Serenading Love Songs

You love me my jaan

You do not understand me my jaan

I tell you my jaan

Follow woman’s heart and passion my jaan

Nevertheless, this is my love, my jaan

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Conflict of Personalities

You are a free bird

I am so tame

You are laughing cracker

When I am lame

You say you love me the most

Still I am barely out of the frame

There is always someone lurking around

To lit my insecurities aflame

You talk so much

Tell me, ask me, as attention-seeker is my birth name

I don’t have stories or friends or ambitions

That’s why I misbecame

You are tornado of happenings

I am slow, so totally out of game

Baby, girl, match the pace

And, stop the rame

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Things Love Make You Do Sometimes

Oh, how i have started hating hearing cars from my window?! The building tension on approaching car, and the dejection and saddness and even frustation while it fades away. How the world is so depressingly quite and at some point i used to peep out of my window to look at the city sleeping and find it astonishingly calming. How the tables have turned. Why do i ask?! Why do i wait?

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Every Now And Then

How lit my eyes are

How cold my feet are

What’s this that creeps in

Peeping out sometime

The calls call

To be pulverized away

It’s my baby too

The one mum likes to disown

How heavy headed my head is

How lame my heart is

Whats this that clucks away

Scrubbing the back

Clenching the eyes shut

Open up, enact, bring into being

Its me

Your mum

The one you unwant

Me too

I, too, disdain you

I too

I am

You too

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A Woman’s Insecurity

The awful taste in mouth each time I realize how a man’s world out there is so different, biased and free-er. When will I learn to accept it and okay with it?! Any time soon?!

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Lonely Nights

I have a lover

I have many beloveds

I have had too many friends too

But many a times

Lonliness still stings

But this time, I went to my old self, to seek comfort and company. A page dating five years back. How astonishingly I am relating to it even now! Oh, I haven’t aged. I thought I have grown up. I am way more emotionally matured and in control. But, no, there come bouts, when everything kept at bay, comes flooding in and then there is nothing to do then, except; suffering. Suffer. Make it pass. Then smile again. And laugh. Kid yourself. And others.

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Dearest Life


The euphoria

And the peace

Slowly steadily and intimately


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