I was Dying

There she was by the lake

sitting just wide awake

crying and sobbing

while I was gazing

Here Tone was rising

just mesmerising

whispering

'I was dying'

The song of soul

like wolf's howl

like a lion's growl

It's a stroll

on the edge

of a high pitched prowl

Dawn was starting to go

She was just sobbing in the flow

whispering 'I was dying'

The sky was dark

with group of crows flying

she was whispering

'I was dying'

Beautiful was her face

like a well made maze

whispering 'I was dying'

Turns out, she was lying

                                - Siddharth Pashikanti

Hyderabad

The basti filled with 
glamour, and the chai of irani
the smell of
dum biryani

from the era of nizams
came the ruins of the city
the city so great, it has
stories of valour
carved into the heart of its core

money is never lonely
for in this city, it's
used on everyday things
for, the indian roller sings

night time's the best
in this great city of hyderabad
as it sparkles with lights
take a stroll you feel like sinbad

the ramzaan haleem
tasty it is, as it may seem
dawn reaches 
the great city of hyderabad
                      
                             - Siddharth Pashikanti

Article 15

Humans all alike
Ram, Shyam or Mike
Everybody has blood
of the colour Red

Dalit, Adivasi
no human inferior
everybody worships the almighty
everybody prays the superior

We say Baba Sahib
the father of the consititution
had a vision
and a beautiful notion

The tricolour of
saffron, white and green
The citizens are the backbone
of India's development alone

Law has them protected
Flaw has them disrespected
The belief of caste-driven God
is evolution's biggest fraud

                                                   - Siddharth Pashikanti