THE MOMENT

I know, this moment you’re living feels so tragic The moment Where everything seems so impossible And end seems the only way The moment  Where grief makes you feel so numb And the emptiness feels so despised The moment  Where ship of humanity appears to be drowning And dying with thirst feels like only option

POETRY XI — WITHIN YOU

I said I’ll be there by your sideWatching and observing you all the timeOf all the promises, you madeOne was to hear me all the time ___ So listen, I ask you to let me goNot because, I no more want to be at your sideBut, because you said“Precious things are meant to lose” ___

CALL IT AN URGE!!

Here we are, Summers getting hotter Winters getting colder Lands getting barer Oceans getting emptier Monsoons bringing flood Ozone being depleted And nature cursing through disasters __ Yet, wondering how all this could happen While selfishly making it all happen __ Call it an urge but please just don’t only call. I wonder, we write

Poetry X – ONE MORE DAY

Though you never said it to meBut I know you felt that way tooThough you tried your best to be my sideBut I guess your love was not meant for meThough we’ve been separated by the borders of loatheBut we still share the same skyThough the nostalgic sentiments we shared have been erodedBut, remember you