When the Mice Rise

Surrender, my lord,surrender!
Don’t listen to their banter
You go with might , you take your pride
I promise to come,
To save your life…
Clouds were tense, air was anxious
Water was restless and land treacherous.
Future was crystal clear like fog,
And doubts were the answer for every clog.
Soon they saw the land of iron
He stepped on it and blew away the siren.
Laughter of fools gave him courage,
He hatched a plan among this menace
When the fools went away to the land of dreams
He swirled in the darkness and followed his dream.
He cut open the iron with its mighty pride,
His tail danced with joy and the gods smiled…
They rewarded its bravery by putting him in cage,
He thanked them properly by leaving only his tail.
The fool heard thunder and a majestic roar,
This was a message from the god:
‘No child of mine shall live in cage, you drunken fool, you can’t change My Way’
The roar did nothing, nothing at all
Because the gods became less scarier than ever before.
Fools had power,fools had money,
They went to the market to buy god and honey.
One lord escaped and millions were captured
For every brave action was to meet with a fracture.
This was the story of the brave mice,
Whom I caged with my precious,ignorant smile.


A sad day:)

’twas a day, warm and bright

And young was the night

When she came and walked

She heard whispers and talks.

No candles, no celebrations, no tears

No shrieks, nothing.

Silence, absolute silence. And it continued for a very long time.

Lovely! She heard someone say

Wonderful! Said another,

In her mind silence shattered into pieces

But only in her mind.

It was a place where she existed;

Not in any universe or a country or in an opulent house. No.

She chose to exist where she mattered.

A tiny individual in a mysterious galaxy who neither lived in it nor outside it.

She lived someplace hidden, a place which even the secret service of patriarchy couldn’t fathom!

From her place she could See,

The lies people wear and the deceptive words their tongue speaks,

Together they said, “happy birthday to you”

And she knew, it was not the place to be.

All the tears are gone…?

For every lost life she shed a tear and now her eyes are dry, painful and without life.

For every tear she shed took away something from her,

And now what’s left of her is just a residue…

A wasteful reminder of what she was Not but still she chose to keep it,

Since its easy to just survive than to live.

Twenty centuries have passed and still nothing changed

Our biggest achievement – Discrimination, is still positively thriving

While humanity rots and evaporates everyday by the likes of those who can still shed tears.

Happily dissatisfied

I made sure to bifurcate between what’s real and what’s fate

I linked fate with destiny and then I offered you up as bait

You foolish man who went up there

Seizing those opportunities which were not rare.

I took nature away from you and gave you money. Just a residue.

I took your life, I took your mind and caged it in an eternal bind

You want freedom, I say you have to earn it

But how will you earn it, when I know I will burn it.

Freedom you desire is the child of slavery, on which many a soul lost their bravery

All you had was a mirage and you named it freedom,

I pity you, you desolate image in an unwelcomed mirror.

‘I’ and ‘you’ are both the same. I live in ‘you’ and you live in other plane.

There you are desolate and not required, while I lived here and kept the master sired.

‘I’ live in everyone and so do ‘You’.

‘I’ controlled everyone but could not control ‘You’

‘You’ still exist as a seperate entity

And trust me, it is the key to the freedom of humanity.

The perfect life

Scattered as always,

Shattered as always

They torment me

and make me hostage.

To speak would mean to use words.

They betray me at every single step.

They release my thoughts and make me handicapp.

Several times I have been at the mercy of others.

To know they can do and you cannot, bothers.

To write would mean to leave a proof.

If they read it, they will know.

Words, then wont be the only thing I will fear.

Wrath of silence

I found a tool to express myself, a way to de-link myself,

From the worldly anthem, from the manly lord,

From those people who never let you free and roam.

Far beyond their reach this tool took me to places, where I saw people going half crazy…

I used it as a shield and from behind it, I kept an eye,

Their eye when met my I, they fought a battle,

my body wasn’t hurt but my thoughts were…

Comfortably numb, I was walking on a path,

Healing my mind with illusion and wrath,

Physically I walked amidst those tyrannical rules,

Mentally I saw them making people fool.

What a shame! I thought while walking past them,

I didn’t realised what a fool I am!

The world in which I live feeds on people like  me.

The illusion of freedom mocked my wrath, 

It turned into someone who controls my path.

I thus got trapped in my own mind and became a prey to my own kind.