The Hope Poem!

“And here’s another one for women. Never give up! Hope is indeed a good word!”

Her eyes filled with Kajal*,

A spirit is Heaven’s bestow.

She’s a mother in her anchal*

Hope for life is a womb’s tow!

She’s the moon with her lights,

Her wings spread wide in starred flights.

Give a woman her blessed rights,

She’ll fly high and reach destined heights.

Weep for none and smile for life,

If breath gets heavy she’ll still be man’s precious wife.

Hope is gold and it’s us to spread its rife,

 Freedom’s hers and God spells it right!

Not some gun or a bleeding knife!

Give life a thought if it strikes your mind,

We are one and only faith can bind.

Don’t turn back and life’s never to rewind,

            Tomorrow’s yours only if you try to find!

Truth is to give ‘yourself’ some light,

If it gets dark you can still get it right.

All you need is just your will and might,

It’s never easy till you put up a peaceful fight! 

The Cry of ‘She!’- A Smile Indeed!

"This is for all women who've been abused, hope's a candle and light's just a smile away!"

She looks up to the sky,

The dark Mehandi enriched on a palm.

On her cheek sat a fly,

A sweeping wind to rest and calm!

The only daughter

to a smiling mother,

The Diyas to light the eve!

In debt would be a Father,

A bride soon to take his leave.

She looks up to the empty sky,

Shades of grey and yes! Ears are deaf!!?

If life could breathe a try,

She’ll paint a picture in a colorful shelf? Yes!

Her dreams are met in a man’s bed,

            Asleep was she in an earthly pled?

She said, ‘leave me please, I’m already dead.’

He said, ‘was that not what your father said when we wed?’

The word dowry in itself is a curse,

It’s just lusty men to find  a woman’s purse.

If life can play cards in reverse,

Breathe for a woman and then rehearse!

What’s a woman without a man?

If a man could speak for a woman!

Which in hell he seldom can,

And that’s how ‘SHE’ smiled as the men ran!

                                               

Her breath will breathe and yes it will,

            A girl to a woman is free to be!

Smile for God and her windmill,

‘She’ is indeed a plant with a tree.

                        And yea she gives life for FREE!’

and ‘SHE’ is a blessing indeed..!!!!

Willing to Die! – The Winter Friendship Poem

(This poem is dedicated to friendship which is far more than just a mere word! At least not to me!) 

PS: All lines amazingly written by "Friend" is indeed by a very talented poet and of course a very special friend! And we call her Indu Hari! "Another Friend" is of course the one you would guess! :-)

Friend:

“Crying for the love of God,

         In a place completely abroad.

                       Kissed by the black rose of death,

                                Woke me up startled with regrets.”

Another Friend:

“The sky is sadness,

            How pale am I in wilderness?

                     This bed spells of madness,

                            How forsaken am I in soberness?”

Friend:

I see the sunshine,

                But I don’t feel no warmth!

                            I see trees,

                 But I don’t see breeze!

         I see the snow,

                 But I don’t feel cold…

           I see children,

                     But don’t feel their bliss.

                 Suffocated from within,

                                Creeping me inside out!

Another Friend:

“Am I breathing better?

                  Or it’s just a tone!

                        Life’s indeed written with feathers,

                                       A call called hope is on the telephone.”

Friend:

“I went crazy,

         Waking up dazy!

                In the middle of the night,

                           Gifted with a poetic light!”

“As the moon rises,

                   And the sunset.

             Let’s talk about our lives,

                         And see where it gets!”

Another Friend:

“Not sure where this life heads,

           Yet I could relish a little breath.

                  We’ll stick needles with black threads,

                        And if life gets tragic, we’ll sing to death!!

  

Author’s Note:

Life writes tales with a grey cloud,

Indeed! A friend can hear you aloud!

Life has a meaning and just be proud,

   I’ll be there for you and I’ll say it aloud!

For None but You!

If roses can be tulips,

In your garden I’ll grow a tree.

If verses can rhyme with blue lips,

I’ll give you wings and set you free.

