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"Fights The teary nights. Dice Tossed up to chose the right. Lately turned off Room' Lights. Pair of eyes Ensured the soul slept right. Dreams Seen flying as kites. Failures Being advised. Success Adding the delight. Being by side Doubled the excite. Closing off Mountains the ignite. Being together Saw hatred getting dissolved And Love multiplied...." - Pushkin Channan

"tears in the eyes the love vanished in the sky happiness or the fear the emotions felt, I guess, were real the feelings derived were somehow rare; maybe the heart knew in a few days time the TWIN soon would fly. marking the place the heart would abode the boundary needed to be known a place not her own bidding farewell to the home that was now disowned a guest visit maybe in every few months time a quick recap of the childhood left behind. the marching footsteps that ensured the exit those footprints that ensure the last presence perish!! a look back on the memories and leaving behind the stories  to be inked in diary probably with not so cryptic entries" - Pushkin Channan

"No talks Curtailed walks Just the stalks Memories stored In the jukebox. Those needles of clock That sound Tic-Tic-Toc Pictures framed Acted barricade. Tears drop The way water falls Making a beginning The wrinkled me crawls. Being gazed Through the window of the hall The pair of eyes Being notified The empty March On the boardwalk." - Pushkin Channan

"I learnt to live Alone I felt I'm some Unkown The day I was new I remember My heart searched Someone with same mental disorder 😂 The day on the lunch table And making myself able To talk When everyone thought I just stalk I knew you would walk Irrespective of whatever o'clock From strangers to siblings, post arguments An effort to make a beginning Seeing a threat to our seedling, I knew Scourge would suffer a killing We grew up quibbling Accepting to live alone 🙃 Heart knew you'll forever remain a sibling 🤗.." - Pushkin Channan

"I stood up tall Alone on the top Planning to measure Depth of the sea And not asking price for it. I jumped In the air I surged downwards.... The time slowed The blue looked as the white snow Mixed up red With those bloodshed I felt Self to be a zombie Tried to fit among the mortals That dared to bomb me The surface gets disturbed Of the calm water And not making much sound It did the disaster The waves took away The soul that was to stay An injustice to self Pain, remembrance, guilt And I'll take away All the regrets Ending all the baby-talks. Those pending Street walks Needles of the clock In the night hours Stored memories in the juke box" - Pushkin Channan

"I saw you Through the window And wished time could slow... Seeing the same pillow Tears said, ask her to wait until Next tomorrow... The wheels of your car Heart wished entrance to be barred Distance you travel Would be miles far.... Those pillow fights And screaming at the top of the voice Sharing the chocolate, that Doubled the delight The heart cried Hearing you say ''see you until next time'. Eyes hoped The view to get choked Feelings answered Tell your emotions to get blocked The toys left behind The empty space born in the mind May be a clone Of your kind. The window pane I'll take a final look from And tell the memories not to die Sisters do dress up as brides In their life!!!" - Pushkin Channan

Not the Vatican nor the Rome In my country There was one more home That wore the color of my own. The city welcomed me, outlander And treated me, foreigner That painted self into a corner. The streets demanded to be known Forced to kiss the pain Of keeping alone Seeked for a homie Hear the groan. Across came a soul Anonymous and unkown Felt one of my own The voice carried the tone That comfort me in the same zone The mortal cared, reaped the seed Of the trust that being sown. In the times of clock Wee hours assist my moan Helped me sob and groan Anguish my heart roared Cry everyone ignored Faith restored Trust bestowed. Despite the malady explode The love got poured The path led to the road To the four walls where heart abode And boundaries where none implode. A soul by now Only i would know Treated me as her own Space everyone chased to fall Little did they know it was her call To make the space for small Nurt

"My belief. On the eve I'll receive The love - That got deceived. At your last foot step Maybe I'll weave The memories You leave. Before that final step out Maybe, my voice stammer And heart shouts That hinder your exit Maybe for a while You turn back To tell me I'm not a maniac And that's the new habitat. From the days we fought To the days we didn't talk I'll always believe There was little more That we could have reaped..." - Pushkin Channan

"The medium of fight Those words Said in the moonlight That gave birth to fright Away from delight Keeping the nerves tight Fear travelled the body line With the speed of light The evening That was never sent an invite Had inside us a negative excite We stood up close And saw self getting ignite The words' of war I wanna say I'm sorry for My indiscretions from before!!!" - Pushkin Channan

"Night Those perfomred rites A new house An effort not to feel like a jail house Leaving behind The child only of it's kind The grown up soul Welcomed by the adulthood Unlike childhood Being told not to remain confined. The walls now that are yours The empty space you left Just like the waves on the sea shore May be those walls see you back Not too often Though in a certain time gap The toys that were left The secrets that they loudly read The talks that were hid The kid That never got killed Maybe to see the dreams getting fulfilled." - Pushkin Channan

"And some evenings I'll walk down the streets All alone Of the city that nurtured me Treating it's own Shadows to follow by On the boulevard That heard the loudest denial cry. Wait, Someone sent me a spy To take care Until I fly; and Not to lie, To Those Caring Eye(s) That would not bear Those never said 'heartfelt Goodbye's'. More to the night's conversations With the close of eyes Those sung lullaby And I revisit us for one more time And we Walk Down the Street For that 'last' Clock Time" - Pushkin Channan

"I made you agitated  And you had a rope ready To hang me. Always delighted  I commit a mistake That makes your heart ache. You go silent And that makes my mind  More violent. I promise you to learn Not at the cost of your 'no-return'. May be a better 'BROTHER'  You deserved Coz I couldn't get you  Better Served. I'm sorry!! Maybe in the new home You find somebody Healing your scars That I over the years  Made shine like stars. Always fighting wars We threatened each other  To have moved to Mars The tears afterwards That left those marks Wiped by us The love that got poured And the hatred that got dissolved We both grew up Connected always Not by blood but at 💓." - Pushkin Channan