Well Wisher?

you
the lamp of my eyes
subject of
many a poems i wrote
asked about
me
my health
my wealth
about everyone
i carry in my relationships
i smiled at your
obvious concern

but sitting alone
i wonder why
you never ask about
the light
that enlightens my soul
the glow of my face
hardly hidden
the diamond
i showed only to you…!

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

Freedom Was Her Name!

when you knew
you will not be able to
preserve
what makes her
beautifies her
is the very core of her being
something which
made you
fall in love at first sight-
why did you
even try to
possess her in the first place?
all the golden walls
of your love
could not save her

Freedom was her name!

…Sahar Raman Deep 

 

Drowning in My Own Self…

drowning in my own self
unable
to find a way out
of the abyss
that i am

long
long ago
a fairy had landed
on the thorn that pricked my heart
she tried to free me
but started bleeding a lot
her heart
her soul
her spirit
were wounded
she cried tears of blood
and all that I could do was
give her a
faint smile

this pain
this trauma
that she left with me
of not being able to
help her
while she was
helping me
is the deep scar
on the face of moon
incidentally
my heart-
a mass of white ashes
broken peaks
and dry rivers.

and I burn like stars
which are
no more visible
in the night sky
i burn myself
i burn myself
i burn myself
to be alive
for
the day I stop burning
i shall be no more
than a mass of
gray ashes

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

A Void, An Emptiness…

A void
An emptiness
A hollow deep within the heart
Where you used to reside…

Your words
Stingy as they were
Still pricking the heart
Venom spreading in all the mind

Dying
Or trying to die
My fate lies in my past
Not a truth that cannot be denied

Very bad at creating verses
Living the unmusical life
With all the guitars and drums
That i have

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

Chemistry

Remembering your words
Does not give a solace
To the mind or the body

No soothing effect
Of those sounds
Still playing in the brain
Somewhere
Triggering some
Chemical reactions

Brain is a curious object
Made of chemicals
And gray matter
Which lets a salty
H2O flow out of the eyes

And they say
Heart is feeling bad!

…Sahar Raman Deep 

 

Knowing You

i do know
your name
and your face
and i certainly can
recognize your voice too
it’s been a long time
we have been together

i know a lot about you
your family
your friends
your likes and dislikes

but i am
still looking for you
within you
as if
i do not really know you

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

Flight Without Wings

Flying high in the sky
I noticed
I did not have wings

Abruptly did end my flight
My debris fell into the sea
No one even noticed

I rummaged through
What was left of mine
Accidentally
I found my lost wings
Now worthless and unusable
Discarded on a pile of trash
By the sea side
Along with the scissors
Which had cut them

I held them close to my heart
Tears flowed and thoughts flowed
Till life came to my feet
I stood on my own
And once again took a flight
This time to reach the heights
Even though I know
I do not have wings

…Sahar Raman  Deep

 

Personality

my untold story
 of pains and smiles
 is what keeps me
 intact
 should i spill the beans
 all the beans
 in front of
 the world
 always seeking
 something new
 to make fire of
 and crush under feet
 and tease
 for
 friends turn foes
 in times of need
 what shall remain of me
 which i can hold on to
 in the time of loneliness

....Sahar Raman Deep

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Buying Time

He said
After spitting all the venom
Let’s leave now
He looked
Impatient to say good bye
Visibly
Irritated from my presence
Unconsciously though
Love lingered
In some corner of his eyes

Patiently
I ordered dinner

…Sahar Raman Deep

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The Beauty of Nature…

The beauty of nature
My love
My beloved
And our belonging-
To each other
To those who are
Our’s
And to the whole world
Which is
A part of us

How blessed are we
To have the world family
Cheering for us
On our biggest day
The day of our union

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

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Light Snow…

Light snow
Paying obescience
At the feet of
Naked trees
Like
Urea nourishing
Wheat fields
Like light
Shining on seas
Like you looking
Into my eyes

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

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She Dreams of Being Big!

As she lay there, on torn sacks, she dreamt of going to school, of being rich so that she is able to buy a lot of food for her and her siblings. And clothes of course!

It was not that she could not go to school. The school was free. But food was not. So mother took her to work with her. When she asked her mother why she did not send her to school, the mother told she was too young to go to school. “Don’t you remember what the teacher said the other day?” Mom would ask at the end of argument every time.

Yes, Roshni remembered that day. She had thrown a tantrum. She had stopped eating. Her only condition was that she may be enrolled in a school. So, the helpless mother took her to the local primary school one day, but she was two days younger than the right age.

“ But that was two Diwalis ago.” She argued.

