Being different......

"Tell me about yourself",the woman asked me,

She had this duty to evaluate my personality,

To read between the words I speak,

To know if I can interact effectively.

I had come prepared for the question,

After all,all interviews had this in common,

I was about to answer,remembering the key points,

When the question echoed again and again in my mind.

"Who are you?",my mind asked me,

I was different,I knew that from the beginning,

But being different is not something others like,

Being different makes it hard for friendships to strike.

I was not different physically,nor had I problems with speech,

And yet,alienated from others,the society did teach,

To fall in line or fall by the wayside,

There is no place to run,no place to hide.

Sitting alone,roaming by myself,had become a part of me,

Those who felt sorry for me,offered me their company,

Of course I did join them,being more than happy,

And yet,it was so painful to be asked out of pity.

I wasn't mean,nor was I rude or dominating

I was kind and quite accomodating,

But I was different,this was painfully obvious,

I was known amongst teachers,yet unknown and lost.

Till then I had accepted,I was different and alone,

But the loneliness hurt more than breaking a bone,

Slowly,wiping away my tears,I changed myself to suit others,

And I was the happiest I got friends in the process.

But no one knows who I really am,

My questions,thoughts are restricted to my mind,

A veil of pretense I have drawn over me,

Now I am scared to let it go and show them my real face.

Maybe its deceit,maybe its not right,

But no longer can I alone fight,

I have some people to talk to,someone to take notice I am there,

But I can't recognize who is it I see in the mirror.

All these thoughts flashed in a jiffy,

While the woman looked up expectantly,

I heaved a sigh,and smiled my best smile,

"I  am quite different from others because....",I started the lie.

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In my opinion,the greatest mistake our species did was to create a Society.Social creature is the term used to describe us,but then all it has done is forcing us to be a photocopy of each other.Anyone who is different,is shunned and ridiculed.

It's not something that happens to someone particular.We all are victims and culprits.Haven't we been ignored if our thoughts don't match others and so we change to please 'them'?

And how many times have we tried to talk and find out genuinely about people who don't share our thoughts?Its not that difficult to strike a conversation with such people and become friendly with people.Who knows,you may help a person to open up and feel loved.All of us want to feel cared for,don't we?Then why look for favourites to share our care? :-)

So,all of us are different in some way,but all of us have the right to feel cared for.:-)

P.S:

Got my first salary...yippee!!!! :-):-):-)

And oh by the way,its not something that has particularly happened to me,because,as I said,we all are victims and culprits too.

So go out and make someone happy....am sure they'll make you happy when you need someone too! :-)

Cheers! Have a happy week ahead ! :-)

Emotional Fool

Oh,I know you,always crying your heart out,
wanting to burst,wanting to shout,
but you keep a smile on your face for the sake of others,
thinking this the life you deserve....

How many times have you wiped your tears,
for someone who hasn't been sincere,
or those who have insulted you,trampled you,
yet you still care for them too...

You believe everyone is true,
you wish on falling stars too,
but you never realise,
"friends",so glibly tell lies....

The more you try to be good,
you more you doubt for what you stood,
the people,my dear,are just pushing you around,
like they would a helpless hound...

No matter what people tell you,you still listen to them,
you believe it when they tell you you're their gem,
I hope you realise,this world is so cruel,
and you are nothing but an emotional fool

Lonely again

In a crowd of people,
one feels alone,
Everything is there,
but yet nothing for own,
A smile cheers a little,
A small talk touches the heart,
but the happiness is brittle,
it doesn't last long,
Something is pushing,
The tears onto the eyes,
but really there is no reason to cry,
one knows this feeling,this loneliness,
and that it wont last long,
but still the heart searches in the crowd,
Something thats one's own.

For a friend whom I haven't understood...

Walking through the streets of my thoughts,
I chanced upon a window,
I didn't recognise it at first,
but then I realised it was your world.

It was peculiar,

to see your world so close,

it was exciting,

more so because it had different rules.

There were lightnings on a sunny day,

rivers flowing up the mountains,

animals that talked,birds that sang,

but surprisingly less humans,.

Everyone went their own way,

nobody disturbed the other,

the temperature soared when you were angry,

and it froze when you were lonely.

