Who would shrug off being alone
Like rain
Is that the difference between
Having a father and not?
Or just being able to ignore it?

White paint peels off to leave the walls bare,
naked and exposed to
elements.
Much like her soul.
Starved of love and affection,
accepted but not wanted.
Tolerated.
The sun casts her shadows on those
she frowns upon,
leaving winding roads to spiral out of control.
Time shifts her world from
it's axis as it progresses,
it doesn't heal,
it doesn't lessen,
It just is.
Echoes of your voice ricochets
to find her heart,
carrying the exact weight they
did the second they fled your tongue,
never shedding an ounce of momentum

"The waves of pain
that had only lapped at her
before now
reared up high and pulled her under .."

I always held deep reverence
For people in three occupations
Farming, medicine, and defense
For the reasons appealing

Farmers feeding
Doctors healing
Defense shielding

Seasonable occasion
To sing about defense
Today these lion hearts
Will be my subject to pen

We may critique our nation
For it slithering move
But one team deserves
Applaud for being resolute
Team defense
For formidable reasons
They fight for us selflessly
Irrespective of seasons

I reminisce my visit
To Wagha border once
It's elating to see
Armed forces lacing
Our pride in balance

Forgetting all bitter
Citizens fervently cry
Jai Hind
Unanimous voice in reflex
Don’t know why

Joining defense is a willful step
A malice can never serve
Day in day out these brave men
Hold our pride in suave

Salute to these people
Who for us
Sacrifice their lives everyday
These true resolutes
Uphold our independence
In every possible way
Second by second
Minute by minute
Month by month
Year by year
And will in
Years to come
For this
Bharti’s
Salute to them!

*Bharti

Artists are like crystals
Must be handled with care
One slip
Oops!
You loose it all there
However
On the brighter side
Even if they shatter
They still glint
Whatever be the matter
Crystal cleaving
May scatter the lusture
But the process
Can never douse the dazzle

You die; I die
You live; I live
You laugh; I laugh
You cry; I cry
You hate; I wait
Till late
Because
Love is not
Always
About a tie!

Bharti

Past is rigid
Can’t change
Present is vivid
Hold the rein
Future is ghost
Figment insane

Bharti

Indent your view to a little right
Perfect profile proclaiming light

Bharti