Unit of Life

Kick in womb like bursts of arrows,
Action starts at target ZERO
Cries so loud shattering walks of tears
So called journey of ONE hears
Holding hands of morale's strong,
To understand the TWO - Right & Wrong
The Father, Son and The Holy spirit,
The divine twist with THREE Trinity
Followed by teenage mood reasons,
More unpredictable than FOUR seasons
Doors to world of opportunities beckon,
Like deep scary wavy FIVE oceans
Soon fighting the battle of Mahabharata,
Fate hangs on dice showing a SIX
Then those creepy weakly moments,
When sense give away to SEVEN opponents
Wisp of Nirvana calmness depth,
Mediate towards the EIGHT fold path
Final release of the movie twine,
Towards the journey of cloud NINE!

Cracked Identity

Remember the fight the ended with pride,

Day I stood like a newly wedded bride

I got the right to express… to speak ,

Flaunted my patriotism like a device so sleek.

Colours that stood unwaveringly for democracy,

Bravery, peace and prosperity.

Now that bravery closed my eyes to discrimination,

Slept peaceful nights to the burning nation.

And the prosperity that followed by sacrificing all but my equal.

The freedom I earned stared at my mirror’s sight,

I spoke and expressed …but not for the right.

Again fought battles but for sex, religion, and culture,

Throwing my remaining humanity into the gutter.

Today I stand shattered in torn clothes and no pride,

Holding onto a false mirage of freedom without a stride.

My Heartbeats

Hands so little and face so naive,
To tiny footsteps crawling into my life.

Rush of energy & moments of pure pleasure,
To the radiance of innocence shining from the purest of pure.

It brings back melodies to my memory,
Those long forgotten tales of bravery.

Reminds of Jill came tumbling after,
To fairies never failing to say happily ever after.

From the shattering of your unbreakable,
To breaking smiles to faces unshakeable.

All this comes like a symphony to me,
Waking a dormant hidden part of me.

To hold on to that little finger,

To start the most magical journey ever.

The Tragic end of my life

I sat on the balcony thinking aloud,

My heart beat twice and came to a stop

Eyes blurred and my mouth choked,

I asked myself, “Am I having heart attack?”

My time had come to bid adieu to life,

I tried to turn around and say goodbye

From the corner of eye, I saw a movement,

I thought the gates of hell were opening

To suck me in and take my soul

At last I managed to look at the sight

There sat a cockroach equally quiet

My sixth sense said, “You moron!

Stand up, run and save your life.”

Lessons of life

Your story is not your story alone,

It entwines with people who cared

People who stood beside you all along,

Holding that hand to reach the path you belong

People who threw toughest of challenges,

Making you stronger through the ages

Your story is not your story alone,

It entwines with people who disapproved

People who ridiculed your choices,

Teaching you myths are to be broken

People who wished you fail,

Holding hope till the tail

Your story is not your story alone,

It entwines with people who ignored

People who called you strange names,

Making sure you turned stones into shapes

People who left you mid way

Realizing you didn’t need them anyway

Your story is not your story alone,

It entwines with people who loved

People who tolerated your tantrum,

Teaching that love is the only fulcrum

People who thought about you before them,

Making you feel blessed to have them

My journey is not my journey alone,

It entwines with people who came along.

First and last heroes

First and last heroes

Dedicated to the biggest strength in a child’s life - Parents

 

Daddies aren’t supposed to ask for support,

Mothers never call in for sick days

But time and tide never wait for anyone

I ask out aloud, “What is the scariest thing?”

I reply, “When the hands that held, reach out to you.”

It’s not the greying of hair or the pain in the knee,

It’s those invisible signs that give me chills.

When the pillars of your strength look up to you with hope,

Just to find they are hanging without a rope.

In the selfish run to achieve your milestones

You didn’t notice the quivering legs that helped you walk on stones.

Hands that crafted the veggies into delicious dishes,

Were holding a cup full of bitter medicines.

Eyes that helped you aim high and leap,

Was now struggling to get some sleep.

Sweat that dripped to bake your favourite cake,

To the wrinkled face that still smiles for your sake.

Days when your tantrum could get you anything,

To the days when someone is just waiting.

The free rides that got you to school,

To the long distances you never could commute.

From the tears of pride that roll down at your dance recitals,

To the tears that missed their names on your celebrations.

Arms that held you during the darkest of nights,

To the shoulders that slouches waiting for you all night.

When you waited for the advices to stop,

To the quietness that followed would forever haunt you out.

I would......

I WOULD……

A small girl who witnesses war at a very young age blankly mentions what she sees…..

If winds could talk, I would hear,

But all I hear around are heated arguments.

If clouds could hear, I would talk,

But all I talk is that I am afraid.

If trees could sing, I would join,

But all I join is the shattered families under the tents.

If mountains could join, I would race,

But all I race for is to save my life.

If rain could see, I would dance,

But I can’t dance as the ground is covered with thousands of dead bodies.