There were many deserts,

where it showed your hurt,

there were rains too,

when you were cared for.

Strangely,there were no doors for your world,

only a window or two,

it was so beautiful inside,

I envied those who were welcome in there.

I tried to find a way,

but the window didn't open,

maybe I didn't open it the right way,

or maybe I was at the wrong window...

P.S.:

Am back from home!!! :-) :-)

Anyways,the above poem is for a friend of mine who's a bit of a loner,who doesn't know why the world is indifferent to him,and what is wrong(with him or the world).:-P

Cheers!!

Have a happy week ahead!!! :-)

Having a daughter....

When I have a daughter,
I'll watch her grow,
from a tiny toddler,
to a bashful woman...

She'll resemble her father,
and I'll be proud of that,
I'll surrender to her,
when we have a spat...

She'll tell her problems to me,
but keep favouring her daddy,
I won't mind at all,
she's my daughter,after all...

She'll grow up more,
and I'll worry for her,
she'll laugh at my worries,
but understand me for sure...

I'll make her study,help her achieve,
She'll work hard too,strengthening my belief,
I'll proudly tell she's my daughter,
Such that those boasting of sons will envy her....

When she'll get married and go away,
I'll miss her terribly,but I wont say,
she'll call me daily,with endless queries,
she'll teach me new things,I'll follow what she says,

I'll be proud when she too has a daughter,
whom I'll doubly favour,
it'll all be over,when I'll die peacefully,
but our bond would always remain unique,and that'll make me happy.

Left Alone

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The old railway station in the city stood,

battered and forgotten,

It seemed to be waiting for someone to come,

Or something to happen...

The station wasn't always deserted,

Some came to play,some came for drugs,

But apart from that,nothing else breathed,

Even air seemed to be afraid there.

It hadn't been like this before,

When the city was actually a small town,

When there were people filling up this space,

It was all before the town had grown....

As the town grew up to be a place now everyone knows,

The needs of this adolescent changed,

The loyal station was not needed now,

As the trains won't have a halt there.

A new station,bigger and better,was built,

People welcomed it,and forgot its elder brother,

Which abruptly became empty,like a condemned place,

But still it stood,braving against all weathers...

The trains pass the station,but none stop,

It seems the trains look piteously at the giant,

But the station just stares,it still has hopes,

That someone will come for it,that something will surely happen...

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True love....

It was a winter morning,when I was out for a stroll,
that a miracle happened,and I met this girl.
Nothing unearthly about her,just a simple lady,
but her face,drove me crazy.

What a coincidence,she was my sister's friend,
what a nightmare,she may not even consider me as a friend.
She came home often,but rarely noticed me,
but just one glance of hers,greatly enticed me.

Moving the story forward,I would say we did become friends,
and you do know this,don't you?A boy-girl being just friends for long has never been a trend.
Inseparable we were,though we did have our fights,
but it was all sorted out,before the end of the night.

A particular time of ours,I would like to mention,
when it was her b'day,and we were having a celebration.
I was holding her close,and she looked so stunning,
"can I kiss you?",I couldn't refrain from asking.

She looked up at me,those beautiful eyes having tiny tears,
No,she said,and buried her head in my shoulders.
It was beautiful,we both together,
it was terrible,this moment will soon get over.

The next day,I got the message that she's left,
with her family to someplace else,and here I was,everything bereft.
What was it that took her away,what was it that she never told me?
I may have hurt her,but did I hurt her so badly?

I was angry and sad,I couldn't think,
I was going mad,it seemed I had reached my brink.
I wanted to know,why?,did i not refrain myself? 
Wasn't I loyal?And she'll have to answer all this, herself.

Skipping the part as to how I found her out,but she was now somewhere in a village,
living a life of a saint,till she saw my broken image.
She seemed more pure,more heavenly,more beautiful,
but her presence there still surprised me.

We sat down on a bench,not knowing what to say,
the sun setting down,the sky a wonderful gray,
"I know why you've come,to get your answers,
you deserve them,but its better we go separate ways,as I suffer from aids"

"I was true to you,but long back,I had an accident,
that was when I was given blood that was infected,
I couldn't say no to your love,but I couldn't spoil your life,
now you know the reason,why I cant be your wife."

