Where Is My Pen?

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A 7 year old raped brutally.
The students beaten mercilessly.
Crores laundered in the scam.
And democracy is now a sham!

Religion, a reverent affair.
Is now a sacred weapon.
Regularly fired in the air,
Its bullets, claiming tons.

And naivety is not more than a facade.
With everyone playing equal parts.
‘Cause the decent naives,
Are meditating in their graves.

The leaves are withering.
And the birds have flown.
But things are burgeoning.
As our society has “positively grown”.

I’ll write an honest account,
Of things that always haunt.
But where is my pen?
Oh! I forgot!
It belongs to “them”.

Innocence Defeated Again!

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I saw him walking the same road
Like creepers climbing the tall trees.
Feeling the sky getting closer,
Feeling the highly alluring breeze.

The same alluring breeze
Was playing the treacherous trick.
The scintillating aroma,
With layers so slick.

Along that superficial road
Were all the hypnotic eyes waiting.
Their sly vision never blurred,
As his android feet were moving.

His enervated body
Thirsty for a drop of the potion,
Just followed the wind.
Oh! That wonderful notion!

But little did he know
About this aspect of life.
Simulating a happy surprise,
Stabbing with a sharp knife.

Collecting all my might,
I screamed at him.
“Listen to me buddy!
Don’t submit to your whim”.

A voice from behind me,
Chuckled calmly in my ears.
“You know he can’t hear you.
Let him face his fears”.

I looked at my mouth zipped,
As the innocent died.
Once again we had won.
Once again a monster would rise!

Is It Fair?

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Pockets breathing
But you can’t feel the air.
Lips mumbling
But you aren’t aware.
Tension piling
Teardrops everywhere.
Fake colors bleeding
Here and there.
A river flowing
Leaving the scars bare.
People dying
But nobody cares.
And we keep on smiling.
Is it fair?

…And, It Took Over Me Again

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…And, it took over me again.
Leaving things in vain.
Capturing me, controlling me,
It opened that forbidden pane.

…And, it took over me again.
Leaving me with a guilt of shame.
Torturing me, hurting me,
It left me to be blamed.

…And, it took over me again.
Making me a symbol of disdain.
Agonizing me, abusing me,
It left me with unwashable stains.

Had never wished to say so.
Had never thought of doing so.
Forgive me, my dear.
For it wasn’t me who caused all those tears.
I know I should have refrained.
But, it had taken all over me again.

When Her Scream Was Just A Whisper

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She dreamed of a magical place,
With orange skies and hidden grace,
Where she could see the darkness hide,
And everything would be a happy surprise.

But lifting the veil was never easy.
Reality had always been scary.
Nevertheless, she tried hard to reach her goal,
Hiding all her tears in a secret bowl.

But the bowl couldn’t store all her tears.
And eventually, she was drowned in her fears.
Closer to the edge she went.
Failed was her last attempt.

In total despair, she screamed,
Hoping to find a healer.
Never could she imagine,
That her scream was just a whisper.

That Cute Kid!

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Yesterday, while I was lying around,
An old photograph of a cute kid I found.
He was smiling with arms open wide.
A new found happiness he couldn’t hide.
He had a glowing face & sparkling eyes.
The gesture was true without any disguise.

I brought the picture closer.
The kid did look familiar.
He had the same eyes and the same smile.
But I hadn’t seen that look in a while.
I wondered why he isn’t around.
Lost within me, he just couldn’t be found.

That kid had made me nostalgic.
Leaving me with thoughts so ironic.
Like pain for him is strictly physical.
And little happiness is magical.
Ego is a word he doesn’t even know.
Deep down, I don’t want him to grow.

Well! I kept the picture back & sighed.
There was a smile on my face I couldn’t hide.
That kid, I knew is deep within me.
He is someone I still want to be.
Then, a friend came in and asked – “Who is he?”
Proudly, I replied – “It is someone I used to be.”

Tears Of A Clown

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It’s like my mouth is zipped

While everyone else is fully equipped,

With sophisticated ways to make fun of me

And I’m yelling helplessly.

Don’t know whom to throw my anger at.

I guess I have become a frozen cat.

Have no one to share my pain.

Made an effort but all in vain.

I was made to hide my pride

When I was burning with agony inside.

Now I’m all alone in my shallow den.

The one in my mirror is my only friend

Who tries to calm me down

And I’m ready to shed the tears of a clown