so bright,
Brace yourself, take a flight
Teenage, oh so sweet,
Take your age like a treat

A step closer towards adulthood,
A step ahead from childhood
But don't be scared,
Cause I am here,
Besties forever!
I swear

Now eat a bite
Of your cake,
Now leave the fright
At the gate
Hold my hand,
Together we stand

Chapter fourteen comes to an end,
But I am still your best friend

Love is a flower,
Blooming in our hearts
Every action makes it pound,
Every decision counts

Love isn't just affection,
Love isn't just attention
Love is in the air,
Love is everywhere

A dove to another,
A child to his mother,
One to its career,
Another to his dear

They say love is complicated,
One must keep its heart gated
If so, then why?
What is love? He cries

Indian cuisine, a tale indeed
With every state, a new one we weave
From paneer to dosa's
From chicken to samosa's

Indian cuisine, a divine treat
Every corner provides you with a feast
From Rasmalai to Boorelu
From Kajukatli to Pateleo

Indian cuisine, you'll never regret
Your cravings always met
So immerse yourself in this power divine
Cause after all, shikanji is better than wine

Oh to be loved,
To be someone's dove
Oh to be seen
To have someone be keen

Oh to be felt,
Oh to be held,
Held through your worst,
Held until the problem bursts,

To be loved so kind,
So difficult to find,
In a world full of cupid,
To be loved so stupid,

Oh to be embraced,
Through every situation one faced,
To stand together,
To be loved forever,

To be loved is it true?
To be loved, inside you
Self love is pain,
Self love is gain,

Embrace yourself,
Hold yourself,
To be loved by no one else,
To be loved themselves

Life's a maze,
Full of craze,
Life's history,
Life's a mystery

It starts with a cry,
Isn't it just a try?
A try to be,
A try to see,

See around you,
See what's true,
Learn and fall,
Struggle to grow tall,

Life's a game,
A saga of fame,
Childhood stories,
Captivating like lories,

Teenage chronicles,
Adult jingles,
Life's full of stress,
Life's a mess,

A mess that never cleans,
A wound that never heals,
Life's beautiful isn't it?
So wonderful isn't it?

I saw a dream,
So unreal it seems,
A face so clear,
A face so dear,

Dancing through the crowd,
Music oh so loud,
Cheer of freedom,
Cheer so random,

Freedom from the world,
Happiness unfurled,
A butterfly flying high,
A butterfly not so shy,

A dream so small,
But effect so tall,
Oh, a dream so pretty,
A dream that makes me pity,

Pity the reality we're in,
A pool of emotions we're swimming in,
A pool so dense yet shallow,
Surrounded by a field so fallow,

A field of success and power,
A field with only billionaire towers,
Is money the dream?
Or is it success?

The question itself is a mess,
The world needs a guiding beam,
But isn't the beam itself a dream?
A dream self-satisfied with trends,

But don't all trends have an end?
An end we'll soon reach,
What would this period teach?

A period of lies taught by power,
A period so delicate as a flower,
Teaching youth to be slaves by heart,
Gaslighting them into thinking they're smart?

Where went the period of independence?
Why do we have this fence?
A fence barricading passion,
A fence forcing attraction,

Attraction towards something unreal,
Making the rich richer,
The poor poorer,
Suffocation is what we all feel,

It's about time we leave mainstream stuff,
It's about time we break these cuffs,
It's time we realize mainstream isn't for all,
Success lies where passion falls

Friendship,
The flowers in the garden of life,
A relation that always thrives,
Something defined so pure, so sure,
Something absent, yet filled of lure,

Friendship,
The bridge connecting two souls
The medicine that heals holes,
Holes in ones mere heart,
Holes that keep two apart,

Friendship,
Something that drives success,
Something that cleans up a mess,
Is friendship always perfect?
I question,
Is friendship always worth it?