The sky is grey and so am I?

Feelings are just riddles and a madman’s lie.

The stars are dead and so am I?

On your wedding day I’ll gift myself a tie.

The bells are crying in disparity,

Alas! The isle is filled with spiders.

The ring is sold to love’s charity,

Doves now fly inside rotating gliders.

Your breath’s awful cold,

Its winter and you are an invisible bride.

If death could get us old,

Indeed I’ll wear a smile for your horrid pride.

Forget the hallway and the glitter,

Let’s just drown in this winter shiver.

If the wine gets frigid and bitter,

I’ll sell myself to buy you a new liver!

The ripple if I may sleep in,

You can waste yourself in gin.

If you was I and I was sin,

Whose life is sure to win?

Bleed not dear sky,

Why cry when you can sleep?

Fear not! O’ sorrow sky,

We’ll play a mime and my blood you can keep.

The pillow is speaking in whispers,

Why proclaim love when life’s just a river?

Breath is indeed a thorn of blisters,

Torn are dreams in this brittle winter sliver.

Till death will sure do no souls apart,

What’s in a poem and some broken heart?

What’s to end when there was never a start?

Why call it tragic when sadness is a word of art?

Today!

[Hope and a poem!]

The cold bed painted with a phobia,

An intervention could heal none.

Eyes seek warmth in a night’s euphoria,

Emptiness with the moon unites as one…

The rapture of fresh paint,

A wall sodomized with a stain…

All who preach are not always a saint,

The truth is what should sprout in a vein…

Cold is indeed an honest road,

Yet to take am I a lousy toad?

The world as such is greedy and bold,

Only cowards could walk this road of gold!

A road of gold if it just might not be,

How’d I to know till I try to succeed?

There is no ‘them’ and there is no ‘we’,

It’s just me to spout this life’s precious seed!

‘I’ am ‘MYSELF’ and who can best define?

The mirror looks brighter with some white wine.

If you've had your full, man you’re fine!!

Why drown in misery when you've got food to dine?

There’s a place that sends light,

A lighthouse to name a flight…

If things get wrong it’ll do right,

The race never ends till you put up a fight!

This lighthouse is your destination,

The sea is yours in your own probation.

If life’s a swelling, PS: a vacation!

Speak to yourself and buy your own ration…

If beans swell bigger you’re getting smart,

Critics just say cuz they are what I AM not…

If it gets worse, eat more and fart!

And to hell with insecurities, they’re just there to rot!

Papa

(For an amazing Father who's always been my strength... I Love You!)

Life is like a father,

Like mine’s like him too!

Someone who I could make prouder,

Yet he still fills my room with rue.

I am a son with a grey cape,

Yet I’d still put him to sleep in his drape.

He’s my superman and it’s on tape,

He’s strength when life’s a rape!

I wish I had lightning to bring more light,

Ah what the heck! I’ll still die to write him tides.

I am a son and I will for a father’s fight,

Ah the bird pecks! I am wingless without strides…

He’s my father and I am a son,

Nope! We are honest and we have no guns!

We've fought battles and seldom won,

But what the hell! we still share eggs with roasted buns…

He’s a smile I wear with hope,

Hope’s a word even when we got broke…

Yet the biggest gift is his strength to cope,

and yes he’s a friend I’d always like to poke!

Who needs a mother when he can fill the spot?

Who needs a lover when he’s life to tie a knot?

I’m sure as right and I mean post death still do us apart…

He’s a miracle to make my life even with it rots…

Motherland

She’s a place called heaven,
Her breath’s a song.
From the noon till the eleven,
In her name we sing along.

She’s a land of souvenirs,
The lakes to the rivers sing and cheer.
She’s a book read sincere,
Her breath’s a rhyme that’s clear.

She’s a mother that writes a book,
A book in pledge hands always shook.
The place where all Gods look,
Footprints our forefathers took.

Her fruit spelled with FREEDOM!
We are the seeds that sprout.
She’s the land of love and enriched wisdom,
Let’s celebrate without a rout!!!!