…. to be continued.

…Sahar Raman Deep

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We Are Friends

It’s been a while we are friends- me and my bipolar; our friendship has not been very long, perhaps a little more than a decade. People say they get used to their situation, but I haven’t. I still feel the highs, the anxiety associated with it, and the trauma that it brings. I miss my normal self. In my lows, I do realize I am depressed, and I want to be happy. I do not want to kill myself, I have never; but there have been times when I had to fight the thought of killing myself. (Thankfully, that phase is over now, hopefully forever.) And, thanks to- I don’t exactly know whom- my family and friends, doctors, or my own will to survive- things seem to be a little better. Though, still there are times when I feel panics, I want to thrash my head against the wall- not to hurt myself but to exit the situation, the pumping heart loud enough to make anyone insane (I still am sane though). But it is ok.. (Actually not so ok). I sit here and write this in the middle of night, unable to sleep, or think. The brain is so active, thoughts are racing and I can’t catch any. So I decided to capture them from their very flight. I write about my bipolar.

…Sahar Raman Deep

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Creation

I had no idea
What creation feels like
Till the moment
I looked into his eyes
The passion they home
The love they don
And the heart full of thoughts
So that I felt
I was being consumed
By a flame
That was never ending

It felt as if
I had become a seed
Which he had planted
In the ground of his soul
And
By opening myself
Upto the water of his thought
And nutrients of his love
I was sprouting into a bud
Small, yet fresh
With big promises of
Developing into a fruitful tree
Who can generate
Seeds herself

…Sahar Raman Deep

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When I Write…

when i write

i am talking to myself

about the hidden mysteries

of cosmos

i am exploring

what lies hidden

in the obvious

like a woodpecker

digs into the bark

it’s interssting to note

how people make faces

hide behind veils

put on masks

just to seem pleasant

but

break the most precious of all

the hearts of loved ones

stain the most pious

their own souls

when i write

i see through faces

sometimes the ugliness is horrifying

but most of the times

the beauty is mesmerizing

i try and look at the beauty

when i write!

…Sahar Raman Deep

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Trust

i am not a fool
who trusts you more than her life
i am a loving being
pure
as nature had created me
i seek not barter
i love the way
you look at me
with eyes full of awe
and admiration
and wonder
as if
i am the only woman
you have ever seen
all others were
dummies of womanhood

i like it
when you say
i was seeking you
since ages
now that i have you
i am never going to
lose hold of you
you say this silently
by a sheer touch of your hand upon mine

i am not a fool
i am love itself
you have made me
Love!!

…Sahar Raman Deep

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Nothingness

Words
Get lost in my throat
And all that I can do
Is make a fumbling sound
Not even a fumble
It is just
Another sigh
Another breath
A lot needs to be said
But
Too tired am I
Lips do not move
And
Eyes close

To such a level
My nothingness has risen

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

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On a Remote Pathway…

on a remote pathway
broken and deserted
where none stops
where none passes by
where people are
scared of being robbed
they come armed with
guns and ammunition
for self defense
(or…?)
stands a temple-
of love
abandoned and forsaken
among vegetation
naturally growing flowers
chirping birds
singing waters

oh that o human
you were able to
sit inside
for a while
in peace
putting away your fears

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

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Usefulness

an earthen pot
filled with water
on a damsel’s waist
being carried to
where a better use of
it could be made

what a waste
it could not quench
the thirst of a traveler
break did the pot
before nectar could reach
the lover’s lips

…Sahar Ramandeep

 

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Story

a story

i want to write

no title it has

no beginning and no end

it is

like the circumference of a star

  • all fire!

the story

that i want to write

is not a story at all

it is the flow of

a dry river

just

nonexistent

from nothingness to being

is a great journey

you seek it

i seek it

he and she seek it

a long journey

and sometimes we

get lost on the way

like my story…

…Sahar Ramandeep

Not the Answer to Your Prayers

I am not

The answer to

Your prayers.

I am a sand dune

On the shores of a sea

My existence is

A bubble of water

You are the water

You are the air

You shall

Swipe me away

In an instant

A million times

At the feet of times

I beg you

O Light

Let me be

One with you

Let me be you

That there are not two

And prayers are answered

By not an external

But by the oneness

That we are!

…Sahar Ramandeep

Criminal(s)

somebody
say something
my heart is out
in my throat
leaving my body

he is a lovely person
a loving human
a caring figure

what happened to him?
why did they
stone him?
did the four wise men
who are themselves
as pure as the purity of love
seen him committing crime?
or is it just that
everyone on their own
has become a god themselves?

…Sahar Ramandeep