ME

I am me, just a spirit free....

I am the rays of the sun breaking through the dawn.
I am the wind that blows your hair on your face every morn.

I am the dew that shines like pearl on the light green leaf
I am the sea gulls call which breaks the quiet of the coral reef

I am the misty cloud with unshed tears on the earth to fall
I am the rainbow in the sky that brings cheer to one and all

I am the lush green trees that sway in the breeze with a melody sweet
I am the headstrong hill that stays so still with mysteries replete

I am the rivers that gushes, and flows and rushes to see her lovers face
I am the sea that stays, through tides it waits, for her warm embrace

I am nature, I am beauty, I am joy, all that and more is me.
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I am me, just a spirit free

DRAMA OF LIFE

Seconds turned into minutes
Minutes went hours way
At the blink of an eye the hours flew
And it was another day
Day turned into months
months graduated to years a little too fast
Before I could catch a breath
I was like a boat without a mast

I have been drifting along the waves
To go where the sea meets the sky
The more I try , the more it eludes
I wonder where I am headed and why

I have been spinning with the wheels of time
Since the day my journey I did start
Not knowing the story of the drama being played
Not knowing what exactly is my part

but amidst all life's confusion
One small thing I do know
From the dust I have come
To the dust will I go

WOMAN , EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE!

I sometimes wonder, when we were in the womb of our mothers, did we also worry then?

God, will my mother have an easy birth? Will the elder sibling feel jealous and left out? Will my granny be happy that a female child is born? There can be numerous questions worrying that small head of  a baby girl, but we have no means to know.

What we do know is that ever since her birth, in  all her various roles as a daughter, sister, girl friend, wife  mother, a woman has a habit of worrying. No, not for herself  but mainly for others. For all the people she holds dear.

Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but here we are discussing the general disposition of a woman. An ordinary woman like you and me.  A woman with a worrying mind, a sensitive heart and a beautiful soul.

Worry  they say, robs today of its joy. Worrying they say, is like sitting on a rocking chair which gives you something to do but doesn't get you anywhere. But tell me, who doesn't like sitting on a rocking chair? Knowing very well that it won't lead us anywhere, we still rock ourselves. Don't we? 

So is the case with worry. Of course it's an ideal situation if you don't worry at all. If you are always positive and brimming with self confidence. With not even the slightest hint of a dark cloud hovering on the horizon. Then I would say you are very lucky. More power to you. I wish I was like you. But I am not and so are many woman out there who are constantly worrying about one thing or the other.

To them I say...Go ahead woman, worry. Worry for that exam next day,  worry what to wear for the party next week, worry about the weight you have gained around your middle, worry for your husband's increment that you so are so eagerly waiting for, worry for that promotion you so deserve, worry for your sons project at school,  worry about your pet that you left behind on vacation, worry whether your maid will turn up tomorrow when you have guests for dinner......worry for all this and more!!!

Worry your pretty head, if you may. But while worrying, just remember one sentence. The one sentence that gives me faith to carry one, the one sentence that puts everything in the right perspective the one sentence that negates all the worrying and is the essence of it all..

"WOMAN, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE”

LOVE AT THAT FIRST SIGHT

Her face was unspoiled by beauty
Tresses like dark clouds haloed around
Her eyes honest and sincere
Concealed a mystery profound

Her gaze looked through my soul
My darkest secrets lay bare
Naked I felt before her
For eternity I just stood there

Its true she was no beauty
No poet would ever sing her praise
But there was some charisma about her
An epitome of poise and grace

She was as fresh as dew on the green leaf
As soft as the suns first ray
As sweet as the nectar in the flower
My heart at her feet now lay

I know not if I will ever know her
Or in my arms will I ever hold
I know not if we have a tomorrow together
Or it will remain my story untold

But I know I want her by my side
To hold her, to touch, to caress
This enigma that is now before me
For all my life I want to possess

What's this thirst that I can't quench
What's this yearning that won't go away
What's this fire that is all consuming
Is it love that's finally come my way?

TOGETHER WE ARE COMPLETE

She is all that I am not
Together we are Complete.
She's the moon that shines bright
me the dark night where we meet.

She is the cool breeze that rustles the leaves
me the tree that sways.
She the soft drops of seasons first shower
Me the child that plays

She is the dazzling summer sun
Me that sunflower that will bloom
She is happiness personified
Me the epitome of gloom.

She the river that rushes through
me the deep blue sea.
She as stable as the rocky hill
me like a bird, am free.

She is a beautiful nightingales song
A melody heart achingly sweet
me the rhythm all gone wrong
of a ballad incomplete.

She is all that I am not
Together we are complete.
God had plans for us to be one
Two hearts with the same heartbeat.

 

THE GIRL CHILD

They all decided to kill her
and she had yet to take her first breath
for she was guilty of being a girl 
so they sentenced her to death

But luck was on her side 
It’s too late, the doctor said
they took it in their stride
Deciding to let her live instead.

This is how she came to this world
God and luck had to play a part
but with time everything changed 
with her innocent smile she won their heart

Our little girl happily blossomed
in all their love and affection
Things were fine until the day
her brother came to get all attention

Everyone doted on him
and he was spoilt rotten
He got the best toys and games
While she was always forgotten

Our girl accepted the new equation 
that she was less than her brother 
but with her grit and determination 
she marched ahead without any bother.

She passed school in flying colours 
and wanted to study to be a doctor 
but brother education was more important 
Her ambition remained a mirage and mocked her.

In the college too she excelled
but before she could wear the graduation gown
she was by her family compelled 
To get married and settle down

So our not so little girl now 
had her own family to look after
she charmed her way in their hearts too
Her home reverberated with love and laughter

Soon there was good news in family
A flower was about to bloom
though it made her look ungainly
She fell in love with bud in her womb

Mother in law was over the moon
the father in law too was the same
an heir was to be born soon
He will carry on the family name

I will play cricket and football with my son
Proud would be father let everyone know
He will be an engineer and join my business 
my footsteps my son will follow

Her heart was filled with dread
when all their plans she did hear.
What if it’s a girl instead?
Her doubt she had to clear

Oh no, the first born cannot be a girl
They all very clearly said
Daughter after the son is all right
After all, we are broad minded

So if it's a girl you have to get rid
before it's too late to do so.
First born a daughter, we forbid
this we would like you to know.

Hearing this the would be mother 
Felt a rage fierce and wild
How can I with my own hands smother
the life out of my child?

As a daughter, sister and wife
Hundreds compromises I did make
but for once for my unborn child
the entire world I will forsake

My child is my flesh and blood
whatever be its gender
Nine months in my womb I will carry
to your pressure I will not surrender.

And because you cannot understand this
nothing from you I do expect
and I cannot live in a family
where for a woman there is no respect

You call her Durga, Kali and Laxmi
You give her a revered name
but if she is born in your family 
why does she bring you shame?

Girl or a boy is mine to keep now
in my child you have no more stake
I refuse even to find out the sex
this decision is entirely mine to make

With her head held high she walked out of house
Leaving all that was hers, behind
The child in the womb she did take with her
And the new found purpose in her mind.