A Paper

Hours never seemed so long to me as they did today. By idly staring at all the suffering bodies around me and listening to their groans and moans, I felt more depressed than ever. That intoxicating ambiance rendered a sense of grief to my core. Amidst the monotony of those white and green walls, which possesses the power to suppress all the commotions of a creative mind, a blank sheet of paper endeavoured to keep up the spirit of life both in my mind and soul. But, what is so special about a blank paper? Can everybody see it in the way I do? How does a glance over it stir all the passions in my blood? Whenever someone asks me about my true love, 'paper' is the word that I find floating over my tongue rather than a 'beau'. Well, paper is not merely a word. It is the holiest spirit, and every time when I’m alone, I vision it as my soulmate. A partner who would always be there for me with no prejudices. A partner who would shower attention on me and even on my trivial thoughts. But, whom would the paper choose between the ink, which validates its existence, and the creative mind, which sticks to it like its better half? My logical self keeps wondering about the correct possible choice, but my heart clearly knows the truth and so it is celebrating its victory. A thought still gives me goosebumps that how, in times of distress, just a sight of a blank paper acts as a calming potion in my body! People, in this world out there, assume that a person without a human friend is too lonely. But, I want them to cut down all of their assumptions first, and now that there is a clear ground, I would like to sow my seeds of opinions. Dear folks, I do agree that everyone needs a friend. But, why is it supposed to be found only in a human body? Why not a plant, a pet, or a paper? I also have a friend. I also get to hear a few lovely questions. "How are you feeling now? How was the day? Is anything troubling you? Do you want to share something? What has brought that smile on your face? Are you hiding something from me?" You’d never know how much my best friend cares for me until you step into my shoes. Yes, you’d never know how a paper is my best friend until you walk on my way!

Amrit Versha

Uncertainty

Bed with petals of rose...

No harms it shows...

Dark secret of a veil...

Nobody can reveal...

Now, you are in a never-never land...

Then will be a barren stretch of sand...

Good things will turn into bad...

And, you will be left so sad...

Troubles are there in the fate's store...

Unceasingly, they are more and more...

Changes you might face...

You might find a menace...

Your life might go downhill...

Your help will be your will...

A day will come when you will go through a test...

Woe betide you if you don't give your best...

Amrit Versha 

You Are Someone Like Me

When I cried,

you wailed.

When I smiled,

you rejoiced.

You repented for every time, at me, you yelled.
 With your warm love, my shivering hands you held.

With tears brimming my eyes,

I sat alone in a cramped room.

Reclusively in the dark,

I kept blaming my doom.

Always for my fears,

you were all ears.

In each step that I trod,

I met you.

In every dilemma,

you said, "I'm here for you."

Nothing can separate you from me

because, my sister, you're a part of me!

Yes, my sweetheart, you're someone like me...  

Amrit Versha

Dear Almighty

God, you are so divine.

Please let my fate shine.

My life has a series of twists and turns.

They etch my soul with the scars of burns.

Happiness seems like a fiction.

Maybe I’ve got a malediction.

Downers in my heart form an array.

Lights go dark and optimism into dismay.

At times, my heart remains in a haze.

Bitter memories set me ablaze.

My nights suffer in the fire of pain.
My birth is passing in vain.

Come and make my pains pacified.

Let my obsessions get nullified.

Dear Almighty, you are so benign.

Show your pity as I am not malign.

-  Amrit Versha

To My Envious Critics

When you call me bad, 
I don't utter a word.

When you try to make me sad,

I don't utter a word.

I know you want me to suffer.

That's why, I don't say anything.

I nod and accept your offer.

 I do so because I know everything.

All your taunts I will bear.

I will remain silent.

I will never say anything, I swear.

I will never be violent.

You will keep pulling my leg.

But I will remain silent.

For sympathy, I won't beg.

And I will never be violent.

I know what you believe in is falsehood.

So, no expressions I will show.

The victory of truth is real; yet, you haven't understood.

That is all about you I know.

It is my failure that you have always wanted.

Still no expressions I will show.

It is you who will fail, and I will remain undaunted.

That is all about you I know.

I know you want me to quit.

Instead, I will win, and you will wipe your brow.

You will just dream, but I will achieve it.

You will fall, and forever, I will grow and grow.

      Amrit Versha

My Lost Smile

The day when you said, “Goodbye,”

my eyes looked like a cloudy sky.

A sky that fiercely burns and showers...

A sky that rains for hours and hours...

You, with a smile, bid me adieu.

But I kept waiting for you.

Pale I look like a dried leaf.
Bitter I've become because of grief.

Ups and downs, oh God, waver me on my ways.

Curves of my path appear like a scary maze.

