Oh child

Yesterday when I was picking 

my scattered pieces ,

I found a little girl peeping at me 

from a distance.

Whenever I looked at her ,

 she hid herself into shadows.

As I moved towards her 

she vanished like an incense!

I couldn't see her eyes, 

but she seemed sad and helpless.

Maybe she wanted help, 

maybe she was scared of me.

Maybe she was curious ,

maybe she was lost .

But she was lost into shadows so dark,

lost into the deepness of depths.

Wonder why at such tender years

she cried such prayers.

Instead of playing in meadows

she grew in congested debts.

She left me guessing about her

too many questions without any answer.

Those eyes , trying to reach my soul

and trembling fingers in want of a shoulder.

Dear child, I am a grown up poor

My poverty is so filthy noxious and noisome  it will ruin your innocence , little bud.

Here dreams are scratched,

blessings are scribbled,

voices are stabbed,

and life is so celebrated 

with cakes and pastries,

infested with ironical toppings;

with colours of grey mauve beige and blue

and suddenly piano turns to violin.

Little girl , believe me this is not your place.

Those shadows are much better

than my world of sharpness.

Hide princess, into some dark castle of puzzling path,

and save yourself from the twines and vines of hedonic virtues.

 

Yesterday when I was picking 

my scattered pieces ,

I found a little girl peeping at me 

from a distance.

Whenever I looked at her ,

 she hid herself into shadows.

As I moved towards her 

she vanished like an incense!

I couldn't see her eyes, 

but she seemed sad and helpless.

Maybe she wanted help, 

maybe she was scared of me.

Maybe she was curious ,

maybe she was lost .

But she was lost into shadows so dark,

lost into the deepness of depths.

Wonder why at such tender years

she cried such prayers.

Instead of playing in meadows

she grew in congested debts.

She left me guessing about her

too many questions without any answer.

Those eyes , trying to reach my soul

and trembling fingers in want of a shoulder.

Dear child, I am a grown up poor

My poverty is so filthy noxious and noisome  it will ruin your innocence , little bud.

Here dreams are scratched,

blessings are scribbled,

voices are stabbed,

and life is so celebrated 

with cakes and pastries,

infested with ironical toppings;

with colours of grey mauve beige and blue

and suddenly piano turns to violin.

Little girl , believe me this is not your place.

Those shadows are much better

than my world of sharpness.

Hide princess, into some dark castle of puzzling path,

and save yourself from the twines and vines of hedonic virtues.

 

Poem - She

She 

She is an example

An inspiration

A creator 

Something more than a  3 letter word

Always a giver.

The reason behind the most devastating wars of civilization.

She is also a mother

A choice of nature

A bundle of seasonal joys

A daughter for vows

A smile that heals all 

A puzzle you can't solve

She wakes up early morning

She makes the day for all

But closes her eyes with endless love

Unconditional love for all.

She.  in return never expects.

She smiles and hides her fear, her tear 

And she is the sweetest of all liar, 

says

" I'm fine".

She was criticised, bullied, cornered ...

She was restricted, blamed and cursed too

She kept struggling

Till she became a Tornado , a Revolution, a Loud cry , an emblem of freedom. 

She never competed with her brothers and their kingdom.

She never argued with her bosses

Never counted profits or losses

She never blamed 33 crores of Gods

She said - I am a queen and I have my standards. I choose to be who I am. Queens never compete, do they?

Queens never argue, do they?

Queens have their own tale, a fairy tale where everything has to be fine. 

She has strong shoulders too

So many responsibilities

She has a strong mind too

But she won't mind your words

She has a strong sense too

But Baby, we live in a non sensical world

And She wants to live a carefree life

But World takes it very seriously

As if the world won't exist without a She .