I will not talk…


As the darkness approaches, I lay in my bed
Tears that were held back now begin to shed
Nobody can hear me it feels very lonely
If you cannot trust, understand me only
So many feelings in my heart will remain locked
You don’t care to feel so I will not talk

Not only to live, I want to be alive
But when there’s mistrust, it is difficult to survive
Give me a chance; you will see I can fly
Without hurting any values I will touch the sky
So many dreams in my eyes will remain locked
You don’t care to see so I will not talk

Freedom-in-four-walls will not be my reality
They call be rebellious for demanding equality
For how long I will have to hold it inside?
I wish for a day when there would be nothing to hide
All those feelings and dreams, my heart will unlock
When there is no judging I know I will talk


The World is a Masquerade

I had this idea in my head for a very long time and now when I have finally written on it I feel pleased to share it. Through various experiences in life I often feel that this world is  some Masquerade ball where all of us are wearing masks; you can’t tell who is your real friend and who is your enemy because we are unable to see the true faces of people around us. Then one day, reality hits us badly and we see things which we never expected even in our wildest dreams. But what astonishes us even more is the fact that sometimes we also become one of them; we also wear masks and often we don’t realize it .                                              

They dance around me all day

wearing goodness on their faces,

 And accessorize themselves

with love, care and kindness,

My trust has been stolen

by their false act of friendliness

I meet them every day

and watch every role they play,

Friend, companion, lover and more;

are just the masks they put on,

To hide their true colors

And to be what they are not,

So I believe what they show

and accept what they tell,

For I am not aware

that their hearts are evil,

 Laughing behind my back they say I don’t know

The world is a Masquerade!

Soon the truth was revealed

that I was hit by deception,

I stood there being dazed

as their masks dropped one by one,

I wished all of it was just a lie

but reality was bitter which I couldn’t deny,

They were celebrating their victory

feeling happy and contented,

But suddenly became bewildered

as another truth was unveiled,

 Stepping forward I dropped down

my own mask of innocence,

 Looking at their defeated faces

I laughed out loud wickedly,

And told them that I know

The world is a Masquerade!


I dedicate this poem to all past, present and future Mother-in-laws. Puleeez don’t take it to heart, of course it’s all just good humor you know ;).

P.S.  okay I know it’s not like…a proper poem. I wrote the first two stanzas 4 years back for one of my debate on “Mother-in-law or Monster-in-law” and I just added two more stanzas to it.


I have met a guy;

Not a fancy-looking guy,

Just someone who is cool

And hot as July,

He is so amazing, I’ll love him all my life.

But this cool guy

Lives with a woman who’s a spy,

Someone who is anything but human

And trust me, she loves to make me cry,

Her planes to fail me, makes my brain fry,

Now I bewail my decision of marrying that guy.

Thanks to that woman; my life is a living hell,

And she gives a damn, oh yes I can tell,

Complaints and taunts are all she can give,

But when her son is around, she treats me so well,

She’s evil and witchy; my husband is under her spell,

Oh Lord, please help! grant me license to kill.

“Now what’s she up to?” I’m always thinking I swear,

 And all her conspiracies are getting hard to bear,

Yes we all have this devil in our married lives,

So here is an advice which I really want to share,

She kicks, she bites; you better handle her with care,

Forget she can be your mother as she’s always be a Monster-in-law.


It Wasn’t My Fault

I worshiped my Lord and loved His Prophet

I also adored every being on this planet

 So it couldn’t have been me because suicide is haram

I was born as Muslim, My religion is Islam

  They called me a terrorist

It wasn’t my fault

This country is my home; to me it’s very dear

When we stand as a nation there’s nothing to fear

So I fought for its tranquility till my last breath

I remained devoted and candid, I was not afraid of death

It was my duty

It wasn’t my fault

My death left my family with no bread-earner

My son took charge but he was still a learner

He was gritty and focused, I prayed for his glory

He’ll handle all my errands, I have nothing to worry

It was my hope

It wasn’t my fault

Like me he became a soldier; my son was my pride

He unveiled your dark secrets which you tried to hide

So you tried to buy him because you were cowardly and guilty

The soldier was murdered for choosing loyalty

It was his valor

It wasn’t my fault

The news hit the media; “A soldier was killed”

They sold it like hot cakes, no doubt they were skilled

But after few days the spotlight was gone

 They found some new prey as the show must go on

This was a tradition

It wasn’t my fault

Now from heaven I see my wife struggling and battling

For their father and brother my daughters keep waiting

They wonder how their paradise was shattered in a bolt

They ask why I left them, what was their fault?

This was my answer

It wasn’t my fault