Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I am Complicated!


I might come across very strong
But, the woman inside me still wants to hold your hand
I might come across as very independent
But, that does mean that I don't need your care and love anymore
I want to get married at some point of time
But, that doesn’t mean I want to leave my family and take your permission to visit home
I am eager to meet you; I am eager to find the right you
But, that doesn’t mean that you can buy me
I might look sexy at times
But, that does mean I have allowed you to give me such looks
I work at times and I try my best to take care of the house and the family
Do not take the credit out from me just because I don't earn the same or don't earn at all
I can bear your child; yes only I can bear your child
I am scared, confused and excited at the same time
And, the women inside me wants you to know that all the time
The woman inside me wants you to know all this all the time


Oh God! Why did you make me so complicated, when you couldn’t make your men understanding enough?
Oh God! Why did you make me so complicated, when you couldn’t make your men understanding enough?



Sunday, April 15, 2012

Denial story!


We all love stories. Love stories, happy stories, dream stories
We often make our own versions to fit in to the characters
The characters are good and happy so what even if they are fictitious
We wish to be around them, our stories of wonders

But, I read a story today, a story that I want to disbelief
The story is true and so are the characters and grief

A father killing his own baby girl, a three month old being suffocated
The only reason that she was not a son he wanted
The story of disgrace, which puts me in to denial, every time it is ranted

I cannot erase the story, nor can I kill and adjust the characters here
I know the story is true and so are the characters
I am trying to move out the story and hold my tears

We all might move out but it is still disturbing to imagine
How difficult it would be for someone live with such characters?
How difficult it would be for someone to be part of such stories?

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Hidden baggage

Do not pretent that this is what you wanted
you wanted some more; invisibly granted

I do not know whether the expectations were too less or too loaded
it was never a point where my mind was shown it being unfolded

They were growing old without an attempt
The pile was increasing with growing contempt

I will not compete for what i was not acquainted
Should i have taken my hint when the look was so cold

I would have given you an answer right away
I should have stopped invisible,unrealistic expectations coming my way

I could have won; i could have lost
But, only if all the invisible expectations could have been told

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Mysterious night!

The pain of betrayal and the Infidelity cries
Who knows better than that night?
The extra effort hour of a deprived guy
Who knows better than that night?
The eternal wait of a lover for her spouse to arrive
Who knows better than that night?
The silence of a kill, rape at the sight
Who knows better than that night?
The numbness of the family at a mourning plight
Who know better than that night?
It has seen those tears who wanted to hide themselves
It has seen those shattered dreams and believes

Each night is a witness to a new mystery and drama
It knows it all. And, still the calm night swallows everything.
Each night is a witness to a new mystery and drama

Thursday, April 28, 2011

She!


save the GIRL child!!
Inside the womb, i am halfway world now
The wait seems all worth somehow

I know, how i will look out there
I can see how my mother looks, from here

I feel her the same way;she must be feeling me
Each breath brings a slightly new me

I will be very tiny when i come out
I think, my family would be eager to see me

They want to know who i am 
I am a girl,they were just told

I do not know what it means
Unhappy! Are they? It seems
What is the reason;how do i know
will they allow me to see my mother now

And, here i close my eyes in their disgrace

I close my eyes to hide myself from seeing their face..

I close my eyes to hide myself from seeing their face

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Wingless try!!

In the forest, there were two little birds
God gifts on earth , special from other birds
Green, blue,purple;the birds had royal feathers
Everyday they dreamed of becoming the best fliers 

From dawn to dusk,everyday they tried
To fly higher and higher as far as they  could sight
They reached a new place evertime,eagerly waiting for the sunlight
Their feathers grew more prettier,glowing bright

They wanted to become the best fliers,their wings looked like clouds on fire
A day came and they met with their ugliest dream
They had to part with their royal feathers 
Broken they looked,with their spirit soaked in tear

Everything seemed normal, next morning when they got up
One bird looked at the sky and he wanted to fly 
The other bird looked at his wings and began to cry..

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Night light!!

Throughout the day; I wait for that time
When I will be able to see the light
The light of all the glowing stars
I wait for the quietness, when I will be able to dream with the stars
I seek that cold light glowing from the sky
Serene, resolute, and still; breathing, flickering and shimmering


The Sun has left and I look up in the sky
But, the lights have not gone from where I stand
I can see they are not rays; they are created from mind
The noise doesn’t settle and I don’t know if it’s the time to follow the stars


They choose to fade against this new sun now
One or two I can see barely; all I see is the lights below
Constantly itching and peeping through my window
The noise doesn’t settle and I don’t know if it’s the time to wait for the stars