My world fell apart,not because I wanted her body,
but to think that,she had been through such agony.
"listen here,no matter what,you're mine and I cant let go,
I would still say this,that I want to be with you"

Disbelief and gratitude came as tears in her eyes,
once again she buried her face on my shoulders,
and again I asked,"can I give you a kiss"?
By way of an answer,she lifted her face,and let me tell you,that feel still remains afresh.

Just because she's a girl

Sitting on the bench,the little girl was alone,
her face showed how quickly she had grown,
although she was still small and fragile,
after all, she was still a child.

I went up to her and sat by her side,
her innocent eyes opened up wide,
i smiled,and she returned it,
now she seemed more relaxed.

"why arent you playing,dear?",
i asked,pointing to others who were playing in that park,
she shook her head,
"am not allowed to play",she said.

"but why?"i asked,surprised,
she looked up,a confusion appearing in her eyes,
"if i play,then who'll look over my little brothers there?",
she looked in the direction where her brothers played.

"but when do you play then?"i asked,still perplexed,
"i dont,i help my mother cook,",the girl replied,
"and look after my brothers",
there was an innocent pride in those words.

"dont you go to school?",i asked,more interested,
"i do,though my mother doesnt like me getting educated,
but i want to study more,
but thats not possible for sure".

"hey come fast you stupid girl",we heard someone calling,
she jumped in fright and replied,stammering,
"am coming mother,just a minute",
she turned to me and waved,shyly apologetic.

"but why do you do all this?dont you feel sad?",i asked near tears,
she stopped in her tracks hearing my words,
she turned around,and gave a smile so mature,
"thats because am a girl"


I went home that day, disturbed and upset,
I didn’t know why suddenly i was filled with regret,
My little daughter came running up to me,
"Can we go and play mummy?"

I shook my head, unable to say a thing,
For an unknown reason, my heart was grieving,
I don’t know how my daughter knew that I wasn’t happy,
but she said, it’s okay, I'll play with daddy!

Looking back now ,I was a pampered child,
the young daughter, I was never obedient and always wild,
I did whatever I wanted,
and my family always supported.

I was successful, and now i was married and loved,
but thinking about that little girl, my heart moved,
‘coz she simply did what was told to her,
just because she was a girl.

I was happy ,as I was never burdened,
I was happy, as I never sacrificed,
but today I was defeated by this little woman,
who bonded with me for no reason.

The next day I went in search of that girl,
and I found her again, sitting alone,
without preamble, I said "Come with me, I'll help you get whatever you want,
I'll fulfill whatever your demands" 

She was shocked to say the least, to see my sudden outburst,
she stared at me for some time, and said "I can’t come".
"Why can’t you?" I asked angrily, "You still want those who insult you so easily? I'll help you, why don’t you understand,
I’ll do for you whatever I can"

The girl looked at me and asked,
"Will you leave your family if they treat you badly?",
I was stunned had never thought like this,
it was like she had jolted me from my dreams.

Would i leave my husband if he slapped me once?
Would i not forgive when my children ask for forgiveness?
What’s the diff between the girl and me?
Like me, she too loved her family. 

"I was told by my grandma, girls shouldn’t be unforgiving,
it’s in their blood to be caring,
it’s an honor for a girl when she helps her family,
‘coz her help is the one that no one can repay easily"

I drank in this piece of wisdom, coming from this child so young,
I realized though we were far apart yet were wound,
by a thread so delicate but strong,
but my assumptions about this girl were just proven wrong.

She was happy with her family, even though they treated her badly,
maybe she hoped someday they'll be sad,
for all the words they said to her,
but she'll tell them she doesn’t bother.

Her mother, who had been listening all the while,
came running to her child,
she held her in her close, not letting go,
maybe she wanted to say more, but all she said was, “I am so proud of you"

Can't think of a title

The sound of laughter filled the rooms,
The pitter-pat of little feet all around,
Silence was allowed inside,
Only by the guard of night....

The children were there,
all different from one another,
but they all had one thing in common,
they had no one-no mother,no father,no brother,no sister.

Yes,they were orphans,with nobody to call as their own,
They were orphans,some with families they've never known,
All with a different past,a different gene,
All with a same future,at least for the time being....

