My heart is filled with you


The way you look at me
Makes me jump in glee
World looks newer than new
Just ’cause my heart is filled with you!

You and your infectious smile
Makes me numb for a mile
The sky looks bluer than blue
Just ’cause my heart is filled with you!

The warmth of your arms around
Lift me off the ground
Those feelings are newer than new
Just ’cause my heart is filled with you!

Your breath clouds my mind
Makes me in love go blind
There is nothing truer than true
Just ’cause my heart is filled with you!

I will rise


You can call me a liar
And in my downfall conspire
You can bury the wails of my cries
Yet like hope, I will rise.

You can inflict pain with your words
And let my pleas go unheard
Against me, make the world despise
Yet like a war hero, I will rise.

You can treat me like dirt
And call me unworthy under my skirt
Making my own self a disguise
Yet, like the sun, I will rise.

You can do the best to break me
And ensure my gaze is never free
Taint and taunt my loved ones
Yet like the ocean waves, I will rise.

You can loathe my beauty
And fail me in my every duty
So every dream in me dies
Yet, like roaring thunder, I will rise.

I love being me!


I was born against all odds
God gave in but fate did not
I die a thousand deaths every day
Yet, I love being me!

I am a rebel of my own cause
It is me against the world
To get recognized as a human
Yet, I love being me!

I crave for that one true love
Despair wins over destiny
I am always wrong before right
Yet, I love being me!

I fail like no tomorrow
Success avoids me like plague
Sometimes I wish I’d never see
Yet, I love being me!

I am used and abused
Under the pretext of benevolence
I live and learn every moment
Yet, I love being me!

I am not desired by many
But deprived of my precious virtues
I regret trusting so easily
Yet, I love being me!



The very first time I saw you
Still remember the beautiful eyes so blue
Just when I thought I was in love anew
There was nothing to hide as you saw through

I heard your heavenly voice pure and clear
Here, there, everywhere that I began to fear
Yet I felt so safe when I felt you near
I prayed that in my dreams you appear

Years went by without uttering a word
Sure was I, that even my unspoken was heard
Thoughts provoked and emotions stirred
Happy and free, I was flying like a bird

Then there was this wondrous moment
Where I wanted you just for my heart’s content
Selfishness started to torment
All those around you, I started to resent

Life, adoration, everything seemed flawed
It felt like I was a living petard
But you were resilient in all your laud
Then I realized you must be God!

When I’m gone


There was nothing more righteous
Than the devotion I had for you
While you never saw the virtue
Don’t shed tears in pity when I’m gone!

All the sacrifices I had made
Should not be gone in vain
As they were made in your honor
Don’t regret my love when I’m gone!

Patience was the hardest test
When I waited for you earnestly
Hoping you’d stand by me one day
Don’t wish I’d lived longer when I’m gone!

The world was against my loving you
It was crucification in every way
Yet I had dreams for our togetherness
Don’t mourn my memories when I’m gone!

Nothing without you!


My heart sinks into my gut
Each time I realize it was my last
That I won’t see you ever again
Even though you and I shall exist!

My eyes wander relentlessly
For just one glimpse of your gaze
The fact that you are heartless
Doesn’t make me love you less!

Soul thinks you are my perfect mate
When it is obvious you have no idea
That you are the reason I live
Making it more tragic than already is!

I pine for the air around you
As if I am breathing for the first time
The nano seconds of my life that I owe
I know I am nothing without you!


It sometimes doesn’t make sense despite playing it over and over in my head. I can never comprehend why anyone would want to tarnish me when I didn’t do anything to invite their ire. My mom, my goddess of life, love, patience and grit also fails to convince me that it is okay to ignore such endeavors. This bitterness is not a result of a day, a week, a month or a year – but a volcano that awaits to erupt for 25 years. I hate my memory for its vividness of every incident play by play and therefore the unforgiving feelings of are natural. And again, I am not portraying anything that calls me a victim, I am the victor. On an unanticipated afternoon in April few years ago, my mother was very ill and it was not a great idea to tax her emotionally. But one of her cousins had different plans. They spent a couple of hours elaborating how bad a person I was, the liar I was, the ultimate characterless person I was and so on and so forth. I still fail to understand why I was the chosen one that day. I badly wanted to retaliate, write a lengthy email which I typed but never sent, wanted to call them and hurl the choicest of abuses but never did – because I was not what they wanted me to be. I was taught and raised to be above such things by my virtuous parents who themselves had been meted with worse treatments in their hands. My mom, can never explain to this day on why she gathers her sweet self to still talk to them. As far as my state goes – I do not want to do anything with them. So there goes any connection with my extended family that my husband and kids would’ve possibly ever had. When I was all but 11 years old, weird things started happening. I was the chosen one to receive the meanest curse to being conferred the lowest order of mankind. Is it because I learned to ride a motorcycle, or because I was a published poet, or I was born to the most educationally affluent, liberal parents who believed that I live and learn, or because I refused to be identified with kids my age as I was a psychologically programmed kid, or because I took my own decisions at that tender age? I knew I was not “average”, but did not know why I deserved what I was put through. The oppression pandemic was spreading fast and furious. It became intolerable for me to study or live in my neighborhood. I wonder if being a ‘tomboy’ created so much furor, wonder what it would have been if I were to have an alternate lifestyle — I would have gone down as an honor killing. At that time, people were very quick to jump to conclusions, leave alone being the Brangelina’s of today’s world who’d let their daughter being called John! Everything I did or said was a big taboo. I was a certified outcast in their eyes. No accomplishment of mine would be acknowledged; my successes were ever so painful for them and I was simply not a human being – a real person who has feelings and actually breathes. My father died celebrating similar certifications, my mother will probably share these credentials, she just doesn’t realize yet. There are a lot of things I learned way before I should have. Firstly, I cannot control what others wish to think or say about me – the only person I can control is myself. Secondly, I cannot argue with the unwise. Lastly, karma is a b**** and what goes around comes around. And I think it is okay to be a certified outcast and the volcano does not have to erupt. My mom does not need to explain why I am the chosen one. I can choose to remember all that occupy my emotional bandwidth or NOT. It is not just okay to be a certified outcast – It is a BLESSING!