INSCAPE

Tug of Dreams A clear sky, calm and endless The sun bidding a sweet goodbye Spreading its deep orange hue  Across the hustling leaves Trees slowly shaking hands  As the bleaky breeze blows Birds creating patterns in the sky With sweet music waving out, The white terrace spreads vast With gloomy black spots and dots And on a corner, sits she, hushed Her thoughts creating patterns In a deep ocean, ocean of hope  Endless but swift, slowly Imitating those sweet throated birds A faint music glides along her mind Her swift thoughts, being the lyric And her dreams being the rhythm Dreams, entangled in a cage of Dependence, resembling her Curls, twisted and bound within  A pale hair bun, a trap, a cage. Her thoughts, giving birth to Daydreams, infinite and soulful. Filled with colours, bright and Light shades of fantasy, glittering; Alas! Amidst this glaze of dreams, Faces fade in and out, rapidly Within the filmy gloss of memory Faces - insults, bruises, scars Crooked e...

        THE SCAR Your legs start trembling A gush of pain oozing out Dizziness blinding your eyes And the world's falling apart Series of laughter surrounds With bulged eyes pointing Numbness strikes your heart And weakens its rhythm  The creation of a scar A wound, blood oozing out Blood that tastes sour And fuels the scar to burn How easy, how sarcastic The scar goes unnoticed A heavy mind to bear the depth To which the scar extends Alas! The scar clings to the heart A deep hole being created  Blank space, a dead end Your mind stays blank How ironic! The creators forever  Forgets the deep creation And the victim, forever bears The scar, a printed mark. Alas! The scar is wickedly beautiful For it seldom stops talking  The heart being the listener Pati...