The Flower

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The Guilt

The guilt that I denied that beggar

When a coin was just a meager

I could have helped that blind

Whom for no reason I declined

The guilt of leaving her alone

The guilt of minding my own

When I look back at the sand

Lonely footprints with no helping hand

So much of fortune, but none to share

Instead of ecstasy, why such despair

Now in the world, vast as sea

I find only me.

Pay Back

All the wounds can’t be healed

All her scratches can’t be filled

All the pains can’t be washed

All her stories can’t be quashed

All the scars can’t be painted

All her memories can’t be faded

But she endured, all the attack

Now was her time, to pay it back.

A Letter To My Best Friend

Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair

Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care

Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk

Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk

Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind

Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind

My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse

Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe

Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife

Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life

I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue

I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you

My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird

I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd

Won’t you come back, see what I am going through

I am not in love; I am too much used to you.

Dad’s Princess

From the breaking of dawn, he worked like a clock

Relentlessly without a flinch, then too exhausted to walk

Limbs entirely drained, clothes partially stained

Distress was never less, in a world full of mess

Crushed by the pebbles, in dearth of petals

Keeping up the fight, reached home by twilight

Life returned, when his princess hugged him tight.

His gloomy face glowed, like a dead rivulet flowed

Jovial laugh, carefree shrieks, tiny eyes, flossy cheeks

For a man agonized, she was love epitomized

She would jump and leap, in his lap she would sleep

Her beauty-his hope, her smile-his strength

For joy in her heart, he would go to any length

Comfort to his bruises, delight to his view

Like colors of rainbow, scattered on a dew

He embraced her close, he kept her warm

For daughter till eternity, he would fight the storm.

Unchaining Herself

Within the walls, her world was confined

To serve others, her role was defined

To cook, to wash, to clean, to sweep

 Finding corner, solitarily she would weep

Used, abused, beaten, slapped

Body, soul, shadow trapped

Her ritual of the day, whatever men would say

No one bothered, she died everyday.

When did she break, out of her den

When did she learn, to stand beside the men

How did she know, to gain control over her tears

Was it all of a sudden, or a pain of thousand years

Now she has become, what she had never been

She talks like the king, she walks like the queen

She speaks, she thinks, she craves, she aspires

She dreams, she loves, she works, she desires

But there are thorns, and wolves on the street

There are frightening eyes, not easy to defeat

Will she fall back, will her courage die?

But she has got her wings, she is ready to fly.

Reasons to Survive

Questioning self, the reasons to survive

I realized a few, enough to be alive

To touch, to savor, to love, to feel

To soak in grief, to be wounded to heal

To burst into laughter, to break down in tears

To be afraid of darkness, then to fight your fears

To make mistakes, to fall, then show courage to stand

To be brave to bow, to give someone your hand

To be depressed and trapped, to repent, to mourn

 To resurrect, to relive, to learn to be reborn

So when I leave forever, I leave behind my trace

A few will surely smile, when they remember my face.

She was Sold

No one asked, no one cared, what dreams she carried

A family came to see her; it was her age to be married

She was adorned with silk and loaded with gold

The strangers liked her skin, and her body was sold

Now she would serve her man, but her soul would rust

Her emotions would wither, to sand and to dust

Her childhood would miss, her heart would seek

The boy who stole her lunch, the hands which pulled her cheek

How they would run to the hills, to swing under the tree

They would gaze the sunset, the clouds, still carefree

They would join their hands, and swing up in the sky

The wind would talk of their love, the birds wouldn’t deny

But their love was killed, and wind could feel the despair

Two other kids were swinging now; love was back in the air.

Live Again

What do I want, what do I want to be

Should I be involved, or set myself free

Why to begin, when it has to end

Why try to mend, if everything is penned

So much of struggle, for one more breath

So much of pain, only to avoid death

Whom should I love, whom should I hate

Why any of them, why not just wait.

Wait for the day, when all will be gone

Gone will be me, and my beautiful dawn

The school I went, grounds I played

The girl I loved, the friends I made

Moments I shared, people I cared

How can I leave, so much of beauty behind

Let the heart rule, over this devil mind

Let there be suffering, let there be pain

I want to live more, just to wake up again.

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