Punishment is very painful when you get it for doing nothing. And if it is a result of misunderstanding, the pain can be excruciating. The only way to clear things is communication. But if the reception is completely blocked, you are helpless. No matter what you try, you can't get through.And you can't force yourself in, it'll be rape. You can't stand still and bear it, you'll be an eye witness to a crime. Time can never heal some wounds which you yourself want to keep fresh. Sometimes you feel that when you stretch, you are pinching your heart. Why is life so difficult when you want to be a good, understanding, caring person? Well, i just feel that i'm being sucked into a whirlpool of questions which time has specially designed for me. But then life goes on...

You may be white, and life can make you turn black.
Thanks to grey.
Truth shocks.
When it stares at your face.
Probably it had a mask.
The mask gives way to the heartache.
If you reply, you are reacting
If you are reacting, you are involved.
So, be cold.
That's the best way to be.
Know yet act as if you know nothing.
Look at the problems and stay away from solutions.
Why absorb the trauma of someone elses fate.
Listen to the question, and stay quite.
For once staying quite is not being dumb.
It's staying away from the trap.
If you inquire, you are in trouble.
Sharing your feelings is inviting a headache.
It breeds expectations.
So what you were friends.
So what if he understood you.
So what if you confided in me.
You were looking for a trash bin.
You are now clean.
You have discarded the crap from you.
He has it now, and you don't have to take it back.
Convenient.
So what if you used his shoulders.
And left the traces of your tears.
So what the water has evoporated and the salt is still there.
So what if you held those hands and made him feel like his extention.
So what if you poured promises into his ears and pushed it down his heart.
It takes seconds to get back to what you want to be.
Or project a new face.
A kiss in not a seal you put on someone forever.
A tight hug is as tight as the space between your fingers.
Be like that soul that ditches the body.
Without warning.
Without any feelings.
Without any life.
No matter what the body did for the soul, the soul never cares.
It flies away never to come back.
Probably to get into another body.
And the act continues.

PK Anil

Confession by a heart.

Eyes closed
I lay on my back,
Thinking of God.
I longed for a wish from him
And as I was meditating
A bight light flashed in front of my eyes.
Somewhere from the sky
Like a bright shining star.
All I could see was light, soothing and clear.
I woke up and started wondering what the wonder was.
And then I heard a sweet voice.
"So son...I'm in a good mood today
And I wish to grant you a wish...Ask whatever you want.
I was dumbstuck.
I couldn't believe my eyes. And my ears.
I thought of wealth, I thougt of health, of longivity, of fame.
And then it struck me.
I always had this desire.
My desire to know more of the world, more of the people,
to read their mind and explore their heart.
So I said" God, I want to know the heart of the person I'm interested in.
God replied " So be it son. Whenever you want to know someone, ask for his heart
and keep it close to your ears. You'll know what he really is.
As soon as it finishes, it'll go back to the person.
And don't let your hand damage the heart, else you'll be deprived of your wish".
And the holy light disappeared in thin air.
I got up startled, impatience drove me to test my precious wish.
And to begin with, I wished to know what my love had in store for me .
Though skeptical, I just wanted to give it a try.
I was reluctant, but then I gathered some courage and wished for my love's heart
And there I was, holding a very beautiful red organ in my hand.
A unique piece it was, In darkness it looked light coloured, but in light it seemed darker.
Inconsistent? Yeah.
Carefully, I brought it close to my ears.
And I said "Speak out my sweet heart".
To my surprise it spoke.
And out came the words, it was a revelation of sorts!
"I know you'll hate me when I'm over darling" It spoke.
But life is like that. I was lonely, insecure, so I looked out for someone who could give me some company.
I too could few words of love, flirt and freak around and know what this love is all about.
Hold hands, kiss and hug, you know...just to experience the feeling of romance.
But there is more to life tahn romance.
Ambition, money, status, luxury.
And only a settled person with a secure futute can be my life partner.
Rest everything is time pass
Now, tell me, is there any harm in dreaming big."
Tears rolled, eyes reddened, lips shivering,
I crushed that heart but even though I tried to damage it,
it disappeared and I lost my wish.

I could have become a heart beat
that reminded you for our existence
I could have been those word
which flows from the heart and takes shape of a poem
But alas, I'm late by five years

I could have entered your dreams
And you would have given me a role
To play your lover within your closed eyes
Travelled with your from moonlight to the crack of dawn
But then, i'm late by five years

I could have been the one
who handed over to you a bunch of red roses
Without letting you know about the thorn
piercing my lucky hands
But you know, I'm late by fve years

I could have ruled your thoughts
And played around in you mind
You would have shared with me
what you share only with yourself
But unfortunately, I'm late by five years

I could have been the mirror
Which never gets smashed for telling the truth
My reflection could have been your's
And you could have been my shadow
But see, I'm late by five years

But then ain't I lucky that i found you
And got few moments that will be cherished
By me for years to come
Those nights and days that knew no difference
So what...If I'm late by five years

The black rainbow



In search of that pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow
Never travel to your future
In seconds...
Sail on hope
but don't make a ladder out of it.
Stay where you are...and move with the time.
I went too far
and left my present behind.
Future said I'm not ready
I was sent back...
and for present I was a loser...
The moon we saw together had more patches...
Than the moon they saw together.
Time keeps changing.
Better for some, worse for many.
The flowers I gave withered
unlike the flowers he gave.
It took a breeze to take away it's fragrance
And his flowers still smell sweet.
The tears that rolled from my eyes were salty water
and the his tears were pearls
Nights I stood awake never ended...
the dark and lonely sky still haunts.
The his nights always ended in a dawn
where the horizon was bright and clear.
My dreams now come back as nightmares
Now I fear to close my eyes
And they still dream the same dream and kiss their pillow.

PK Anil

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Pink in one fold
I "Wish you were here"
"It would be so nice"
while I'm "Waiting for the worm"
lying "Comfortably numb"
Surrounded by "Empty spaces"
And when I wished " Let there be more light"
Someone put "Another brick in the wall"
Of course from" Outside the wall"
There's"Nobody home"
And was " A great day for freedom"
thinking of " Coming back to life"
with "High hopes"
"What shall we do now"
as "The show must go on"
Now that "I'm lost for words"
So " You keep talking"
And "Don't leave me now"
Just "Run like hell"
away from "Your possible pasts"
"Burning bridges"
Afterall "The happiest days of our lives"
was "One of these days"
"Just set the control of your heart"
While you're "Learning to fly"

A drop of tear in your eyes, for me
A stanza in your poem, of me
A walk in your dream, with me
A beat of your heart, that calls for me
A reflection on your pillow, of me
An image in your mirror, of me
A passing mention in your thought,of me
A smile on your face,
The warmth on your lips
My love to you will find its meaning
In the small things that go unnoticed