A body with an empty soul.

A body with an empty soul,
World didn't accepted whom as whole,
Mind and heart aren't in control,
A desolated heart whose rhythm was stole.

My world was stormed with sorrow,
Pierced my body with bow and arrow,
From love, abundant pain ‘I borrow’,
Yet living in the false hope of better tomorrow.

Darkness fortified my soul,
Misery was as my dole,
I was never loved only left with condole,
I wanted to hide myself in a larva like a tadpole.

I am a carcass,
And this destructive life is ceaseless,
Entirely filled with blackness,
As if I'm a tragic play’s actress.

Waiting for the steed,
Who will take me away from this bleak,
Will rejoice under the tree in the cold breeze,
In my heart all that love will freeze.

Now from this life I'm done,
Lost all the hope, now has none.
Waiting for the bright sun,
One day my new life will begin.

War

 A body lying by my side,
Fire everywhere and no place to hide.

A feeling of fear, 
People are here but not near.

When everything was fine,
My house was completely mine.

Birds were chirping, 
School bells were ringing. 

Postman delivering letters, 
The days were better.

A soldier came to me,
Said “Peace be with you”

How ironic yet true,
He was all drenched in blood,
We both were sitting in mud.

Again I was there, where!
Guns and bombs, no place for love here.

The soldier still sitting by my side,
In his mind, photos of his wife appearing in slide.

He is remembering his old happy days,
With a bomb blast it all fades.

I can hear all sorts of voices,
But none was pleasing and nice,
Voices of shouting,
Voices of dying,
There are even voices of crying,
With a heavy cadence of praying. 

Where is earth’s Cordelia?
A dead girl by my side her name was Liya,
Went in my past, 
Remembering each day pass.

I remember the girl now who is dead,
Liya- All life to taste, she used to add.

Every moment enjoying,
As tomorrow is never coming!

I guess she was right,
Everything changed in one night.

Tip...tip...tip...! I can hear dropping sound of blood,
I came back still I was there in mud. 

But now the young soldier wasn’t by my side, 
For him now there was no place to hide.

One bullet straight through his head,
And he was away from all the fears and pain for once in all,
How young he was,
How charming when I saw.

But now he is dead,
Dead like all the other deaths.

Blood to blood his blood blend,
Now I know this has no end.

All I want is- “You”

I want some more love, 
I want it as pure as dove. 

Something like scenic,
For which I will be forever addictive. 

I’m not sure if you will get it,
Can we forget this fight and make it quit.

I know it’s not what you need,
But I can love you unconditionally more than any girl- I guarantee,
With many I disagreed, 
But you made me agree to disagree. 

I don’t really know about love, 
But we were destined to fall from above.

That’s why we are two separate halves, 
Then we crossed paths.

I feel you & your pain- it’s true,
Although we can be something new. 

You should give ourselves a chance, 
The happiness & love you are searching for is in front of you, have a glance.

I let you in,
Yet I never had a doubt,
But I was searching you out,
You are my symphony of a violin.

Be a love rhythm, 
And I will be your peace of Sufism. 

I want love,
Trust me! We are hurt enough.

Enslaved

Once I was told to be quiet cause I am a girl, 

Since then I have been enslaved by my feminity,

I was raped yet I was blamed for not being pure like a pearl,

I was sad, hurt and broken. But I was forced to smile.

I hide my wounds for so long,

That in the end I thought crimes, 

I felt that over here I do not belong, 

But is this the pain which defines?

I lay on my bed wondering “what am I?" many times.

Sometimes I draw conclusion and sometimes I cry,

I feel weak but on contrary I consumed the feeling of strength.

Under many moons I buried my face into wet pillow,

I parted my lips for sweet candies though I only savoured vinegar’s sourly bitterness.

When I complained I was again reminded that I am a slave,

The rape of my happiness, 

The rape of my sadness, 

Rape of my benevolentness,

Rape of my felicitousness, 

Rape of my victoriousness, 

Rape after rape yet, my feminine qualities were not pondered as brave.

What do you want from women,

What will it take for us to breathe and live,

To be always underneath the thumb of men,

We are as brave and strong as men. How do I make you believe?