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Farewell Daughter

Born a maiden in a poor Indian farm, No human to admire you in the barn, They did not rejoice your birth, For you are not of any worth, Your tears and loud cry doesn’t turn any eye, A girl child would not bear even a pie. When you grow up daughter, You will work from dawn to dusk, None to pity like a poor cow in slaughter, A female is nothing but just a husk, Even the female calf that I raise, Daughter has more chase. When you blossom to be a maid, Men would flock hither thither for a trade, Pain and agony would never end, For a man is always man, would never fend, Morn to eve you work for him, To get at least one meal till the brim. Daughter, you have to bear male fruits, If not you will endure more pain, And curses on your roots, You live or die not much of a gain, For the world that we live in, Is merciless and dare even to sin. When you whither and shivering for needs, Neither your son nor husband would feed, For you will be an old weed, They would wish your death in speed, As you

Me a demigod

Pitch dark, alone, silent, Slowly he creeps in my room, But wanders here and there, Unwilling to get into form, An itch in my mind, A lustrous desire to take him in, And enjoy wonderful pleasures, But he refuses. He was strong in my heart, Shapeless, yet refusing form, He moves weirdly, Making me restless with pain, Time passes by, Threatens to leave me alone, My plea is heard finally, Promises to stay. Eyes closed wait for him, Peaceful mind clear of thoughts, Slowly yet forcefully he gets in, Mind completely rejuvenated, I take him in fully, To create a beautiful creature, Few minutes of pain and pleasure, To form a complete creation. After endless pleasure, Beads of sweat, Trails down my forehead, My paper complete, End of a creation, Ready for my readers…

The unheard tears

Born as male, yet living as female, A curse to the gender, Heavily loaded with make-up and lipstick, Adorned with dazzling attire, When we walk on roads, The wave of crowd move away, Like the red sea parting for the Israelites, They call us THE THIRD GENDER. God’s creation, no sin of ours, Epics talk loud of us, Loyal followers of Lord Rama, Legend behind winning the Kurukshetra, Trustworthy servants of the Chinese emperors, Alexander the great’s best desire, Blessed we are on festival days, Yet deprived of all human rights. For hunger, we remain platters to men’s pleasure, Begging by force is not uncustomary, For none are even trusted as servants, Thrown away not even equal to dust, Tattered by the inhuman attitude, Not even the least respect given to us, None to understand, We crumble down in humiliation. Unfortunate of us, If it be God, an embodiment of man and women, Human race kneel down to pray for health, But for us the treatment is less, Begging or selling ourselves for food, N

Flashback

Way back your memory, Down the lane of your thoughts, Deep down everyone’s heart, Lay the sweetest memories Your first day at school, With tears rolling down your cheek, Holding mom’s hand tight never to let it, The first kindergarten teacher, Rhymes that you learnt, Happiness on your mother’s face listening to you. Your first friend at school, The sweets that you shared with her, Your first fight with her, The little rhymes that you both recited, Little wounds after a great game, The cute wink after a naughty act. The monkey fights with your sibling, Little secrets shared without mom’s knowledge, Eating the shared toffee like puppies, Walking to school holding hands, Signing each other’s progress cards, Little things a foundation for a strong bond. The first guy that you admire, A naughty wink from a teenager, First kiss in your dream, Self-admiring in the mirror not knowing passage of time, Dreamy days with thoughts of a dream boy, Occasional un-rhyming so-called poems, now just a f

Load of crying hearts

An old, rusted, van, Moving as slow as it can, In a fast, speedy, busy road. Frustrated by the speed, I overtake them to see, A load of crying hearts in it. Filled with old men and women, The van was from an old age home, A banner displayed “Ever happy old age home” For a minute my mind wondered, Slowed down my bike to hear their talks, Just to understand the ironic banner. A lady by the window, her locks displaying her age, With tears rolling down her cheeks, Jeering to see a happy family traveling in a car. Another gentleman dressed well for his age, Says “my son in US, leaving me here, gives lot of money” A tear in the corner of his eyes longing for his dear ones. A couple sitting next to the driver spoke, “Ah! That little boy should be our grandson’s age” And both sigh together with memories. Why didn’t those ruthless sons and daughters think? At least for a minute, all that these old people had done, For them to be doctors, businessmen, and software engineers. They can give them l

Sweet disturbance

Like the buzzing of a bee, Just next to my ear, Like an old ceiling fan, Right above my head, Like a lover-boy speaking in a cell phone, Just next to my seat, Like a loud horn in a bus, Right in the front row, Like a talkative friend, Just next to you in at the cinema, Like a loud mouthed boss, Right before you a pain everywhere, Like the ring tone of a cell phone, Just when you break your head with a code, Like the hush of a cloud, Right when you admire the moon’s its beauty, Like the tone of a little love fight, Just when he is late for dinner, My love for you, Is it an in-healable wound? No I call it a sweet disturbance, A never-ending pleasurable PAIN…

