Mail to the Mighty God

I am an ordinary woman,
Like every single one here,
Never do anything forbidden,
Mother of two, with a tear,
Was slender and cool like a cucumber,
Now more like a melon swollen an acre,
Glow and beauty devoured by my own flesh,
I wish like the computer there was a refresh,
To bring back the lost blush and finery,
And the everlasting glorious smile as a jewelry,
I am an ordinary woman…

I am an ordinary woman,
Like every single one here,
Never do anything forbidden,
Mother of two, with a tear,
Like Cinderella singing merrily,
Tweeting with the birds queerly,
Love brought more blush to my cheeks,
Like an innocent maiden happiness on the peeks,
Marriage and children a blessing indeed,
But, God why did you sow a weed,
I am an ordinary woman…

I am an ordinary woman,
Querying you lord, oh mighty,
Why do you strip us of our beauty?
Like a carrot and stick,
You give motherhood with a prick?
I am no actor to wax and wane,
I am just an ordinary woman…

I am just an ordinary woman,
My endless search for my glorious mane,

Between you and me

I see you every day, Busy with your work, Doing your chores searching a prey, Though you choose to merk, An insignificant creature, Always, a woman’s night mare
You wander around, Some time under the mixi, Or run about on the ground, Totally driving me crazy
Engulfed in business, I dare not leave you unattended, For you tend to use your wiseness, And try to taste my dishes already tested
Coward’s last brave decision, When life shuts down its doors, A battle of life’s game to end in precision, Wrath of fate at its core, Humans tend to fall a prey, And hug the evil hands of ugly death, You always stay at bay, Never to jump on a wall with gay
For fate is the same, Between you and me, You stand on the wall and say tap, tap, tap... And I stand on ground to dance to fate tap, tap, tap...

My little bride

Today, I am a proud father,
Walking the aisle with the little princess,
The little bride to be…
The little fairy born with cherry colored toes,
On a cloudy day to bring showers in my life,
A blessing of my life….
There was nothing sweeter than her smile,
No fancy poem can ever describe her beautiful walk,
She was most beautiful flower in my life’s garden…
Feeding her a morsel of food,
Was not even equal to all the finest food filling my stomach,
I wonder if it is elixir of life…
When she walked off to school,
Her bag carried my heart away with her,
I saw my mother in her eyes…
Years passed by,
But still my daughter remained a little princess to me,
The same as what I saw her on that cloudy day…
When she graduated,
No other dad than me would have felt so proud,
With my eyes clicking snaps for my heart’s memory…
The shirt with her first salary,
Proved to be the best even amidst all my finest suits,
I still remember the day when I boasted to all my friends…
When she spoke for me against…

Bleeding Rose

Beauty of an angel,
Dressed in all fineries of white,
Your bright, beautiful eyes,
Crystal clear Cleopatra like skin,
All hidden under the veil,
Like the clouds hiding the bright Sun.

Memories of us playing,
In the same lord’s house,
Childhood friendship blooming into love,
No lawn left without our presence,
No flowers left untouched by us,
Like the rain drops’ kiss on earth.

Today you walk all alone,
As a bride without me beside,
Those sweet talks and kisses,
Dissolved in my blood as memories,
Creating waves of disagreement to fact,
Like a wave I come again and again to you my shore.

I know your heart aches,
For those memories which haunt you,
Those memories don’t remain sweet anymore,
It is just like a drop, in your ocean of memories,
Unlike me it’s like a drop of honey amidst salty memories,
Like a bee who collects honey for human to enjoy,
I am here with my tears to be presented,
As your wedding bells ring,
I twitch and turn, like a bleeding rose,
Here I part with the heart which had beat,
Only for you and n…

Oh My Ladylove!!!

As I sit by the shore and watch,
The gentle waves kiss my feet,
Just like the way I first kissed you,
A deep carving in my heart that you had left,
Of love and love only deep in my heart,
Which, still aches and pains,
Even after years of us parting,
Oh my ladylove!!!

I still remember the day,
When our eyes met first,
My eyes refused to move from you,
Those beautiful eyes and slender figure,
That bright face and pink lips,
Which, haunted my eyes for years,
Even now it’s those eyes which makes me write,
Oh my Lady Love!!!

Sweet memories of those days,
When I wooed you,
Everything was beautiful,
From the little drops of rain to huge rocky mountains,
As I saw them in the same eyes which admired you,
Only beauty and all happiness prevailed for years,
Until the day we parted,
Oh my ladylove!!!

Unfortunate day of my life,
A beautiful rainy day,
When we walked hand in hand drenching,
In both love and rain,
Cupid and you dad were on road,
Which, marked the end of rain and love,
Oh my ladylove!!!

Days passed by in your absen…

Get Back

I want to get back to those days,
Those days when dad was the only hero known,
Those days when the highest place to sit was dad’s shoulder,
Those days when mom’s one morsel of food filled my stomach,
Those days when little bubbles and butterflies were the most beautiful things.

Golden moments that I had lived by,
When school teacher was the only demon known,
When home work was the only herculean task,
When I dreaded only school tests,
When work meant only to clean my room.

Ever green in my memory those days,
When only scrapped knees hurt,
When broken meant only my toys,
When love was only parents,
When fight was only with my sister.

I want to get back to those days,
When living alone was not a pain,
When a cup of coffee all to me was good,
When I had just me to take care,
When life was spotless.

Sweet are those memories,
Deep in my heart like an old album,
With black and white pictures in it,
Though old it is my most precious moments,I want to get back.

Just a Bubble

Just a Bubble
As I walk through the tough path,
Laden with thorns and stones,
With aches and trouble,
You came by and promised to stay by,
Walk with me, hold me,
We shared hassles and apples on the way,
Even blunt with the pleasures of nature,
Though your company pricked and pained,
I preferred to undergo for,
My love for you was crystal clear,
Many a wakes of life people smite me,
For the untold pains that I underwent for you,
Yet I brushed them aside,
For I thought your company is eternal,
Mine trust for you was more eternal,
Little did I know that you walked along just to while away time,
Like a honey bee you moved,
With no thought of my trust to you,
And the pain that I had succumbed for you,
Little did you understand that you were hurting me,
And would do that eternally,
You walked away from me forgetting your promise,
Just like a soap bubble your love broke,
Letting out my blood to flow.

My bundle of joy

One fine spring morning,
My happiness knew no bounds,
A little creature, God’s blessing in me,
A small drop of tear and sweet smile took over my darling.

A world of difference,
Everything seemed colourful and beautiful,
Though nothing tasted good,
Those eventful days

Small strolls with my love,
Nauseating mornings,
Sweet smelling soaps,
Little chats with the angel in me

300 days of waiting,
10 months of dreams,
8 hours of physical trauma,
All just to see you...

With a twinkling eyes,
As dark as Cleopatra,
A beautiful smile to dethrone the whole world,
You were born my little bundle of joy.

The IT guy

Quarter past twelve,
I walk in my own house like a thief,
Slowly eat whatever I find on the dining table,
Slip into my bed,
Cautious not to wake my wife,
Fast asleep like a little angel.

It has been ages,
Since I saw her awake in the nights,
My new born hardly sees my face on weekdays,
Many a weekend I refused to put him down,
For the next five days I wouldn’t get a chance,
To hold God’s gift to my heart.

In my fear,
To hold my job for my family,
Eighteen hours of work a day,
Sleepless nights,
Rat race with my own friends,
What a life I live.

Yes, I earn more,
More than my teacher father,
Artist brother and house wife sister,
I could never earn their life’s satisfaction,
They call me the IT guy.