They don't know whether to be happy or sad,
when one of their friends is adopted,
when the friend gets a new family,
but isn't it normal to feel some jealousy?

Young or old,lucky or not,this is their place for a while,
No matter how much they hide,
 the sadness of their life,
you can see the want of love,omnipresent in their eyes.....

Hey Anu...listen!

All these days,I have been quiet and tolerant,
Waiting for you for so long,
Wishing you would come and talk to me like before,
But I guess I was wrong....

I know you have been very busy,
With your college and now some hobby classes,
But don't you see I am waiting for you tirelessly?
That even I need you attention!

Why don't you realise?I miss your stories and thoughts and poems,
I miss you being here thinking out loud,
Am I so worthless to you?
because I am just a blog????
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I am sorry my dear blog,
my dear poetry-space,
my way to enriching experience,
my tolerant friend,
my writing enhancement,
my way to escape,to that place,
where my thoughts get new shapes,
where my words get new meanings,
where my emotions know no endings,
my way to sanity,my display of insanity,
I have also missed you,but I was so lazy,
My thoughts were so random,
and strength I couldn't fathom,
to put them in order and present to you,
thats why I didn't appear for nearly a month or two,
Don't think I ever forgot you,
That I would never do,
I always love you,will always do,
oh my dear,dear blog!
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Hey People!
Sorry for my long leave! :(
I returned to college on 5th July....and whoa! I adjusted without much fuss and homesickness this time!
I am in the Third Year now...wow....now I am Super-Senior :D :D :D
Oh well will write more from now,since my bloggy dear has complained! :(
Keep Smiling!
Have a happy weekend.......!!!!!!!!!
:) :) :)

Buzzes....am still here!

 "She sat alone,engulfed by grief and some anger too,
   She should have helped her sister,should have read her mind,
  Should have sensed her sister's depression lead her to commit suicide,
  The phone rang,and she answered ,"This is tele-counseling,how can I help  you?"

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Okay I know its tragic.Inspired from a newspaper article.

My holidays are going great! Hope your life is going great too!

Well lately,loads of philosophical stuffs are hovering in my head.But I am too lazy to type it out as blog post.Anyways,we always hear advices all around us.Then whats the use of me also donating some advice? Eat,drink and be merry.:D

The only thing I learnt lately was that things are fine as long as you are friends with your own self.If you fight with yourself about anything,you don't gain anything,you rather lose your peace of mind.To trust anyone,we should first trust ourselves.Love ourselves.Respect ourselves.Then only can we accept others as they are.And to be happy,we have to accept people as they are(till they are in their limits,of course).

Its true! I used to loathe a friend of mine as she always does everything way too slow.But then I realised that no matter how much time she took,at least she did the work correctly! So as time passed,I began to undertsand her and nowadays I don't give her any work at all :P

Well thats all for now.Whoo! This has been one random post!

Cheers everybody.Remember,next time you want to just lose your temper over someone,try looking at things from their perspective.See if that helps you to cool down and understand the situation better!

Oh by the way,Happy World Environment Day! :)
Lets do our bit to help the environment! So shut down your computer and go do your work(before doing that please do post a comment :P)
On a serious note,lets just hope that we don't plant trees,don't save water,don't pollute land or air,don't conserve fuels ONLY on this day.Please.Lets do our effort.You know the saying (or maybe you don't)-

"Take care of small things and the larger things will be taken care of".....

Anyways,take care.Not only of yourself and your family and your friends,but also your planet.Its calling for help.Can you hear?

Urgh....I didn't really mean to make it an Environmental post....but well,it somehow traveled on to that track! :(

Have a happy week ahead! :)

Re-surfacing

The more you try to sneak away,
The more I feel your absence,
The more your absence I feel,
The more I understand your importance....

The more I hear your silence,
The more I want to scream,
The more screams I muffle,
The more closer  I get to insanity....

The more I see the change in you,
The more I wonder about the old times and how they were,
The more I wonder about those moments,
The more I wish we were like those days forever...

The more those times appear in my dreams,
The more I wish you were here with me,
The more I wish to have your company,
The more I see how far you are from me....

