Dear Pain, Thank You……………….. For holding me in your soft hands when the mundane world ditched me, For caressing my untouched soul when the crooked world shot poison leaded arrows at me, For standing with me and facing the brunt when the betrayer world stabbed me with a hundred daggers, For rendering my eyes to cry an ocean full of tears when the dark world deserted me, For soothing my wounds when the relentless world left me with all hurt and humiliation For being an ear to my untold story when the deaf world had no time to listen to me….. Thank You Pain for being a part of me, for lying somewhere deep in the corner of my heart and every time I die, you whisper, “You are not done yet” and then reviving me to face this damn world with a renewed spirit and strength…… Thank You Pain for being a mirror through which I can see you and myself.
Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes
Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without
When logic and intuition stood on edge of time, sugar was dancing on the salt lake. I would not see the torn book between retreat and assault. I was reining in the new moon. In a night raid, five peacocks