Friendship,
Something I dream so dear,
Something I always hold near,
Oh! To have true friends so pretty,
Oh! To lack them what a sight so pity

I live in a world separated by borders,
Where power rules,
And hatred follows,

History is taught to learn lessons,
But alas the world shall repeat,
It shall hold its weapons

Leaders driven through words,
Actions carried out by swords,
Why can't we breed in peace,
Why is it the land one might seize?

It is the armed they hate,
Why is it the innocent's fate?
One shall always take revenge
Is war always avenge?

I see a utopian vision,
Without bombs and nuclear fission,
Where people live in peace and harmony,
When the world isn't driven by power or money

The world's a play,
Where men are mere puppets,
It's the words that control,
It's the pen who represents him,
Him gazing from above,

The world's a place run by writers,
Every word set as the fundamental of being,
Every psychology discovered,
Every history shared,

The world shall always bow,
To those who craft,
But alas the world's a movement,
A movement of repression 

Forcing them to drop their weapons,
To leave the battlefield,
To not craft their art,
To be in harmony,

Is it true?
I ask,
Is writing not enough?
They'd push, force, and establish
Mere letters ain't capital,

But that's a pile of lies,
A lie that has been smeared in their skin,
Shredding creativity, feeding capitalism 
The world's a place no one understands,
Being forced into a system,
No questions allowed,
No justice served,

Modernism is just a hole full of bodies,
Cut, bled and unanswered,
But that's what drives humans,
Comfort,

The world's full of rats,
Brainless, 
A living system that doesn't live,
Following rules never questioned,

Chasing cheese,
Not knowing it's rotten,
Afraid to be chased by the cat,
Afraid of death one doesn't remember,

The world has ants,
Silently working under the foot,
Being killed, 
Being suppressed,

The world today doesn't realise,
It's the ant who works,
The rat who cries,
We've been pained by ones we don't know,

But alas it's a modern world,
Nobody cares for so.

I don't need no fancy car,
Or money to take me far,
no heels or bougie huts,
all I need is music to keep me shut

Freedom calling my name,
Not thinking about shame,
Every twirl on bare grass,
Doesn't need any wine in a glass,

No VIP, disco or bar shall compare,
Moments I share, without care
I wear my joy as a lipstick,
Spinning on tunes, old school yet slick 

Camera can snap what I see,
But it cant set my spirit free,
Cause I don't need no cash,
My gold shall always be my mash,

Its Saturday night let me be free,
For no elegance shall let you see,
I shall dance till the night ends,
With no one to impress, no trends to defend,
Let the beat be my only brand-
Barefoot,bold and never planned

I walked into a garden,
Black and white all around,
Eyes glued to my path,
I didnt care what befound,

Beneath my ground, ,
Layed the dead and dried,
Every leaf fallen,
the tears i cried,

I saw trees fall,
I saw birds paining,
My heart waiting for hues,
Of trees growing tall,
Of birds flying,

I creeped in,
I carried the burden within,
But then i saw a flower,
Standing still,
Blooming like a meteor shower,

It swung with the air,
Every movement embraced, 
In the atmosphere,
I could hear it calling my name,

I walked closer,
Got lost in the aura,
The garden once dead
 Now felt colorful,
My eyes admiring the beauty it fed,

My heart said to keep it dear,
Such a gift shall always be near,
But my mind hesitated,
Its not mine is it?

I waited, 
I stared,
I saw a figure glare,
Before I did,
It took my flower,
I wanted to resist,
But deep down i knew,
I wasnt the best fit.

I closed my eyes,
I opened my hand,
And in there,
Lied my new bestfriend,

I called him teddy,
Not something unique,
But something complete,

And it was very unlikely,
For me to be attached,
Not a lot but Slightly,

Id carry it around,
I'd take him to bed,
He'd listen to me,
All while I said—

I'd share my deepest thoughts,
All the silent battles Ive fought,
With him I was never alone,
He'd take my hand,
And guide me through,
 For once I had a friend--
So true,

And came along such a noon,
I looked for him,
But I guess he left soon,
My heart filled with pain,
I had nothing left to gain,
I asked my mother,
And she replied,
"You're a teen now",
"Youre too old for a toy",

