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Tuesday, September 15, 2015


"Mother says"


Well!..this little girl came to me...twice or thrice to study during her summer holidays...I was looking forward to teach her..a week later she came upto me to tell me that she had to work...could not study...mother was not allowing, said she..
 "They study, not I
They watch cinema, not I,
They go to big shops, not I
They sit in big cars,  not I
They laugh a lot, not I
They smile a lot, not I
Teacher beat me
Everyone scold me;
Father abuse me;
Mother scare me
They say they got no money;
They fight.
They say I go to work
They take all the money I earn.
They give me not-
Sweets, clothes, food I like.
I do what they like.
They say I must marry.
Marry I must.
In borrowed clothes
And hollowness I don't know.
But I must be happy also.
I know not what happiness is about.
Diseases hurt me
Medicines- expensive.
There is a shiny box called TV
Where my troubles dissolve
Woaow! they show nice things-they have;
Pretty, pretty, pretty- I wish I had.
But we live low, we are very low.
They are supreme.
They move in big cars and apply nightly creams.
We work for them-they are our Gods.
Mother says I am a girl but I know not my faults".
A Dream

Snuggled up in your arms,
Whilst they envelop me
I doze off in a dreamy nap
In which it is only you whom I can see!

'We walk hand in hand,
On a lovely morning till dusk
And as we walk on the sand
We promise to transform our amour to a bust'

I feel a soft touch on my cheek,
It is so tender, so kind, it doesn't stop,
I open my eyes to find my seek-
It is your presence-our eyes lock.

I tell you of my diminutive dream,
You listen to it so intently,
You look at me quietly, I feel so meek,
And then you utter- "It'll be so"...so softly, so gently...
The name yet unknown (paternal grandmother)

Like the lapping of water,
Like the pealing of bells,
Like the angel's laughter,
Somewhere in the heavens, she dwells,
Such a memory she left me with,
I searched but I could never get,
With such a piece I go and sit,
Knowing that I shall never forget.
Come, lend me a hand
Else I shall drown,
Come, cast a spell with a wand,
And I shall meet you on a new dawn.
Memories!!!

There is a sadly sweet and a dreamy place...
Where beautiful and ghastly recollections dwell...
Where amidst life's dingy pace...
One would wish to pause and hear it tell...
Of my moments dreary and bright
And of the dark and desperate tours...
Taken through the alleys where you cried...
Remorseful, mournful, strangulating and painful
Wish the written could be erased?
Wish the harmonies could be more peaceful?
The difficult times that had blazed
You and now the mere ashes that are left...
Shall soon drift away...
Shall soon walk away...
Shall slowly make way...
For a bright new day where all this argent...
When happiness comes and kisses your feet
When your life has a greater ardent
When your mind, body and soul tired of defeat
Starts off anew, starts off afresh, starts off well...
Its a sheer matter of time's bend
And soon the dark dingy memoirs that swell
In creepy places shall seem far ends...