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Heya people! Hope your life is going on great.
Well the title and the post has no relation actually :P


So whats going on in my life? University Practical Exams! Oh God! The first practical was something I won't care to talk about(Heehee) and second one (today) was like good only...although the External Examiner who  asked the Viva was confused with my answers(The trick was that,although I didn't know much,but stammered the same thing again and again for a long time so she thought maybe I did give the answer :P).In fact,the lady was so exhausted with my answers that she finally asked "Is Electrical Machines such a tough subject?" My reply? A big grin. :P

Okay the third and final Practical is on 20th.Not that I am studying seriously or something.I am not coming online coz most of the times my roomies are using my Laptop for practicing programs and all:P

So till then....
Cheers!
Have a great week ahead! :)
Don't forget to wish me luck! :P

Something like love?

A sweet smile to welcome you,

a cute frown to admonish you,

So chirpy when you do something for her,

And when she is unhappy,its one hell of a bother!

You would do anything for that smile,

You would miss her dearly,even if its for a while,

You would leave nothing to wipe out that frown off her pretty face,

And your heart just warms up at her unending grace....

Don't know what she talks about,but who cares?

As long as you can listen to whatever she shares,

She always seems to be one step ahead of you in everything,

Doesn't matter,she is with you,that is the important thing.

Its like the world gone wrong when she is sad,

Her sadness drives you mad,

And if she is the one gone mad with fury...

Well,its a never ending story :D

Its so irritating when she scolds and bosses over you,
But its better to listen to the advices she showers on you,
Whatever she says,has something that sets you thinking,
Yeah right! You aren't going to follow,that's another thing! :P

But whatever the place,whatever the time,

I would like to specifically mention in these rhymes,

Perhaps a heartbreak may follow,perhaps a bitterness may be the result,

In the end,I guess its worth it to fall in love with a girl.

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Endless phone calls till he gets a response,
Some extra attention is all that he wants,
He would call back shamelessly when one has angrily disconnected,
And would go on saying sorry till the apology is accepted..

He is miserable when one is not around,
One makes him miserable when one is really around,
Would never understand when one expresses her feelings,
But nevertheless,he behaves as if he is listening!

Would criticize the person whom one appreciates,
Feels jealous often,and an issue out of nothing he creates,
Cares,but never expresses the right way,
But something is not right when he has got nothing to say...

His silence hurts,his anger scares,
And in his bad moods one never dares,
To say anything or to console or convince,
Frankly,advices make him wince!

When he is upset,the world doesn't matter anymore,
One does everything to see his magical smile once more,
Somehow with soft words he resumes his merriment,
But,for that,one does not get any acknowledgment!

But whatever the outcome,whoever he chooses later,
The care and the emotions are embedded forever,
He may betray,shattering her world,
But,its really beautiful when a boy is loved by a girl...

Loneliness.....and my 50th post!

Loneliness pains sometimes,
Often providing a shield,
Caring,protecting and gentle,
But deep inside,the wounds don't heal.....

Like the sea that stretches endlessly,
Like the uncaring fishes,
floating carelessly beneath its silky surface,
Loneliness never ceases...its the wall between you and others....

Words don't reach you,
Actions don't touch you,
Others don't exist in this lonely land,
There's just loneliness that's with you....

Hope is a distant emotion,
Nothing seems worthwhile,
Its just indifference all around,
Like there's some disconnection from the world...

For some,loneliness gives way to creative madness,
Opening a new world of fantasy,
For others,its like insanity,
With silent screams,wanting to be heard....

The heart grows cold,
Untouched for such a long time,
Mind is numbed,not wanting to be disturbed,
Like its sleeping all the while....

When it does wake,realization of a snapped bond emerges,
A raw cry erupts,slowly building up in intensity,
The desperation feels like someone is tearing apart your nerves,
You want to be heard,but all you hear is the soft giggle of loneliness....
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Hey people! Its my 50th post ! Yippeee!
Thank God I finished my 50th post before my blog became a year old :P
Hope I reach more such milestones with the help and support of all my regular readers!(And also those whom I threaten and bully to read my blog :P)

Cheers!
Have a happy week ahead! :)

Just a face?

