few broken bones…

life has its own way

to make us understand, what it has got to say

they say that the light comes in through that broken wall

in the end, the answers come to all

 

I got a broken bone

I got a broken bone, the time when I was alone

the time when I was alone, in the country unknown

the country unknown, said I was grown

it said I must have grown taking into account the times I had been blown

it mocked me while I was standing there with the desire to  moan

I couldn’t moan as they said that it was a privilege I had outgrown

so, I just stood there blown, with a broken bone, all alone

 

I guess the life sometimes takes it, just takes it all

when we get too self involved, it makes us feel so small

small so that every minute we get to lift up our head

and witness every story in real that we had once read

 

so, when I stood there blown, with a broken bone, all alone

a magic,  a light was shown

a light, a meaning was shown, with the logic unknown

with the logic unknown, a seed of hope was sown

when the seed of hope was sown, I turned, I made a throne out of the stone…

 

-Khushboo Bhatia

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this night, tonight …

this night, tonight, I feel as if a poem is on its way..

this night, tonight, I feel as if there is no more left to say..

this night, tonight, I feel as if the broken would be accepted ..

this night, tonight, I feel as if the the fixes would be rejected..

 

this night, tonight, I dance to the music so slow..

this night, tonight, when the walls watch the show..

this night, tonight, the dreams told me that you’d be here..

this night, tonight, my present is what I used to fear..

 

this night, tonight, I feel peace..

this night, tonight, when the tension seems to ease..

this night, tonight, I wish I could tell this to life..

broken pieces of a thousand dreams, also sometimes heal all the strife..

Who will tell …

My steps in heaven’s hell
Darkness inside a bright shell
My face lights with eyes dim
I smile sorrowfully or my sorrow smiles
Who will tell?

Magic used to be there around
Every moment had a spell
The careless laughs and tears unfound
Is time the culprit or culprit just was in fleeeting time
Who will tell?

Every word hurts the same
And smiles take all the blame
how do you expect me to make you happy
while I am still crying…
Who will tell?

My steps in heaven’s hell
Darkness inside a bright shell
My face lights with eyes dim
I smile sorrowfully or my sorrow smiles
Who will tell?

©Khushboo Bhatia

What am I meant to be…



When will the paradise and earth meet,
till when should I seek,
I sometimes feel tired to be me,
When in me, myself I don’t see
What then do I want to be?

I laugh, I cry
I say, I shy
I call, I say bye
I give up, I try
I live, I die
For truth, I lie

When you bind me
I dream to be free
When I let you go
It’s just tears and me
To me, it still remains a mystery
What then do I want to be?

Sweetheart, I do cry,
it hurts me to say bye,
even I try,
I am not living,
but without you I’ll die
How can I tell you the truth,
when with myself I lie

When I meet god, he’ll see
for these answers I waited for earth n paradise to meet
it’s me whom I seek
I just wanna know..
What am I meant to be?

© Khushboo Bhatia

Since When …

 

Since when has thinking become so easy
but writing so difficult,
since when has writing become so easy
making erasing so tough,
since when has erasing become a play
but forgetting remains a task,
since when have tears become so easy to understand
and smiles lost it’s meaning
when did the meaning fade out
leaving obscurity gleaming…

When did the conditions become unconditional
changing the implementation of love,
when did love learn a language of words
betraying the eyes and touch,
when did the music become songs
leaving real melodies unheard ,
since when are answers being questioned
with replies so curt,
Since when is death being waited for
because of a life that hurts…

– Khushboo Bhatia

Gone are the days …

 

Gone are the days, when your eyes used to see me,
Gone are the days, when with you, I used to be me,
Gone are the days, when I was alive,
Gone are those days, and I am lefthere to just survive.

Gone are those days,
So I captured your eyes in my camera today,
There was no love in them,
But atleast the structure remained the same.

Sad, things couldn’t stay as they used to be…
Gone are the days, when your eyes used to see me …

– Khushboo Bhatia

Fading …

 

is it really true
that one day people will forgive you and wash off all the blame
will the sorrows flow away like raindrops in the river
or will dry on my window and dirty the frame?
do you really think, that things won’t be blue?

like breaths, is someone counting my smiles too
does he hold a melody for strife
and in other hand to cut me into two
a butcher knife for every smile
do you really think, that things aren’t blue?

when my tears exceed the smiles
and within me my happiness cries
i stretch my hand out for someone to hold
it makes me numb with the words so cold
do you think it is true, that the things are blue?

my tears have dried, he makes me numb
others say, to my injuries i shouldn’t succumb
but what if he cuts me till i stop crying
even for the smiles i stop trying
do you think it’s true,
that i am stuck in a vicious circle, where things are blue?

is it really true
that one day i will forgive you
will the tears flow away like raindrops in the river and restore the grace
and will the smile again rest upon my face?
do you really think, before i stop dreaming, dreams will come true
and things won’t again be blue?

– Khushboo Bhatia