An Eerie Night


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You look out of the window,

into the ghastly night

as Spooky winds blow

Hair erect,teeth clenching tight.


You look away into the comfort of your room,

it’s pretty warm and bright inside

But the lights go off soon and now you’re left in fright

you panic a little,ensuring the candle flame has also died.


That terrifying scene from the horror movie last night,

those stories of martyrs returning as ghosts your friends made during the hiking

yes,the ones you laughed off without a sigh

now,you give them a bit too much credit for your own liking


You hear a buzz all of a sudden

petrified,pale,you turn around to face death in it’s brand now form

your cold hands barely grasping the nearest object,turns out it’s a button

Nevertheless you turn around ready to strike

but you end up relieved as you see light

from a firefly burning for you far from its swarm.


It’s all calm now,you know you can make it through the night

the horror is over and you have to thank the firefly burning by your side

People go through worse you know,

nights dark and lonely

so shy not away from being the firefly they need

Burn a little,you might be their only.


– Aks


Love is Not enough


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Remember those nights we stayed up staring at the starry sky

you counting stars,me just admiring your beauty under their light

Today,I guess they have all joined you in wanting to hide

not a single one wants to come out and lie,its going to be alright


Remember the beach, the sands where we drew hearts joining our names

Watched the sunset holding hands and jumping over waves

Today, all that remains is the sea bleeding as the sun sinks in

no birds chirping by,not a single trace of wind.


Remember the poems I wrote to you,

read them aloud as you showered kisses at every romantic lay.

Those poems are the only places you’ll ever stay

along with my heart of course as I shelter this pain called love forever this way.





Ever noticed,Mother Nature takes care of her creations well,

the stars vanish only to shine brighter the following night,

the tree withers down only to bloom again,

Wonder if She will show mercy to do the same to my broken heart after all this pain.

– Aks


A Glorious Evening


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Abused and cursed Him as He took my withered rose with thorns away,

oblivious I was to the even alluring primrose left by my side with a note underlay.

Sighted it amidst my demands for an early night,

It read,the rose was but to help you make it to the evening light

It is evening now,and the evening is here to stay!

– Aks


Don’t leave Eli, stay


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Don’t leave Eli, stay

we’ve been together so long,

embraced every hurdle

singing a common song.


Don’t leave Eli, stay.

Agreed, I laid the rules

enforced them on you,

but honey, you were the most precious amongst my panoply of jewels.


Don’t leave Eli,stay

Shared my entire purse

yet you continued to pound

but never did I allow matters to get worse.


Don’t leave Eli, stay

People came in and I know it caused you pain.

Father, May be our last hope

else it’s Brexit all over again.

– Aks

Dear reader, do you enjoy reading this new series based on inspirations derived from the real World events? Any suggestions for the next one?

In the meant time,you might enjoy this poem, Sleep well, my child .It also has been inspired by a real World event.

Thanks for reading! Have a swell day!

Sleep well,my child


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Sleep well,my child

Oh!my purest,dearest soul!

The World is full of terrors

but Mamma will protect you from it in whole!


Dream, my child

Of the Flowers,the Moon and the beautiful sea

Don’t you open your eyes,

There is nothing good in this World for you to see


Move, my child

kick with all glee

There are no restrictions, no fear

Unlike in this World of misery


Love, my child

with all your little heart

Remember,your father died for it

Ensuring us safety when times grew dark


Enjoy, my child

the last month is here

Soon you’ll be out

In this World that enjoys nothing but the sight of a falling tear


Shush, my child

oh,what do I see,

they have reached here too,

the demons with their terrible machinery.


Pray, my child

the stories of their rapes and inhumanity be untrue.

When Mamma begs for mercy,

atleast they spare you.


Glue your ears, my child

I don’t want you to hear my last cry

Two shots through my chest

sated,they have left me to die.


Push, my child

The lights have begun to fade

I’ll shout the remaining of my lungs  with pleas

but doubt the dead will come to our aid.


Remember, my child

Your parents tried

Alas you’ll die in me

before you’ve even cried.

Sleep well, my child…

– Aks

*The poet has tried to comprehend the incomprehensible suffering of a pregnant woman in the unfortunate country (during the current horrid times) of Syria

discover challenge – finding your place

Blue Love


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I want to stay with her forever

yet never grow sick of her!

I want to be with her through all her ups and downs,

I want to dive deep into her yet never be the one who drowns,

I want to see her sparkle

like light on a well cut diamond,seeming quite remarkable!

She changes colors ever so often,

she’s Mystical , she’s my unsolved mystery!

