ode to the modern day women

early morning,
recession in mind,
lethargic body,
bulging tummy,
morning walks,
low fat breakfast,
husband's lunch and
son's tiffin,
all packed on time,
getting ready for office,
fumbling keys,
running after the bus,
just on time at office,
lots of work,
shouting boss,
a hard day,
skipping lunch,
evening time,
back home,
son's homework,
kitchen work,
hungry husband,
yawning face,
at last dinner,
no time for love,
morosed husband,
a scene of depression,
at last sleep,


morning arrives too soon,
a new day,
an old life,
and that's called life.

illusion

you ask me questions,
I give you answers,
you ask me more questions,
I give you more answers,
just dont ask me,
what's true or what's false
all I know
to make a round,
I go round and round,
only to fall around,
for I am inbetween illusion,
and illusionary realism................................

life

Under the spell of a drink,
he did plant a kiss,
and sucked the honey,
from the venomous rose,
his lips did swell
out of pain,
as blood oozed out slowly
from the veins,
as he glanced at those colourful eyes,
the glance did change to a fright,
for he saw the devil in her eyes,
with a smile she did turn,
mesmerising all at a chance,
she mixed charm with grace,
so none survived from the gaze,
he knew he belonged to the same race,
he merely laughed at his own folly,
as he awaited his death...
and she slowly walked away to another mate...

I am powerless

he asked for a rose,
all I gave him were thorns(in abundance)
he asked for freedom
and I put him into the bars of life,
he asked for dreams
I showed him paths of reality,
he asked for a mouthful of blue sky,
all I had was dark grey clouds to give,
he called for the music of springs,
I had those of cold winters,
he asked for a moment glory,
I gave him impending doom,
at last he asked for a plateful of food
to keep him alive,
to face all that I had given him,
but
I had given a burning hunger forever,

he didn't ask for anything else anymore,
he just said' don't call yourself God from now on'........

today I am very happy,
I am going to be married in the evening,
the whole house is full of relatives and friends,
there! I hear rolls of laughter,
must be somebody cracked a joke somewhere,
the haldi would start soon,
I have mehendi on my hands,
the colour has become quite dark,
all say my husband is going to love me lots,
my eyes are full of dreams,
some known ,some unknown,
we talked till late last night,
the dawn passed in a dreamy way,
ah! my mother is here,
with a plate full of sweets,
she has been quite busy today,
after all it's a her only daughter's marraige day,
she placed a kiss on my forehead,
a tear sparkled at the corner of her left eye,
I see it too, but am too busy to chat with my friends,
dad is in a hurry,
looking after all the last moment things,
he is the 'father' of the bride,
my heart just sank, to see dad's face,
my dad! my good old dad,
I am taking away his most precious possession,
you know what?
thats me,
with dreams in my eyes and hopes in my heart,
I will go, shedding the last tears for the day,
remembering my old days,
my rides on my dad's back,
mom running after me with a plate of food,
while I was getting late for school.....
I am going to build some new memories,
but my parents,
all they are left with old ones to relish....
.
.
.
may be one day I will have a daughter too...
may be then,
I will understand,
what they feel today.

momentary realization

last night as I walked
on the footpath of my dreams,
I saw a child crying of hunger,
a mother's eye full of despair,
an old woman lie dying,
a boy gazing at the sky,
in hope,
a girl's longing
for a bright new frock,
which she knew
her poor father couldn't afford,
and my eyes opened
at the sound of the alarm clock.

with i jolt I sat down on my bed,
and thought,
about the half drank milk
I leave everyday,
the money I squander
on my over filled wardrobe,
the parties i attend every week,
the food they throw on the street,
are they worth it?

what's the value of my life,
if I cant do something worthwhile...
with such a thought I sat down thinking...
I craved for the child's full stomach,
her mother's smile,
the old woman's recovery,
the boy's hope to be fulfilled,
the girl's happy face......

but I know
I would forget,
and join the party,
that's supposed to be on the next day
the realization is momentary
for deep inside I know
I am dead to the core............

A moment of hope

and it goes like this,
the songs of autumn fade
giving rise to winter winds,
not like the cool breezy
monsoon winds,
but cold chilly ones,
the birds migrated long ago,
to warmer lands,
guess they are afraid
to face the truth,
the tress are bare,
for they are saving
the last drops of water,
only I am left
with a white face,
shrinking body,
but an awakened mind,
migrating nowhere,
not hibernating,
not even saving,
for I have nothing,
just,
waiting for you,
counting every moment,
bearing the chill,
not for death,
I am too optimistic,
for that,
but for you
my dear spring.