When your emotions bleed by stabs,

Someone leaves you with deep sobs.

When wiping tears become meaningless,

Then it is better to be a heartless.

Wisp of solemn in qualmy love,

Those false vows to lonely dove.

When the promises become tactless,

Then it is better to be a heartless.

In twilight of love and hate,

That heaved thou in eerie fate.

And when faith seems worthless,

Then it is better to be a heartless.

When things goes against you,

Only you need is light to go through.

To break the shackles,

And to be relentless

You have to be a heartless.

Suraj Kadam

Missing Marbles. (reviving the childhood)

Striding little tyke with pocket full of candies,

Chasing the ventures with friendly taunting.

Kingdom of sands and the wooden swords,

 The Furious rides with dulcet chords.

Falling and tripping was a bit limper,

Though thee smiled with adorable dimple.

The little rifts that never bruised loyalty,

The friends we got by complete serendipity.

Usurped marbles were secret treasure,

And scribbling pencils were true pleasure.

The shade of oak was tranquil piece,

Dangling on it made fantastic beasts.

Memories are floating in vehement ode,

   reviving them from immortal lode.



The world’s cacophony over his tiny screams,

No one to listen except his dainty dreams.

In the darkness with brimming fear,

And the god who forgot his bead of tear.

He sifted the love in his empty pocket,

The only that he got was black rose bouquet.

His fierce desire is only a glimpse of family,

Who left him alone and doomed in murky tragedy.

His grievances which left unsaid,

Who will listen until they were fade.

He reminisced, how he was dandled,

Now his adorable tantrums won’t be fondled.

Time has never been the same,

He could reach the zenith of his game.

He will be veteran of his destiny and fate,

Wake up and climb it is never that late.

Suraj kadam