She walk alone in this world like everyone,
Her childhood went without the innocence.
She entered the adolescence with impurity,
And she saw no love that hold her hand for long,
Her youth is full of unanswered questions.
To the middle age, she go to grey hair alone,
The tired steps that cry for help are so weak.
The soul craves for a companion so dear,
But the heart still goes on singing a lonely solo… 
Author: Sayali Talvelkar
I am
That world…
I will give my heart out if that’s what it takes to love you,
I will face thousands of obstacles just to get to you,
I will stop breathing if that’s what it takes to meet you in other life,
I will give everything now and forever to go to the world where we are together…
Black rain
The innocents dying by drinking the black rain,
The rain that is poisonous but the naives are clueless,
So they drink it to soothe the burning heat,
That is making their skin wilt away.
How can this be a cheerful event?
But the victory is celebrated on the other side of the world.
The explosion of the atom was earth shattering,
That it left it’s mark on the future generations to come.
How can this catastrophe be anyone’s celebration?
How can this disaster be anyone’s new beginning?
This can only mean the last days of humanity. 
Forlorn
Fury of my loving soul
is burning still,
But I lie I am past that pain,
But I lie its tamed now.
Troubled heart of my aching
shell is suffering still,
But I lie I am past that phase,
But I lie I am at happy place.
Forlorn tale of my dying love
Is still being written,
But I lie I am past that page,
But I lie I am at peace now… 
The facade
I am questioned about my worth,
I am questioned about my sanity.
What is this relation,
What is this love,
It does not liberate me,
It is the door to cage.
It does not support my dreams,
But it suffocates me.
What is this love,
What is this relation.
That only wants best of me,
That is nowhere to be found
When I am broken.
What is this love,
What is this relation.
It doesn’t know loyalty,
It doesn’t know gentleness.
It doesn’t show up for weeks,
It doesn’t care if I am alive.
What is this love,
What is this relation. 
The release
Take me now than later,
Take this heart away,
It is the cause of all hurting.
Take this mind away,
It is the cause of all worries.
Take me now than later,
Take away all my possessions,
I don’t want them without peace.
Take away my eyes,
I don’t want them to see the harsh realities.
Take my body away because
I do not want it’s burden anymore.
Take my soul to its home
and let it rest…
The lie
All the pillars are falling down,
The earth under my feet is tearing apart.
The heart is pounding heavily,
The tears have dried like Drought.
The world of peace is lost somewhere,
The turmoil is what is evident.
You ask me how is your day going on,
I think for a while and tell you that I have been alright… 
The love song
The love that is lost,
Is not what it seemed.
The heart that’s been broken,
Didn’t deserve to be crucified.
Do not hold on to the sadist,
Do not keep being clobbered.
The heart that loved so fiercely,
Will soon be with the gentle companion.
The love that is unstinting,
Will soon join the noble amour.
Nothing will be lost after all,
Nothing will be broken forever long. 
Soul bonds
Soul bonds are hard to erase,
The social norms can’t even break.
Not even the stifling of the bond bearers.
When it’s meant to be
No one can change the course,
No one can go against the force.
It’s a beautiful mystery how souls are connected,
To overcome the resistance of the world, the society, the ego.
To share the love that is not theirs, not mine, not yours but of universe itself… 
Antidote
The pills that you take to make yourself well,
Are they really a cure or a new bane?
I take one and I get effects that are conveniently ” side “.
I take two and I get dependent on it,
Still it doesn’t take away the real problem.
The doc say why not try three!
Is it the real cure for years of suffering?
Is it real antidote for life long illness?
The doc sees me for a min or two and announces that I am hysterical,
But who would not be hysterical if they are dying inside,
Who would not be hysterical if they are being torn apart each and every moment of the day.
Is the pill a remedy for an age old curse?
If it was the real medicine then life would have had an antidote too…
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