Heart’s nature, reflects ‘NATURE’

Find your match..

There exist the heart changeable like ‘CLOTHES’,      they are the hip-hop person,who entertains the most.                                                                                   From ‘good morning’s to ‘good night’, they are charged full.                                                                           Their lives take no worry..with variable choices, they are called ‘the cools’.                             They are never serious and honest..                      ..so, hardly ever complete any promise.

 

Second in my list, lie the heart with characteristics of H2O.                                                                       Make only friends, have no foes.                                   They mold themselves in accordance to situation,                                                                             taking advantage of time and people, is their thought and notion.                                                            They are not always cunning, may also be sweet and kind,                                                          Beware! Deal with such heart, with mind.

 

Comes next the unprectible heart as WEATHER..      seems cool now, and then can make you to shiver greater.                                                                   Pretends to be very serious and smart..              but simply, can’t easily gain any heart.       Unwantedly, you’ll feel the fear,                                better, in front of them, protective shields,one should wear.

 

Then there lie the least changeable heart like SEASON.                                                                              They have their particular and distinguished notion for every condition.                                   Very experienced and calm, the situational changes,they welcome and adorn.                                 Yes,can get violent, but are lovely as dawn.

 

Also there are found the persons with ‘ROCK-HEART’.                                                                            Have ‘no-change’ policy,                                                  their lives run in conspiracy.                                     Want the world to run on their conditions and terms..                                                                                          ..to others, they pay no concern.                        Gets weathered with time and never gets whole-hearted love and wariness..                       ..ultimately, all they gain at end is loneliness.

 

Life and Town

The day was yesterday, when I saw a bungalow house.                                                                            Huge enough, painted new;                                          but it could hardly attract only few.

The arch above the gate, was beautifully architeched.                                                              Boundaries were full with adorable light-lamps.     I stared and inspected things,                                  tried my best, and could find no laugh..but chills.

I noticed tall trees, green enough and shady.        The garden, full of bloomed flowers..                        but my eyes were trying to search any butterfly within the garden herb..                                                I also could not hear the bird’s chirp.

The marble floorings and wall tiles,                      amazed me for a short while.                                        I recalled me back from the distracting carpet, leading towards the door..                                         and stood still to get any clue;                                   of ‘chit-chats’ and talks,                                           but what I confronted was, only hue.

I opened the door and found an amazing interior!    Then, beside the furnitures, I noticed the photos in frames..

..ah! Moments trapped in glass. And hanged on wall..looked so lame.                                                      The bungalow was a huge piece to show..                     ..with no buzz, only emptiness, spreaded wide.       I didn’t feel any happiness inside!

Remembering the beautiful relation of Lovehood..we share…!

Remember your love ones..what you thinking..? Go and give them a grand hug. It will say everything…

 

Those eyes, I couldn’t ever glare                                       Even when they were continuous to stare.

The smile, which whenever is worn..                               ..A tear of satisfaction, my eyes adorn.

When one of us caught in hive..                                     Oh! How the other arm is always open wide.

From being the ‘most INTERESTING’..to the ‘most IRRITATING’ friends                                                        We share joy, sorrow, mischief and trends.

Ah! We can get distinction in giving expression, excuse, suggestion and notion.                                        ‘Sudden war’ and ‘sudden lust’ appears in “love emotion”.

‘Impatience’, ‘Insecurity’, ‘Imbalance’, are the signs of DEVOTION.                                                               Hope, it never fades with life’s motion.

The dream we grow, needs “OUR combination”.           To the question of success, ‘WE’ are the solution.

What I lived with you, is just a dot..that has to form a whole line                                                                 I wish in my mind, heart, day and night, you FOREVER Shine!

Here promises your ‘bestie’,                                  After death we’ll again be together as “ghosties”.

 

My eyes once more wants to swipe tears..

..Precious! I wish your smile spread forever, everywhere.

Oh! Let me cuddle you..                                  Remembering the beautiful relation of LOVEHOOD, we share..!

 

An Empty Gift Box!

   “Gift Boxes are more special than the GIFT. Have you ever noticed the ‘Gift Box of your gift?”

 Here I formed a new ‘GIFT BOX’.                                        For I can’t just wrap-up your gift.                         The ‘outerlook’  you’ll get as the first appearance             ..Thus, I try to spray all my creativity & love to bring up a lil’ twist!!

You should feel the ‘waao expression’..                        so the gift box should be ‘special creation’.                  Its my so..personal task, that I don’t allow anybody’s suggestion.                                                            I make it up, with my full devotion!

Here I am, Smiling BRIGHT                                               ..excited QUITE .                                                          But the DILEMMA is about to arrive.                         Not bad was the last year gift box, I formed             ..except that I could never fill it up with gifts!

What creation can I fit inside, as your gift?          What should I purchase?”, Gives my mind, a hard twist!                                                                                   Nothing I see like matching your gear..                                       or making my eyes blear.

Oh dear! I could never find that as PERFECT GIFT as YOU.                                                                                    What to leave? “Everything” I wish to give you.                                                                                         But I don’t know, what those “Everything” should be..?

I think, again this year will repeat  the last year’s issue..

I’ll fill the GIFT BOX, with part of MYSELF.

But, the box will seem EMPTY to you!

I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED !

Born with an ‘UNWANTED BIRTH RIGHT’, to pamper society’s ugly face.

