Thursday 26 February 2015

D' candle is lit


 With a finger on chin,

often I think

made up of which element,

why she’s unique?

A dazzling dear metal,

or an adored alloy

has appeared as a star,

in academic sky


A miscalculation,

she’s emotionally blunt

with a tiny pebble’s hit,

she got badly hurt

Has a sensitive heart,

reacts to adrenaline surge

a sharp cerebral cortex,

to instantly buzz

Evidently priceless,

 a piece of antique

she is unique


Don’t look at it,

as my U-turn

or a restless run,

 in reverse direction

To arouse potentials,

from a sleeping mode

a trial to light a candle,

but d’ manner was odd
 No one needs to guide,

 dust and dirt can't hide

Her ideas,

taller than her height,

abundant energy to fight

A sparkling jewel,

will glitter on its own,

in diverse situations

Beyond d’ reach of critics

absolutely different,

she is unique


Won't suffice a tardy run,

race’s to a distant zone

Far away located d’ target,

speed limit
 not to cause a regret

A need for a lion’s chase,

ability must be appraised

Thus a wish to light d’ candle
in frosty breeze

 though hard to handle

yet a venture frantic

she is unique



Genuinely genius, girl prudent

tough to judge, just excellent

Crippled by own vices,

I’m unable to assess

umpteen aspirants’

icon of success

In no time, ought to  achieve,

professional peak

she is unique

Clouds in life

not for rain, not for storm,

but to paint

a colorful horizon

 Never mind,

she need not admit

but d' candle is lit


Evidently reach

 ineffable heights, fly along,

time will place her

where she belongs

Sunday 22 February 2015

A girl is born

No one whispered in my ears,
no warning given,
forever I’ll be looked down upon,
hinted by none,
No jubilation, no celebration,
no sweet distribution,
to God, no thanks given
I’m unceremoniously born
 Again born a girl,
unneeded, an alien
how to get rid of me,
 how to disown
its unclear, unknown
me, a girl infant born

To be battered or thrown,
or dumped in nearby drain
To be throttled or gagged,
flashed with acid,
 or to be flamed
left in a lonely lane or park,
to get devoured by jackals in dark
To be pushed from roof top,
or spill poison in tongue,
to bury in a pit alive,
or to a pond to be flung
Fact to be kept concealed
parenthood not be revealed
D’ confinement news,
 no one should learn
hush it up quietly,
be a clean person,
a girl is born
unwanted since a gamete,
or at any stage they detect it
to a MTP clinic, dragged my mom,
to get rid of me, an unsought item
My aspirations, my nightmares,
kept aside, ignored, no one cares
I’m not as good as a boy,
a cause of concern
boundaries erected, lines drawn,
Struggle at each step to stay alive,
an infant, toddler or a house wife
May be a surgeon,
or executive of dignified look
yet a gender bias query,
 if I can cook
my potentials never assessed,
no gravity given
a girl is born
The X allele gene in me,
my father’s contribution
If it was a Y,
I would have been a son
All would have been glad,
an SMS flash, 
born a brilliant lad
Escaped for some reason,
survived entire treason
a girl is born
  Happened nothing such,
now I’m grown up
but scared to face
d’ carnivorous folk
Born so healthy,
a baby full term,
to be flesh fond hyenas’
 food item!
My future in hibernation,
no way to ascertain
On forehead destiny exists,
written in concealed script
Eyelash to ash, all intact,
yet a scrutiny of my body parts
Sky may fall,
 any odd may happen,
I’m granted no freedom
Betrayed by values and terms
a girl is born
Quiet enjoyable
even a rabbit raising,
but it’s a curse,
a daughter upbringing
Petrified to rear me,
may end up in bankruptcy
A wastage, all my expenses
spend on food, fancy dress
Educational identity craze
a frantic run in a rat race
Finally a groom search project,
 send off with dignity and grace
my fate utterly uncertain,
a girl is born
Happily married!
 but an infertile husband,
as an ominous spinster,
I’m always blamed,
A divorce, then a remarriage
 in d’ offing
Who to unfold d’ real thing
How to establish,
my innocence
I’ve no fault,
how to convince!
 Supported by none
no trace of light for me,
in limitless horizon,
a girl is born 
                              

Sunday 15 February 2015

My words, final and binding



On way back from school

I asked my mom,

What’s the baby dog

doing in the slum
Mom got amused,
heartily she smiled
told its no doggy,
a piggy my child

Must be too naughty

I did jump and applaud,

But mom what’s it,

doing in d’ mud?

Its so hot!, 
a scorching sun
yet it wishes,
 to play and run
Its throat dried up,
has no water bottle
 amidst d’ mud,
saw little water
Gulps filthy water,

its mom, nowhere seen

why no pulling of ears,

and even no scolding

I will take it home,

give it a bounty shower

of course I’ll offer it

a jug of Bislery water

I’ll ask papa,
 to get two water cans,

One for me, 
and one for my friend

 Once seemly cleaned,

it will look good

I will make it taste,

our home made food

I’ll play with it,

we will make fun

I would like to feed it

milk, omelets and bun

Cakes, chocolates, sandwich

and hot cheese roll

It’ll be damn happy,

won’t go to mud at all

But it will take no time
to make a mess of our home
decency lacks in it,
thus it prefers d’ slum
 All its freedom,
 we will curtail
like Ishita's parrot,
put it in a jail
We will get one,
from d' super market,
but a strong and stout jail,
as per my choice

It is no jail,
it's known as a cage,
in your letter book,
given in "P" page 
Risky to keep it at home,
might carry H1N1 virus
have a running nose,
and a barking cough
During your play,
obviously it’ll sneeze
send virus to your breath
to contact d’ diseases
A sore throat, loaded nose, fever,
it’s d’ perilous swine flu
It abruptly attacks,
often gives no clue


U took me to Hospital,

forced for swine flu vaccine

"no pricks please", I cried,

U never listened

If vaccine is full proof,

and I've already taken,

then why don’t U allow,

to bring d' piggy home

Don’t eat my head,
absolutely nothing doing,
Piggy not permitted
at home
my words, final and binding