My Metal Dreams

She looked up. There was no sky above her, only a stationary fan. She was covered in sweat, and her eyes were full of tears, she didn't know where she was. She looked around. She had a basket full of waste papers, crumpled in a small heap. She exhaled, and let out a deep sigh. She was so close to her target, her goal of life. Her moment of reckoning, the end of starvation and catharsis at last. A knock. She heard a knock on her door and some muffled voices. She drowned the voices. She started singing, and a rainbow of colors blew up on her face. The room sprung up with life, with vigor and infinite possibilities but soon turned back to how it was initially. Someone passed a plate of food under the gate of her room. Surprisingly, the food was very good everyday, considering she had expected everyone to have conveniently forgotten her by now. But evidently everyone loved her. Moreover, she had turned out to be a celebrity in India, considering what she had done, how she had re...

Sometimes the wind doesn't blow And the days are harsh as the winter nights You walk through the muddy waters Under the cool and warm moonlight You long for a touch that mends you For you are, my broken toy And the layers of dust on your face Show you are still pretty and coy Encircled by clouds,shadows mirroring in your eyes You stand revered by men and gods Arms open, your self up so high, Rains waiting to fill up the skies I wait for you, oh warm and pure Inside my shell, locked in too long Baptised, tested through rains and storm Longing for you, for you are my cure The storms subside, the sky now warm Looking at us all battered and torn And the bodies of two lovers under the sun Conjoin and blend into one