On my way to college,while waiting for the bus,
I see a woman,neatly dressed.always carrying a little purse,
There is nothing striking about her,except her face,
Which is something extraordinary in so many ways....

Her eyes shine with serene kindness,
Her lips set in a stubborn line of firmness,
Her nose so sharp like it detects all flaws,
No wonder,I always stare at her in awe...

Nothing is disturbed about her,
Like perfection cannot be improved further,
Her presence gives a strange assurance,
Everyone I see nearby have only respect for her...

Whenever she doesn't come,my day has lesser cheer,
Like my inspiration has scuttered away somewhere,
I don't know who she is or where she lives,
No words are ever shared,a pleasant smile is all she gives....

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Sometimes,some unknown faces remain in our memories,although we might not really know about them.Maybe it could've been because of a distant resemblance to someone,their voice,or the way they walked.
While going to school,I used to see one woman who would be on her way for a morning walk.Something about her used to make me stare at her;(she had a prominent face).Gradually,she also started to smile at me,and thus our smile-acquintance began.What happened next?Well,my father got transferred to another place.:P

Although my poem is a piece of imagination,but still,I guess there must be some unknown person whose face you still remember...for any matter.Maybe they helped you in some way,or you both travel in the same bus each day....could be anyone.So is there?Do tell me if you've felt so drawn by an unknown face.:)

Cheers
Have a nice week ahead! :)

Its so painful !

Strapped like a prisoner,I sat still on the chair,
Fear tearing my heart into pieces,
My heart beat loud enough for everyone to hear,
But all I could do was pray....

A needle pricked somewhere in my body,
Then there was just numbness,
My vision darkened,my head felt light,
And I slowly drifted into drowsiness....

Someone was standing nearby,
Saying something I didn't understand,
From head to toe,he was dressed in white,
And I felt I had reached heaven....

Blood appeared in my mouth,
All salty and thick,
I felt my end is here,
When again,another needle pricked....

Like a video being rewound,
The darkness gradually eased and my vision cleared,
I turned when suddenly I heard a sound,
"Its okay now! Your bad tooth has been removed.."

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P.S: Hi people!
First of all our department(Electrical and Electronics Engineering) won the first place in the Cultural Programs of our college! Yippeeee! :)
Although I didn't contribute much to anything,still,I cheered like mad,till my throat went hoarse! :P

Secondly,I really have never had a tooth removed...but just had a "root canal" done once.:P

Cheers!
Have a happy week ahead! :)

When the wind blows

She stood tall,unafraid,
Unmoving lips speaking the words not said,
She looked almost peaceful,calm,
But inside her there was a raging storm...

She nursed her bruises,
She bore those bad curses,
But never again,she promised to herself with determination,
Never again,would this happen to anyone,

She was a mother,she still is,
But her murdered daughter she would always miss,
Murdered,at the hands of her husband's family,
She,at first,didn't believe that it was the reality...

Why?Why was her innocent daughter killed?
Didn't her little hands convey that she wanted to live?
Cold-bloodily strangled,her daughter was,
And all she lived was a few hours....

Now,she would fight,take her revenge,
Her daughter's murder,she would avenge,
She was killed because she was a daughter,
Now,she would fight because they killed her daughter...

Her elder daughter entered,along with the lawyer,
Who promised to help her avenge her daughter's murder,
The lawyer,a lady herself,helped her unending,
She would not let the murderers get away so easily....

Sometimes,we are carried away by the pleasant weather,
And we think it would always remain this way,
But when the winds blow too fast and strong,
Not much really lasts long...

Like this,perhaps many mistake the shy daughter-in-law,
To be silent and submissive,as she always was,
But when she takes a stand,nothing can shake her will,
She still can't understand fully,why her daughter was killed?
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Yes,female foeticide still happens.If not in the womb,then the innocent girl is killed within few hours of her birth.Not only it happens in rural areas,but its as much a reality in the urban areas too.Why?Why would you kill an innocent child just because its a girl?What can't a girl do when she grows up?

P.S:
The above poem is inspired by a story which I read in some supplementary of a newspaper.Though,perhaps,its not a full justice to the emotions of that woman on whom the poem is based...still,its just a try to recreate her emotions.:)

P.P.S:
Sorry for the lengthy poem,and the irregular pattern of the lines :P

Cheers!
Have a happy week ahead.
:)

Close your eyes....you won't see the knife

Run,don't stop,
Don't look at the blood dripping drop-by-drop,
Ah,you've fallen down,
But there's no help around....

