Monday 20 July 2020

Ink




Ink splashing upon that blank lonely page, making love to the emptiness 

in her life.

 Wanting to make her feel free 

from her cage,

of utter consciousness.

She fathoms

creating patterns and lines,

with this ink. 


To form letters words and sentences, 

in alliteration and repetition, 

rhyme with a reason.

Manifests phrases to 

dwell in a poem 

written in

her own writing.


Nothing else feels so satisfying 

If said otherwise, she’d be lying! 


Hidden safely in these pages- 

Are stories untold!

Emotions undelivered! 

Concerns unaddressed! 

Wars unaccounted for! 

Memories that are sour!

Things she will never say- 

In verses that she pens down alone 

at nights

when she can’t sleep!

Poetry is the air she breathes. 

Poetry is the air she breathes.


-udbhavi


Poetry



She comes and washes

away my fears like waves 

hitting the shore,

touching my feet gently!


Wiping away particles of sand,

every time a little bit more.

She asks me why my mind is 

at a never-ending war!


Why I wander around

not knowing what

 I am looking for.


Poetry wants to free me of my 

insecurities, inhibitions

and those old-fashioned traditions.


But I am too rigid to change- 

so I ask poetry politely to leave me 

like she found me.

But I am never the same.


-udbhavi

In love


Deeply in love he returned,

 to her each day.

For she was the only,

who could make him stay.

Take him far away from the 

filth in this world.


Make him feel he did not *need* 

validation from another girl.

To make him feel enough, 

confident and satisfied. 

To make him believe 

he had a future, very bright!


She was his teacher,

his guardian angel,

his best friend!

Never left his side

like a true friend till the end.

She was the protagonist, 

from his favorite book.

It didn’t matter how she looked!



For someone has rightly said- 

A book will never leave your side!

He fell for this character,

there was nothing to hide.


-udbhavi

Wednesday 15 July 2020

Destination unknown



Driving on those curvy roads 

with a destination unknown 

Alone with my backpack

Having come so far

away from home,

Venturing into the wild unexplored

Beautiful rivers, water falls, forest core zones

And mountains out of bounds 

Untouched by tourists and their drones 

Where humanity makes love to nature

Air, water and sky mourns

Or co-exists together

And greatness is born. 

There is peace in exploring new places-

Not many may understand!

What it is to have a drink or two in a foreign land.

Waking up before dawn to watch sunrise-

Dive deep in the sea or play with dunes of sand.

Travelling to these places is what makes me feel alive 

Taste different foods, 

live a different life.

I know it’s a dream many dream

and I know I naive 

I am not on drugs honey,

but I can’t let go of this high.


- udbhavi

True love

I cannot keep writing poems

For a love that smelled

liked mix fruit jam

but tasted sour!

I cannot keep giving a damn 

and wasting away my precious hours

when his love was a cactus

instead of a bunch of flowers!

I cannot keep remembering his birthdays

those precious special dates 

And how devilishly handsome he looked in those shades

For it pains me to remember it all

You should rise in love, and not fall

I tell myself 

again and again 

that he cheated- it makes me feel sane

But he did not! 



My love hangs like a shirt freshly ironed for a no work day.

All efforts in vain!

And he got no shame,

in posting pictures with the bitch 

who is mad in love, 

ready is to be tamed!

She doesn’t know 

what has she got into.

It’s a bloodbath,

He is a psychopath!

True love-

my dear, is something 

you’ll wish you never had!



-udbhavi

Saturday 19 October 2019

It was her fault

Blood was all over the place,
She was mourning with pain
The bastard could've make her suffer in a million ways
But this was the worst of them all they say.

Cut her breasts apart
Engraved his name on her thigh
He had no heart
No questions asked- why
Oh it would be better
if she just died.
If she died.

No place to hide
Justice denied.
Maybe she can't make it another day
Maybe there is no other way
Maybe it's a goodbye
It's no big deal right, hundreds suffer
Hundreds cry.
Maybe it's her final goodbye.

Her studies, her merits go to drain
Burns of cigarettes and blood stains
Driving her crazy, making her go insane
Oh darling- never go alone in those shady lanes

Wondering about it all
It was all her fault
She should've just
answered his call
Shouldn't have rebelled
against her assault
Of-course, she wanted to go
down this path
Get raped, cut and beaten by that psychopath.


Of-course, it was her fault.
Of-course. it was her fault.


-udi

Slept with Five

Drained was her body of getting fucked over and over again
The doctors were sorry she couldn't save her
All their efforts had gone in vain



She was a carefree one
young, reckless and wild
Where she went wrong was when she
opened her legs out wide
In front of her boyfriend who loved her
but left her side
That unfortunate night
She was high
she was naive
To stick by that monster's side

No matter what actually happened- the story remains untrue
'The slut slept with five'
Who has to hide for life.
Bruised and damaged- they left her on the road
A truck driver saw her- some mercy he showed.

Too late now to save her now
Oh she died at such a young age
Being called a consenting adult
for going through their rage
Someday, somewhere justice will be served
And let's maybe just hope she gets peace like
she deserves.

-udi

Thursday 13 March 2014

My name is love!

My name is love,
and I hurt!
My name is love 
and I am absurd.

My aim: destruction
My strength: your weakness.
My reason for existence: attraction
My reason for extinction: carelessness.

My name is love,
and I hurt!
My name is love 
and I am absurd.

My name is love,
but I wasn't meant to hurt!
My name is love 
and it is you people who make me seem absurd!

Ink

Ink splashing upon that blank lonely page,  making love to the emptiness  in her life.  Wanting to make her feel free  from her cage, o...