Colors of Love

When you are near me, The Sun shines bright and the tweety sings sweet, Roses smell good and frogs look princely, Your magnetic smile drags me to you, Warm are your hugs with love, I see the color of joy Yellow. Hand in hand, The waves kissing our feet, Your gentle hand on my shoulder, Breeze of sweet sea, Little crabs running hither thither, I see then color warmth azure blue. Soft you are many a times, But I admire thine manliness, Gently forcing me to a slave of pleasure, Kisses forceful but pleasurable, Wild with ecstasy when you hear mine moan, I see the color of Love Red. Dark nights starry sky with a shinny moon, Waiting for your lustrous hugs, All alone admiring the moon as you, Chill breeze frozen memories, A long wait for your warm hands, I see the color of sorrow black. Fresh smell of the mud before rain, Little drops of rain on us, A speeding bike a joyous ride, Tight hug with no way for air, Rosy talks and sweet trees to dance, I see the color of earth green. Little nymphs
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My Virus

Like a strong wind, Eating away everything on its way, Mercilessly blowing young maiden’s clothes, Making the sea dance to your enticing tunes, Blowing the shore’s sand Making her twist and turn like a new bride, Coupling the two Ashoka trees by my window, Entwining and touching the leaves like a handshake, Drawing artful designs on the sky, Bewitching and rich like the designs drawn by a maid’s toe. You are like the little round smiley in a game of packman, eating all the soft hearts that you see on your way, You are like a fresh honey-filled flower in a forest, following you comes hither thither all queen bees, You are like the sweet scent of a freshly baked cake, trailing you will be little kids with a bight smile. You are all over my mind, I hear my heart while talking to you, You have enticed my mind and heart, Like a virus, which empowers a computer. You see with your piercing eyes deep down me, I feel thousands of butterflies kissing me

Surrender to thine will

Bright, smart, young, Radiant, jubilating, and ever fresh, It attracted me and I knelt to you, Father grant me this wish for it is the best, With all smiles and cajoling face, I asked, To hear an answer, “It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Shining, strong, dark, Horse power, tall, and attractive smile, My heart beat faster as days went by, Wishing this would be granted, Like a little puppy wagging its tail for food, Father grant me this, I knelt, “ It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Fair, handsome, charming, Princely, wealthy, and good looking, Hoping Cupid would be at his best, And elves sprinkling their charm over us, Dreaming of a rosy life ahead, Like a kid trying to coax her mother for a doll, I crossed mine finger before you, “ It ain’t the best for you my daughter” Dark, young, unattractive, Smiling yet not charming, A bard with a heart of gold, Milk of human kindness flowing all over him, A lips which neither utters lies nor sins, Tender like a baby’s feet is his feelin

Fate

Wild, thoughtless, unpardonable, Ruthless and also heartless, Eat on human feelings and yet laugh, You are a sadist. Why had God created you? One visit of yours will ruin kingdoms, Destroy happiness and friendship, Kill the love even in a brave heart,You are a pain. Cant God exempt us of you? Like a venomous serpent, Swallowing all its innocent preys, Love and happiness flows straight into your belly, You are a villain. Can’t God destroy you? Hearts with Cupid’s decorated arrow, Will sadden with your lightest look, Mercy is despised in your kingdom, You have no kindness. Can’t God save us? Pain laden hearts, with tears rolling down, Is the best that you could ever enjoy, For Satan is your master and you his slave, You are ruthless. Can’t God emancipate humans? You take away grown up sons from Old, tried parents, You take away sweet hearts from, Young, happy lovers, You take away happiness from, Poor, merry humans, Like a lion tearing a poor lamb, And roaring victorio

Kinds of men

You in my mind and heart, Bard thou art a master of different kinds of characters on earth, Calling all the nymphs and muses to assist me pen, A tribute to all the men that I have come across, The different kinds of men that he hath created on Earth Calling on to the muse of poetry and love to guide my venture, Here I begin… Gallant, strong, wild, handsome, Many attributes to add on like a bag of ransom, So manly forgetting the better part of life, Unknowing the rhythm of wife, For being a gallant strengthens their heart, Not even a word of praise or smile for an artfully made tart, Like a strong tornado, wild yet ravishing, No sweet lady with beauty lavishing, Would comprehend these unfathomable men. For you ladies fancying bodily pleasure, These serve well, for they never treasure, Thine love but body. Intelligent, bright, brainy, quick-witted, Quizzical in all terms, with knowledge stored like hive pitted, Any subject or topic of complication to discuss, They are all set to answer i