My CHIDHOOD, ADOLESCENCE, ADULTHOOD, all nourished under somewhat dirty gaze.

I remember the neighbour who seemed like a curse..                                                                           Always wanted and persued to make me touch something ‘worse’.

The roadside bikers, I could never know..              today they seems QUITE, then they BLOW!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.        DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE NOT GIVEN ATTENTION.                                                                      I am by birth ‘ a remedy for man’s frustration!’

 

When I travelled, I confronted an auto-driver..           who made me very discomfort able with his expression.

Also I met severel people, a little generous..            Always there to stare my dress-up and offering suggestion!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN RETENTION.                                                                 I am by birth, ” a relieving part for men’s tension!”

 

What “Maternal”, what “Paternal”.. doesn’t mattered..                                                                        As I grew up, I saw, by anyone I can get slaughtered!

I wondered in shock to have a teacher                         talking SULTRY..oh what a dirty creature!

I had to remain “Shut-Up”..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN NO VALUES..BUT EXTENSION.                                           I am by birth, ” a platform for men to show Wildness & Expressions!”

 

My END might seem as ‘An Incidence’ to you..                But, it’s a full processed story                                              I am peeled, then squashed, broken and murdered thoroughly.

The world serve me as ‘a medicine for madness’ &..                                                                                                form ‘ a stock to stare’.                                           ‘A compulsive share-holder of enjoyment’ .              And..                                                                                        ‘ a toy to be played..’

Now NOT ABOUT THE AT-ONCE RAPE I FEAR..                       because I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED!                           

 

 

 

An Unnoticed Love Story

“Knowing, Understanding, Tolerance and Acceptance leads to LOVE.”

But love is not just about these.. 

A young plantlet peeped out from the soil .                 So soft was this reed, frightened a little                     was trying to remain straight, to avoid being coiled!

Her eyes below the leaves, were somehow pampering the ‘bright ⛅ sun light’.                          Very quite, trumbling slight, in heavy sounds, she heard a whistle..                                                              Next moment, the whistle came closure and crossed her leaves.                                                            It was for the FIRST time, she had touched the  BREEZE.

 

Forgetting the hard fight, smiling brighter than sun light,                                                                              was feeling the breeze, no more worried about standing ‘freeze’.

Breeze too, was feeling the excitement of plantlet.        He remained whole night, serving his new mate’!

To each other now they perfectly KNEW..                      about them, nature was getting some clue.

 

The plant has now knocked her maturity .                   Yellow-green, sophisticated still..she was beauty of the city.

She was now aware of nature’s rule;                        managed her living..                                                     she did not worry, why her breeze is sometimes warm, other times cool! 

But, breeze gets covered with some unwanted fear                                                                                     ..which dissolves when he comes in contact with his dear.

Both were UNDERSTANDING each-other’s  💓 heart..                                                                                      Now, to live apart was too…hard.

 

City’s beauty is now  tall-adult-tree.                         With ‘bird’s chirp’ & ‘blooming flowers’, she was never free.                                                                  Breeze tolerated the chirp, as he knew                            his tree loves, only his whistle..

Unwantedly the breeze blowed so harder.                But,                                                              TOLERATING it happily, the tree swinged..and never bothered.

Breeze again was covered with some unwanted fear..                                                                                                    to which tree was also aware..                              But she never wanted to give worry to her dear.

 

The tree is standing lonely from few-many days..     breeze haven’t made here, a single gaze! 

The next morning, tree saw her breeze coming as a strong storm.                                                                 Her ‘waiting eyes’, shined bright.                                      She heard the WHISTLE, which was today, quite wild.

Shrieking off her bird’s nest..she opened her arms wide..                                                          complaining, ” why you came this late?”                            She ACCEPTED in her arms, her soulmate.

Breeze’s fear came true..                                                           his tree fell down..and died!

 

Nature has got freezed,                                            for it had seen, how they KNEW each-other, UNDERSTOOD, TOLERATED, ACCEPTED and LOVED..                                                                               and that love has been sheared.

As Heavy Rain, nature is shedding off its Tears..!

Love is UNTRUE without ‘ SACRIFICE’.

 

 

An Indian Daughter

Who that is, who has born?

Oh ‘Goddess Laxmi’ has arrived in and as a little baby
Her fortune tells,
She’ll spread luck, honour and will remove shabby.
We’ll make our girl BOLD & STRONG
With this,
Her room’s prepared PINK and toys included DOLLS that drolls.
We’ll make her interactive, so admitted in ‘Co-ed.’
But precious,
You need not to talk to lad..as they are cruel.
Since you seems so bright, child you should learn ‘Medical Science’
And that you’ve turned adolescent,
You should know, you have to maintain ‘CERTAIN DISTANCE’..
Wisdom, Name, Fame, I pray your door they knock
But,
Cooking and Household should be your prime job.
You are princess, live as YOU Wish.
Remember,
You should wear only that, which is’nt noticed.
You are your monitor, you’re FREE in land
ABIDING by limitations of ‘Bangle-Monestry’ on your hand.
Be so great..and show the world!
But, only your marriadle character will decide our honour.
Oh girl! You are goddess to pray
You must listen abuse, words & fear from flay..!
Yeah mother, I got your words, the things you taught, came up late
But, I have understood what i’ve been made..
Not the GODDESS, nor to make me a WOMAN in GREAT anyone bothered,
They have again made..ONE MORE OF YOUR KIND..MOTHER !