Get up,don't turn around,
Don't try to look for the door you never found,
Run,faster....faster,
Your life may then last a little longer....

Oh! You're gone,you're gone!
You were a fool to run behind money,and in death,you'll be alone,
Anyway,what you lived was not worth calling a life,
Close your eyes now,you won't see the knife.....

Something pierced my skin,I could feel my nerves crawling,
There was no sound in my silent scream,
By and by,my mind cleared,like black clouds giving way to the sun,
And I heard someone say "It seems he collapsed due to nervous breakdown"

I heard someone gasp,probably my wife,
With whom I shared only strifes,
Probably the doctor told I would be fine soon enough,
As I heard the gasp disappear into a sigh of relief...

As days progressed,so did my health,
Ever since that dream,I cared for neither my job nor my wealth,
Now I cared for my friends and family,
As I realised,they would be the ones who would help me in all difficulties....


The day I was finally discharged,I was a happy person,
Smiling at anyone for no particular reason,
I had forgotten how close the nightmare had caused me my life,
Till I saw a small note on my dashboard,which said "Close your eyes,you won't see the knife"....

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"What was that?" is perhaps your first reaction to the above poem.Well,this is what happens when we run aimlessly behind money,pay package,promotions etc etc and forget how to live life.Yes,its a cliché.You've heard it thousands of times...heard about the mad cattle-like competitive world that kills the dreamer and hails the sharp-minds.But where does this life lead to?If one can't find time for the family,friends,or oneself,then its a waste of life!

What do you think?Is it right to work and work...and be like a zombie? Or just take a break?Come on! We should give time to ourselves too!Like doing something you would love to do that you haven't done for long (For eg; I have written a poem! :P .....{Oh Anu! You are so modest :D})

Keep smiling everyone....and keep praying for my practical exams too(Tuesday and Wednesday)! :P
Cheers
Have a Happy Week Ahead! :)

Even I loved someone....

Note:
I had forgotten about this poem of mine....until I read Ekam's new post!Okay...Here we go...


Fresh flowers bloom each day,
Beautifying my way,
The sunrise brings a new dawn,
But something inside me has gone...

Something inside me has gone,
Outside,everything is fine,but inside something is terribly wrong,
There is a strange fear,a strange insecurity,
The times seem to go on and on for eternity...

The times seem to go on and on for eternity,
There always persists a feeling of self-pity,
My story is known to no one,
Even I loved someone....

Even I loved someone,
And it was not just for some silly fun,
I loved him with all my heart and soul,
He made my life meaningful....

He made my life meaningful,
All those times when we were together were so wonderful,
I still love him,and would do so till the end,
Even though he lies somewhere,dead....

Even though he lies somewhere,dead,
I am glad he died a valiant death,
I visit him each day with flowers for his lonely grave,
But I feel proud,yes,he had been brave...

I feel proud,yes,he had been brave,
Everyone tells me to forget him and welcome each new day,
And although the sunrise brings a new dawn,
But something inside me has forever gone...

No forgivance

I raised my head to the sound of the doorbell ringing,
When the door opened,the cops were standing,
I knew why they had come at this time,
After all,it was me who had committed the crime.

The cops filed in slowly,
Looking around cautiously,
I kept my gaze low,
My guilt I didn't want to show.

They seemed to see me,but didn't react,
They went to the dreaded place where took place the criminal act,
Not a word was spoken,only nods and gazes,
The tension and pity showed on their faces...

It wouldn't have happened,this heinous murder,
If I hadn't been betrayed by my lover,
Or if I hadn't lost my job,
And if I hadn't lost all hopes..

It wouldn't have happened,if I had given love another chance,
Had believed in myself and taken a stance,
If only I would've been more productive,
The reason for the crime wouldn't have been that provocative..

The cops did their investigations,and I heard what they said,
"So young,this victim!" and for the peace of the deceased,they silently prayed,
But peace has since then left me,and my wrists are slit wide,
I wish I hadn't committed suicide....