I am SHE

I usher a life to be

A mother---I am SHE.

But my birth, often gory
A daughter---I am SHE.

When I am to run family

An role model--- I am SHE.

 Chores for abuse as fee

A housewife--- I am SHE.

Serving truly his ‘husbandry'

A wife---I am SHE.

Still, I fail proving lucky

A widow--- I am SHE.

 

Holding hands, all in spree

A lover---I am SHE.

Not letting him to be on me

A bitch ---I am SHE.

Raising my child with all in me

Caring---I am SHE.

When grown, no time for me

An old prick then---I am SHE.

 

 

Unwanted 'push', the blood fiery

Tolerance---I am SHE.

No one wants a similar me

Cradle void---I am SHE.

 

 

 

Potent, I face dogma- blatant, tawdry

Raging fury, I fight social bigotry

I deal with men-shallow, paltry

Wiping the Wrong, i Forgive them-guilty

i am strong, and so wlll i be

I am WOMAN and I am proudly SHE.

 



THE WANT

[preview: i had been associated with some friends, akin sibling. but the force has gone weak! missing  them.]

I want to be with them

Four springs ago who came

In my verve.

Now that they are gone

Ties that held, are torn

And I starve.

Ragging set us off instep

Dragging is all that’s left

We moved far!

The link that bound them with me

Is dryly strangling our repartee

The gap is left ajar.

The bunch still does belong

But prick their words’ prong

I bleed dry!

I was mellowed by them all

Averse, I did build a wall

And all turned wry.

I want them back to me

With all the beam and glee

Like the oldest way!

But will the bridge be crafted?

Shall the peace be drafted?

The rhetoric is still to stay!



THUD!

[ preview: I went to a place. On my way back….]

The train, the ride, the thirst and heat, 

The halt, the shop, up from the seat.

The hurry, the money, so worthy a buy---

The whistle, the turn, the train moving by;

The panic, the rush, the want to climb board,

The grasp, the slip, the goliath lay floored!

The speed, the whoosh, the bang on train side,

The roll., the hurl, thrown out of the ride.

The hand, the knee, blood oozed out slow,

The scatter, the thwart, the ‘ahh’ed bellow:

The scramble, the grope, belongings spread ‘round,

The dust, the torn, but my laughter unbound!

The station, the wait, the concerned few men,

The cotton, the soak, to help was their yen.

The bench, the wait, sipping lemon tea:

The ponder, more laughs, how things can be!

The horn, the blow, arrived the next on line.

Same pace, towards home, incident entwined.

The share, the berate, friends stare in aghast,

Their question, my excuse, “the train was moving super fast”!

BONDED, BIZARRE!

[PREVIEW: how does it feel to meet your friend for just a moment ??? shall one crib abt the transitory meet or shall one live the emotions to the fullest? experienced it first hand--and so portrayed it, but metaphorically]

The pebble lies on the shore

The wave, afar, ragingly roar:

It’s coming.

It wakes, ready to sweep,

A slumber, not too deep---

No longer dreaming!

The water swirls up fast to splash

Gleaming white to have a bash,

Joy is brimming!

The froth, the solid, the usher and so

The whoosh, the hug, the smile galore:

Excitement summing.

Immense fun, abandoned glitch,

Moments weaving the priceless stitch

Memories forming!

Rapid receding, akin the come:

Hopeful adieu, tears some…

Sadness storming.

Melancholy struck, a lumpy throat:

Sunken heart, hopes afloat

The heart is strumming.

The wave, ebbed far, silently roar

The sand is wet, pebble still on shore

Linger continues humming.

DRAFTED ETERNITY

[ preview---boring class--need something to spice up, hence this piece: it dates back to 2007--n the title was suggested by my friend, kushal mehta!]

i had long wanted to feel you
touch you places forbidden
that lay hidden
from the world outside.
they so very enthrall me
that i am often found dumb
the high valleys , the deep curves
have all excited my nerves
for ages;
but now, when i stand so near
with just the skin covering you up, my dear
i am tense.
the brownness of your body
took me so unready
that i lay startled

as you invited me in
to commit the original sin
i felt divine
as i kissed you from head to toe
with the greed growing more and more
you tasted like wine!
you were tender and hard was i
nerves were taut as i made a try
to push open the curtain:

to get in there , you helped me out
with yourself wide spread out
carefully showing off the pink
it felt wet and mild
turned on , i felt wild
to the extreme
my maleness throbbed
as you robbed
me of my calm
.

you were biting on to my pride
i felt power inside
and felt brave and dared
to fill in you myself

your body shivered and you moaned
in joyful pain, when you groaned
i fell in love again
as you lay by me much quiet
after the prowl and hunt
just like a resting lionness
i thanked God for His grace
to have given me this moment-
the moment of eternal pleasure
the moment i would always treasure
.
the moment of extreme emotions
the moment of pure devotion
the moment of complete belonging to you
the moment of my life

comatosed, perennially

[preview: read so many mishaps in the paper---Irene being the latest---somehow the glum in the day made me recollect the disasters--so expressed in my own way!]


the gloom around forces me sad
robs me off the peace i had!
drains me out of fuel all,
tired fatigue slowly does crawl.
seeping in some pressure high,
breaths are gone, left are sigh.
drowning in the sea of hope:
bleakness in hand, nothing to grope.
the tunnel appears to run for long
blossom dead, pricks the prong.
winter falls, white and cold.
bright and sunny days are sold.
hurricanes and storms lash so hard
line is long, escape is barred.
metal rod hits the brain,
down now pours the bloody rain.
slowly. mildly the bell has gone
rumble merry---lost, forlorn.
lying covered in the ashes' heap:
stifled cry, and silenced weep.
my world is on its way to end.....
bad moon shone as a white crescent!
how i wish it be a nightmare
arms stretched in wild despair.
but alas! the house crashes down.
my body lies bloodstained brown.
under the debris, i rot to hell:
slowly loud, i hear the death bell!

Adulterated!

in the dark hours, i cry
i breathe hard as i lie
     naked, on the floor!
the flesh pole hitting me hard
plunging deeper, completely offguard
     with blood oozing more!
i shouted, i screamed out loud:
i even managed to pull a crowd
     to fetch me a drape ----
they gathered, watched so hushed
i bled, and yet none rushed
     lest they miss the rape!
pain grew strong and i grew weak,
i was drenched in blood vein's leak,
     turned into a mock for all:
carcass i had turned into then,
snatched, smothered, wildly bitten;
     yet tears failed to fall.

days came and passed by
it was then people came and made a try
     to help me get over:
but the nightmare haunts me still,
the grasp, the bite and the drill
     have slurred the inside, forever!