A Shoulder to Cry


Clinging to my shoulders

she whispered she ain’t fine.

Her heart felt like burning fire

that set my thoughts a point higher.

For she always kept secluded

her plights so no others ponder.

Emptying her mind out

sounded like travelling to moon.

But her sudden convulsions

murmured some words in ire.

I gasped the edge of her torment

barely understanding those feeble noises.

I took her closer to my sternum

to let her hear my beats say



Those Slithered Words












Out flew those crafty words,

as a bee searching its sweet drink.

And it seemed to make no return,

unless fostered some nominal pangs.


It slithered away as a snake,

intending to maim, sting and devastate.

The soul of a tranquil man,

with unending agony and ache.


So beware before you enounce,

for you reap for the words once uttered.

Even a hundred years after,

its blemish would be left unfaded.

Whole Big Dream


I too have certain dreams

quite a lot more than them,

And I’ll toil till it earn wings

to hover much closer blue skies.


I’ll make friends with the winds

not to recast my routes,

At times of rains and storms

to hold me steadfast to my track.


No matter how rapid I fall

everything I’ll redo like a light quill,

As if searching new heights

with a lot more passionate will.


My dream would remain inseparable

from all of me and my soul,

Until you hear my last gasps

to settle my body to dust.