Thoughts Unleashed

They choose me…whom they want. In any form on any day They are so liberal you see They decide…who I want to be…. So much importance they give Seldom have they allowed me to do anything They just make me to sit and watch They say we are equal… Only in case of inputs… The outputs are never equal by any means They make the rules and we follow the rituals Centuries are gone by… Acts and actions….Nothing could change the thinking Men are men… Women remain Wo.men…. Just an ante fact to Woo.. Men (After hearing about Nirbhaya's Documentary, I think I don't have the courage to see it) (For Poets United: Poetry Pantry # 242)

True...love is not a greeting card Holding all feel close to my heart My love for you can't be painted on a canvas Glancing all through my thought My love for you can't be printed on a card True...love is not a greeting card My love for you has no wings to fly and reach you My love for you has no shape to fill and treat you True...love is not a greeting card It can't be prepared ...sorted by   fixed sizes it can't be diluted ...weakened by rigid means it can't be shared ...by signing deals it can't be inherited...by owning   trades True...love is not a greeting card I love you and you love me is not a statement I love you and you love me is not an agreement it's the silent music which touches the chord of the heart it's the brilliant light which shines the yards of the mind it's the coolest   shower   which soothes the moments of life it's the war...

Feel coalesce ...mind emote Love blend...spirit emerge Moments fuse... life reaps

You keep breaking my heart I keep gathering courage...to be in one piece You never realize the very essence of love I never memorize what you did last time Our saga of break-ups and patch-ups continue... You take love for granted I take life for granted But let me tell you dear Nothing lasts forever.... Even the sustainability has a limit By the time you realize and look back Love will sublimate ... I will evaporate You remain in isolation....  Consolidating where you went wrong! (To all men, who dont realize the value  of love of the woman in their life)   

Mid winters are like speed breaks Some withered weather Some faded foliage Cloudy skies...chilled winds Life get tucked into four walls Love get stuck into woolens Looking through the window Waiting for the sunshine Balcony becomes bonhomie Having hot lemon tea Sipping sweet corn soup Kitchen becomes evergreen bonfire Nudging... nagging lethargic mornings Cuddling.. caressing romantic evenings Taking life into shell of its very own warmth Mid-winters have   their very own charm (For Poetry Jam)