But I think she never noticed,
It was never a toy,
It was my bundle of joy,

Never once did she tell,
Where my dear teddy fell,
Years passed,
Flowers bloomed,

I wore a white dress,
And married my groom,
Then,
Along came a blessing, 

I closed my eyes,
Opened my hand,
And in there,
Lied my ray of light,

Along came my mother,
Holding something steddy,
There lied my dear teddy,

But I knew,
I aint his bestfriend,
Our friendship had ended,
It was time,
It be introduced to you,
So,
As you opened your eyes,
And let out a tear,
I placed Teddy beside you—
There's nothing to fear.

He'll be your best friend,
Like he was mine.
Through long nights and small joys,
Through the ticking of time.

Hold him close when you laugh,
When you're scared, or you cry—
He'll listen in silence,
He'll never say goodbye.

And when the time comes,
You may pass him on too—
A little thread of love,
Forever running through.

I walked into a field,
Nothing special,
Or maybe,
I didn't care what around,

The winds rushed,
The wheat blew,
Above Birds hushed,
Below Flowers silently grew,

A piece of mind,
Was all I wanted,
The worlds not kind,
And the thoughts still haunted,

I sat on the ground, 
Let the soil cover my face,
Nothing but wheat around,
Somehow it gave me brace

The sun was my silent friend,
Painting hues of gold,
Reminding me its not the end,
Forcing me to be a better mold,

My shadow grew thin,
The sky giving me a paint brush,
Holding an opportunity,
For kindess to win,
Every stroke reminding me,
Not to rush,
The wheat danced like time,
Patient, steady and slow,
While my thoughts learned to climb,
From the valley of hatred below,

The breeze blew with grace,
Teaching me patience and will,
Helping through each turmoil faced,
My mind going still,

No answers arrived, 
No questions asked,
But somehow,
I survived,
 
My breathing slowed,
Self doubts dint vanish,
They left a trace,
But I think I gave it abode,
I think I gave it space,

I wouldn't call this field special,
I cant call this natures magic,
I'd call it self explanation,
Id rather call it tragic,

It aint fiction,
Nor dazzling relevation,
Just a silent breeze-
Simple meditation

My life is a balckhole,
Darkness all around,
Curious is one,
But Alas no profound,
My life lacks gravity,
Force to pull one in,
In towards me,
But Alas, It is the blackhole,
Absorbing anything it obstructs,
No remain shall be found,
My life is mercury,
Closest to the sun,
Pain is what burns,
Yet pain is my oxygen,
My life is a masterpiece,
Made with tears,
Tears are my blood,
It keeps one dear,
What I lack is a heart,
My life is Venus,
Its moon be my heart,
What drives me is the orbitals,
My life is Neptune,
Driven out by life's dance

Dear Santa Claus, 
I have a wish,
I wish the time would stop,
To change the things that cause,
In the world of lies,
Where humanity flies,

I wish I was six,
To have enough time to fix,
A person I am today,
Made up of tears and hate,

I wish I was two,
In the universes court,
Time is what ill sue,

I wish I had a time machine,
To go back and never be,
The worlds a masterpiece,
But I am not the painting it needs

My life is a garden,
Thorns and spikes around,
Pain, sorrow, lies  beforund,
Each step shall bleed,
Each hurdle shall breed,

My garden is the place of dead,
Dead poems, dead artisary,
Look at it, I dare!
Live it in despair,

Yet, I found a flower,
Blooming and shining like a star,
Thorns and spikes had it too,
But,
Touching it gave contentment,
A mere feeling and pain,
Something sentences cant explain

It gave my life what it lacked,
Honesty, glee yet sick
Sick of fear,
Fear that I might loose the dear,
A dear not beloved,

In a world so perfect,
The flower shall never wilter,
Yet, we live in the world of gardens,
Gardens like mine,
Cultivating lies,
Feeding the temporary,
So Alas shall a new flower never grow,

To all the petals,
It shed,
To all the happiness,
It fed,
The flower shall leave its trace,
Not through the memories but scars it gave