For so long, I've kept shedding tears

 that I've settled down with my fears.

But, what I am doing is not apt.

At dealing with life, I have to be adept.

Even at nights, one can see moon shining,

just as every cloud has a silver lining.

For making things all right,

I have to get up and fight.

By the nectar of ecstasy, I will be drenched.

My thirst for smile will soon be quenched. 

   Amrit Versha

The Pouring Sky

                

In the kingdom of sky, clouds begin their battle.

Weapons are of fire, not of metal.

I guess it is the enmity of years.

Mothers in the realm shed gallons of tears.

Envious clouds fight all day and night.
They forget what is wrong and what is right.

Behind rainfall, there might be no science.

It might be a result of conflict and defiance. 
But, for us, monsoon is a lovely season.
To be happy, it gives us a reason.

Fragrance diffuses in the air.

Rain patters here and there.

Hearts liven up with the pure breeze.

Icy water makes the outside freeze.

Lovebirds fly in the air of romance.

Muddy roads make us want to dance.

Monsoon, on the Earth, is always awaited

as it makes the people feel so elated.

Amrit Versha

You're My Gardener

I was a little flower;

you helped me to bloom.

Your heart is like a river;

it knows the ways to groom.

You possess innate glare.

It brightened my pathways.

You apprised me of my flair
in my hopeless, hard days.

All your life, how hard you struggled!

You remained stoical and you never sighed.

With loads of work, you always juggled.

But, at all my glances, you just smiled.

Mom, I know that you are downcast.

There is a lot in the journey that you have lost.

Within your heart of hearts, there is a desert, which is vast.

But, trust me, mom! You need not exhaust.

By the mercy of God, your flower will blossom.

It will paint your life with its colour and shade.

Your struggle will cease and days will be awesome.

Believe me, mom! You will get zeal, which will never fade.

     Amrit Versha

Aliens

I was thinking about life on Earth;
an eternal series of death and birth.

A question rose, “Are we alone in the universe?”

If not, then is it better or worse?

The existence of aliens is real or not?

If real, then they are made up of what?

Do they look tall like a wall?

Or are they small like a doll?

Will they reach us someday?

Or will they make years of delay?

The concept of aliens is still a mystery!

I wonder what would be their history!

Amrit Versha

Indelible Span of Life

Nostalgia of my childhood days.

Few moments I want to embrace.

Those fights in the games.

How funny were the blames!

That craze for the toys,

tempting both girls and boys.

Love for carnivals,

joy in festivals.

Even a little lollipop

made me do hip-hop.

Dreams of being Alice.

Fantasizing of a palace.

Over small bruises, I wailed and cried.

And how by little patting, it died.

Terror and fear of ghost.

Witches scaring the innermost.

No burden of career.

No hurdles, no barrier.

But that was a past.

When did I play last?

I am changing every day.

That innocence has gone away.

But something is still there.

Yes, right in my heart here.

Like a child, I still rest on my mother’s bosom.

And, there is a care which is so awesome.

                            -Amrit Versha

Dear father

I see care in your eyes

and peace in your smile…

How strongly in the storms

you take things in your stride!

You've always shielded me, dad, 

You cannot afford to see me sad…

You're my protector and my bodyguard...

To keep me happy, you work so hard...

Love that you shower upon me is immense...

Without you, my life would make no sense...

With boundless love in my heart, I feel blessed to have you…

Just like a fresh flower with a twinkling dew...

—Amrit Versha

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Dear papa,

You are the best man I have ever met,

and I know you cannot afford to buy me a diamond set.

Well, do you think I care?

Those tiny droplets from your eyes would form the best necklace for me… You are my dance partner, my gym companion, my super talented driver, my bodyguard, my hero, my favourite comedian, my creator and the best father anyone can ever have.

I love you.

Yours Milu

Don't Be Afraid of Being Alone!

On my solitary way, I begin to walk…

On me, loneliness starts to mock...

I close my eyes and peep into my past…

Lovely memories run in my head so fast…

In the valley of my past, many people were there…

In the desert of my present, I am with no one here…

Tears roll down and down…

With despair, I frown and frown…

I am faltering every day...

I am withering away…

I ask the Almighty:

What have I done wrong?

Tell me I'll suffer for how long..

I plead with Him:

Please save me from the doom…

Please, somehow, end the gloom…

All of a sudden, I hear my inner voice…

It asks me to smile and rejoice…
Life is hard but must you fight…

One day, your days will be bright…

On these empty roads, there is no one with whom you can talk…

But, with your inner strength, you must continue your walk…

With faith and hope, fill your gloomy days…

Soon, your life will shine with dazzling rays…

Move ahead with zeal and don't feel alone…

Do remember that you're a companion of your own…

Amrit Versha