All I want is to taste her waters again.

She is the sea

And Yo Ho! A pirate’s life for me!

–  Aks

P.S. : I just finished the entire series of The pirates of the Caribbean this week and that has significantly inspired this post.

I may not be The One


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I may not be the one to kiss you awake,
I may not be the one with the smile to fake,
I may not be the one to show you sparkling galaxies amongst the darkest skies,
make you feel alright with a thousand innocent lies.

I may not be the one to listen patiently to all your tantrum cries,
I may not be the one to intentionally anger you and make up with the most sweetest persistent tries,
I may not be the one to bring you a surprise cup of morning tea
sit beside you watching the Sun’s earliest rays arrive gently upon your crumpled sky blue tee.

I may not be the one to relieve you and sing the child a beautifully constructed yet horrendous sounding lullaby
the best I could while I passionately watch the two loves of my life turn in for the night.
I’ll probably question myself then on the cuteness of you two
the baby,having my genes,would win hands down but I’d still vote you.

I may not be the one
but don’t you mistaken my absence for an intent of not loving you enough.
Understand I’d have given it all if I had been given any chance to be there with you,my sweet dove.
But don’t you worry honey,my physical absence will be duly compensated.

When He says,”I love you”,you’ll hear my voice echo faintly then
when he kisses you,you’ll feel his lips with a deeper touch then
when he takes you on trips to the mountains that you always wanted,
I’ll request the cold air to breeze by your face a little harder,
I’ll request the sweet flowers to fragrance for you a little stronger,
It’ll be the perfect vacation and better exactly as we had once plotted.

Darling,I may not be the one to be there with you,
our worlds probably weren’t meant to collide.
But there is something that I will never lie,
so Sweetheart,remember,I’ll love you till I die.

–  Aks



Passionate  Eyes


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I sat on the bench

stared at those lovely eyes that sat across.

Elegant,tender, innocent looking

the ones that could make my heart gallop without a pause.


This time was different though,

her eyes constantly moved around.

Seemed like she was searching for someone,

wanted to jump out and tell her it was me that should be found.


Half an hour passed and her eyes finally met mine

I smiled a little,

involuntary hands combing my hair,

when i looked up, it left me belittled!


She stood there unlocking her stick,

took a single snap

and immediately started walking down the street

Visually impaired she was but blindness had given me the rap.


All my dreams faded with the surrounding darkness

Kicked the bench in anger once denial had phased out

Walked down the same street again

thinking a waste of time was what this was all about.


Three years later,

met those eyes again.

This time though they were purposefully fixed onto mine

as she said those words, “I do”, to lock us into this blissful chain.


Yes, I had behaved angrily,

was disappointed no doubt.

But the magic of those passionate eyes

had kept me enchanted throughout.


Years have passed and people still question us when they see us this way.

Well to them all I say,

we are all broken in some or the way,

some are just blessed to be blind to others’ broken ways.

– Aks

You might also love reading this poem – Sleep well,my child

This is submitted for the Discover challenge – Tough Questions



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You tell me that you’re  not happy

that you don’t quite feel the same

You tell that you don’t recognize joy

and that probably it has forgotten your name

Well, what if I told you that finding happyness needs no pain,

that Happyness is seeing the half glass full even when there is not a single thing in it to stain,

happyness is engaging in helping even where there is absolutely no scope for gain

Happyness is not pointing out the spelling error that you have been noticing all along

because you don’t have to satisfy yourself on others forlorn.

Happiness is within and all around

You see a homeless man with nothing to spare

yet he grins his heart out

while you stand and make grumblings to life’s despair.

Happiness is that numbness, that tranquility you beget

when no limits of obloquy can make you forget

the days when you struggled to make it happen,

the days when you believed and saw it happen.

Happiness is nothing but a true reflection,

see yourself in the mirror that’s happiness to perfection!

– Aks

Toothless smile 


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In times where bombs and guns have replaced the teddy bears and cars

Where cartoons and fantasy bed time stories are soon becoming outcasts

Where money is taught to be respected

And what said about  true friendship stands corrected

Where one child judges the other based on the gadget carried

And play grounds? Ha, they have been long buried

Play stations and mobile phones reigning supreme

Winning virtual games, collecting virtual monsters being the only dream

Where messaging apps are the only way

Two individuals can communicate despite being less than a mile away

But then you come across a toothless smile

From a six year old, living on the chaotic streets

With parents barely making ends meet

Yet he finds reason and joy enough to show off the single missing tooth he possesses

While the rest of the world ‘enthusiastically progresses’

– Aks