Melancholy of Meadows

The soft music of the shepherd, The bleating of a flock of sheep, Melodious songs of the young shepherdess, Green Meadows spread over acres, Chill breeze over the mountains, Rare scene indeed for today’s youth, Unheard is the songs of the farmers, Happy tunes to make mother earth greener, Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow, In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees, Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs, Rare sight of green mother earth, Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors, Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart, Earthen vessels to cook healthy food, Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring, Families sit together for a hearty meal, Rare spectacle indeed in modern world, Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water, Flowing down the lane, with a musical note, Young village women singing tunes of beloved, Bathing and filling their mud pots with water, Laughter and merry all around the place, Rare sight indeed in our concrete ju

Melancholy of Meadows

The soft music of the shepherd, The bleating of a flock of sheep, Melodious songs of the young shepherdess, Green Meadows spread over acres, Chill breeze over the mountains, Rare scene indeed for today’s youth, Unheard is the songs of the farmers, Happy tunes to make mother earth greener, Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow, In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees, Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs, Rare sight of green mother earth, Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors, Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart, Earthen vessels to cook healthy food, Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring, Families sit together for a hearty meal, Rare spectacle indeed in modern world, Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water, Flowing down the lane, with a musical note, Young village women singing tunes of beloved, Bathing and filling their mud pots with water, Laughter and merry all around the place, Rare sight indeed in our concrete ju

The Firefly

Bright, sparkling, twinkling Your manliness attracts me near, Bluish gentleness with a smile, I dance around you with a smear, Your radiant heat warm yet away a mile, Like a tikling bird I dance the dance Tinikling. The awe mind that has blossomed, Round and round I try to come closer, You brighten the whole room with light, Wish that you would never die down like Caesar, I will be the oil for you to burn bright, Your liking for me indeed very seasoned. Yellow the color that I desire, Untamed lust in me screaming joyously, The dance of glee rejoicing with pain, Closer I get to you more I hurt me noiselessly, This wild seducing dance I know has no gain, My love kills me yet I dance knowing thou art fire. Sweet is the tortures of love, Meek I am without your love dear, I swain in pain for my dance never attracts, Unsuccessful is mine love I part with a tear, Wind plays and bends you towards me, but bitter facts, I know my day has come to an end as meek as a dove. Love, I know thee well a

Streak of hope

I see a streak ray of hope, When a little ant fights to lift a big grain, A ray of sunlight trying to add light to Neon lit offices, Lover hoping to meet his lady love at least for a minute, An Indian woman trying to educate her girl child, Widow hoping her husband alive for a second to express her love, I see a steak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When a software engineer struggles with errors in his program, An orphan child waiting for a Christmas gift, A deer running away from a hungry lion, Old beggar with tears filled eyes looking at a man for generous alms, An ailing man praying for another day of life, I see a streak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When aged parents in old age homes talk of their sons abroad, A farmer looking up the sky after plowing his little land, An issueless couple visiting a kindergarten, Life prisoner’s parole being accepted for a week, A dog waiting for bones after his master finishes biriyani, I see a streak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When a li

My Madness

What kind of madness is this? Madness, which doesn’t help Yet I like it, with silly pleasure Found memories fresh in mind Cherishing moments in heart What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Where I like even pain, without pleasure, Where melancholic is taken with a smile, Where the world is a ball of joy and fun, All that I see is rosy and beautiful What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? I know the black pain hidden behind, Yet I expect a word of happiness from you, Those eyes to nod once in acceptance, To see that smile just for me, What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Wishing you by my side always, Uttering silly things, though I know the fact, Look into your eyes for hours to search for me, Listen to your heart, beat just for me, What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Unknown tunes running fast in mind, Dreaming with smiles and cheers, Thoughts just about you, Hoping that things would work What kind

Lesson from a Hopper

Everyday the same, Wake with a sleepy eyes, With things to do that day running in mind, Brush trying to wipe of pending work, Dress thinking of status meetings, Eat with haunting memories of mangers. Everyday the same, Drive with hundreds of tensions in mind, Smile at colleagues wondering their work status, Wish boss with a cajoling nod seeing the watch, Reach the workstation check mails with anxiety, Reply to high priority client mails. Everyday the same, Work with strict deadlines ready to pounce, Lunch from the cafeteria, food with no mercy for taste buds, Droopy eyes waiting to finish work and rest, Watch on the time ticking fast and the mounting work, Look at the watch after hours its quarter past eleven. Everyday it’s the same, I don’t have Sundays or holidays, I am paid well, to maintain luxury not enjoy, I see friends to just boast of my high position and pay, I know matching their enjoyment with mine is impossible, I understand my tough life. Everyday it’s the same but this da