You hate the rain?
Asked the lillies 
But how could i explain?
Moonsoon,
The only season i glee,
When the mere roses thrive, 
When butterflies take flight,
The atmosphere,
Wearing  the fragrance of dirt,
Comforting to most,
Annoying to those lost,
Lost in the essence of emotions,
Reminiscing about the commotions,
 Rain,
Something harmless yet powerful,
Being the supreme saboteur, 
Destroying homes, famillies 
Erasing those as if never before, 
Deluge, 
The harbinger of sorrow in someones life,
Being the electricity,
That makes hurdles thrive,
It eats-it never spares,
It doesnt see money, 
It doesnt see stares,
What can i say?
The worlds a garden,
I shall be the sunflower, 
What most adore,
I avoid the rain,
The season of love,
The season of pain,
The thief of joy,
Yet, the god of love 
The rain is complicated,
So is life,
To the Lillies,
I offer only silence

Woven Thread share stories,
every fold singing its own song,
Vibrant colours treasure history,
While art takes different forms,

Suits, Kurtas and Saris
History leaves no glory,
Every day brings a new trend,
Those left behind?
Left in the attic of reminiscence

Festivals welcome new clothes,
dancing to the rhythm of past,
each stich finds its place,
showing evocating crafts,

Turbans and Dupattas,
We flaunt them with pride,
every look carries a soul,
every accessory showing poise,
Tradition drapes our being,
in patterns time can't erase,
A legacy stitched with passion,
in every thread — a sacred grace.

From loom to life it lingers,
echoing roots we hold dear,
Traditional outfits — more than attire,
they're heritage we wear near.

My mother said I’ve changed,
I never noticed how,
But,
I no longer hold her hand to walk,
In fact, 
we barely even talk,
I’ve outgrown my dad’s cradle,
I’ve developed new tastes,
I never liked studying,
yet now it’s my comfort place,
I enjoy the food I once hated,
Yet despise those I loved,
I miss being free,
I miss not being judged,
I still remember those little days,
Sitting at the kitchen counter,
My legs swung;
My hands made tiny rotis,
While my brother fed me food,
I wanted to be an actor,
Maybe a dancer too,
Or an astronaut?
That sounds cool!
Though,
 I picked up a pen one day,
I’ve never looked back,
I’ve grown – flourished,
Changing in silent ways,
Yet sometimes I open a diary,
A dairy of lost trace, 
If I were to be honest,
I am still that little girl,
I still wear tiaras on my birthday,
I still love to dress up,
My dad always ties my shoes,
My brother still spoils me crazy,
My mum would always give me a hug,
And I would always want to be young me.

I saw my barbie in the attic,
Locked away;
Forced in a closet,
Funny how I’d never let it stray,
Yet,
This day I find its dress fray,
I’ve always loved them,
The only toy id ever buy,
Little treasures of reminiscence,
A mere gift that’ll make me cry,
I wish I could take you back in time,
See me play ;
Just one last time,
Hold it in my hand,
Keep it close to my heart,
“So tall, so pretty”
Said the young soul in me,
Gift my little self a mirror,
A loophole of time,
Let her see my present reflection,
Ask her if she feels affection,
Would I make her proud?
I honestly doubt,
Not always smart,
Rarely pretty,
Shed call it a crime,
She might even pity,
A perfect princess,
Tiaras were her favourite,
She Tip-tows through the room,
Balances books on her head;
She saw it in a movie,
What about the girl now?
The one who barely leaves her bed,
Swims in the pool of tests,
The one who survives on coffee,
The one who wants the big trophy,
The trophy of praise,
The trophy of validation,
Take me back,
To when life was creation,
Creation of something new,
Creative, cool and vibrant,
When notebooks could never end,
Pens lasted for ages,
Pencils always broke,
I hope she sees future me,
Maybe give her hope?
I wish I get a barbie soon,
With perfect dress and hair,
I wish I wake up tomorrow,
And skip this little  despair .