Where Are My People

Tell me where I can find people like me...
Those who never easily believe what they see...
The ones whose minds are in the clutches of doubts...
Those who are lost in the worldly crowd...
The ones who are searching for their whereabouts...
Those who yearn to scream out loud...

Tell me where I can find people like me...
Those who crave to set themselves free...
The ones whose minds delve too deep...
Those whose eyes see beyond the surface...
The ones whose souls are never asleep...
Those whose hearts flame like a furnace...

Tell me where I can find people like me...
Those with whom I could readily agree...
The ones with whom my soul could talk...
Those with whom I could happily flee...
The ones who believe our world is like a lock...
Those who are desperately looking for a key...

Amrit Versha

Dusk of My Life

From where did it all begin?
And, when is it going to end?
What kind of mess am I in?
When would this fog descend?

There were days when this love 
felt so lovely...
But now I ask myself, "Why did 
things get ugly?"
With my love I know he was
always trifling...
His memories leave me with the
air so stifling...
Every part of me longs for nothing
but him...
Do I really deserve to live a life 
so grim?

In the flames of yearnings, my heart
is burning...
Within my nerves, the pain is churning...
I pass my nights with the streaming eyes...
All I can hear are my hopeless sighs...
It's so deadening that now nothing seems bright...
From years and years, I'm trying to feel alright...
I'm a captive of this darkness and gloom...
I'm waiting for the light to enter my room...

Amrit Versha

Erase the Imprints of Past

It's sunrise after a long, dark night.
It's all bright, so there is no fright.
Bad days are gone at last.
Now, it's just your past.
It's only a shadow.
You better let it go.

If you will ever look back,
you will just get off track.
Present is still in your hands,
so don't cry.
Wake up, and just give it a try.
Let your own power unfold.
You are nothing but gold.

As, now, everything you know,
so wisdom must you show.
From the sufferings of past, 
must you learn.
By your old mistakes, don't
get burnt.

Amrit Versha

Ask me, "What is love to you?"

Ask me, "What drives you crazy?"
When his fingers gently stroke my skin, that sensation drives me crazy.

Ask me, "What makes you feel alive?"
Come and whisper his name into my ears.
You will see my eyes sparkle like never before.

Ask me, "Where does your heart reside?"
Look into his eyes and you will find it there.

Ask me, "What had hurt you the most?"
His incapability to love me back

Ask me,"When did you feel like you were utterly falling apart?"
The day when I saw him longing for her
just as he did for me once.

Ask me, "What are the moments that you
regret the most?"
The moment when I made him my priority
The moment when I lost myself in chasing him
Yes, the times when I forgot who I was.

Now, ask me, "What is love to you?"
Well, if this is not love, then I really wonder what it is!

Amrit Versha

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 becomes 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