Well Played!

She was in the canteen, alone.
He was with his friends.

He was everything she wanted in her life. 
He turned back and their eyes met. She blushed and looked away.
Coyly he stood up and paced towards her. Her heart raced, felt vibration in her pocket.

He stopped, she stood.
He blushed, she smiled. 
 All of a sudden he went on his knees and proposed.
Awestuck.
she answered "Yes" and smiled , His friends cheered.
She had never been so happy in her life.

She checked her phone, there was a message, from him!
"I have a dare, Please play along"

Depression

photo credits - raisingmiro.com

Its a dark place
where the sun has lost its way
Or shining the rays of dismay?

A forest of darkness
where  the corpses of the dead dreams
rots in oblivion
and the screams of aspirations
captured and tortured by failures
ravages the ear.

The Mind becomes the prisoner 
of apprehension, just like a criminal
waiting for his execution.
A fateful tragedy.

Its dark but your eyes can see
the eternal gloom. Your ears can listen 
to the sound of faith crumbling,
hopes shattering,
heart pounding,
mind numbing.
Its you succumbing
to depression.

Barren

I never believed it, but that time i was sure.

Loneliness was my disease and you were the cure.

When the sun was hiding, i searched for your face

There was coldness in my heart and you sparked the blaze

The impenetrable fortress, you made me melt

Sudden tingly sensation, inside my heart, i felt

I wanted it to end, but this feeling, it didn't subside

It was an illusion and i wanted to be trapped inside.

My heart was barren and the seeds of love you've sown

It was all i had and all of it you own.

Cruel strike from reality and face off with my fate

slowly and silently,the illusion dissipates

Those seeds of love, they withered in the sand

and the story of love, met its dreadful end.

I craved for a shower of love, but it never rained

My heart was barren and barren it remained.

There was a dream now shattered like a glass

Broken reflections of my soul, scattered quite afar

It would take some time to collect them all

As one needs some to rise, after a massive fall

Chilled melancholy killed me and i wanted to be free

Happiness is addictive, like a truck it ran over me

crushed, sliced and torn in the love that i didnt find.

Left with broken heart, to exchange for a peace of mind.

Coldness has seeped in ,solitude is my mate

Crumbling leaves of memories, fall was their fate

Reason and passion in their chronic battle

turned emotions into a dust that doesn't settle.

Walled and fortified, my heart is now.

Dont hit me questions like why? and How?

For i craved for a shower of love, but it never rained

My heart was barren and barren it remained.

In this Pursuit

Its the middle of the night.
The clouds have embraced the sky
and the darkness has engulfed the land.
No light from the stars to show me the path
The path that itself is shattered and corrupted
from the torrid rains of timeless denial.

But over this ruptured path
Under this acidic sour rain
that burns my heart inside
every time it touches my skin,
I choose to continue this journey,
an ordeal to get my true love.
Even though the rain is unceassant
and the journey, excruciating,
I am ready to walk on it
timelessly for eternity
for my pursuit shall end
or I shall end myself



(In this Pursuit.)

Restraint

My heart is full, my throat is choked and my eyes swollen yet they refuse to shed a tear.  
I envy you for you can cry.

Waiting

It seems like centuries have passed
and not a drop of rain has fallen
on my wretched skin.

 Its not the lustful rain that i aspire for
 but a drop of care.
 From the mountains of love
 where dreams meet reality
 and unite into one.
 Like a union of body and soul.

 Please let me have a drop of that rain
 that you withhold with yourself
 or watch me wither
 waiting forever.

Revolution Mistaken

The trend looks bad, The youth has not awoken
The change you expect, is a revolution mistaken.

An old legacy
of a young democracy
weeps slowly in her heart.
Caste creed, vote bank politics
tears its soul apart.
Sobbing slowly the nation sees
dying ideals of democracy.
Amidst the cases of delayed justice and corruption
The foundation of democracy is shaken.
The change we expect is a revolution mistaken.

Unequal wealth, unjust allocation
leads to poverty, which begets corruption
Its not just corruption but fearless greed
sparkling in the eyes of youth they lead.
The lust for power is same in all
The one who pursue it is destined to fall.

They say the youth will now lead this nation
this type of statement seems filled with fascination
for the rise and growth of new breed
Our nation is young, Youth is who we need
For my optimism lies at a place long forsaken
The change we expect is a revolution mistaken.

(Written in the context of University elections of Delhi University.  Unfair practices and corruption determines the winning prospects over here in youth politics. If they are the youth who will lead us in the future, I am very uncertain about the future of the country)