What are you brewing God,
We’re rather hungry here…
Lil girl’s poem
I want to roll up…like some ball…with my knees touching my chin….
want to whistle some classic songs to the wind,
tap my toes and clap my hands and make merry while I sing,
get a haircut with the latest fringe,
sit cuddled as i watch some old mythology movie,
stare at the shop windows with diamonds, pearls and rubies,
wish upon every broken star,
to take me someplace that’s very very far,
or maybe i should simply lay still and sleep,
i’ll meet all this and more in my dreams…
Leap
She stood in front of a huge chasm….and she had to jump on the other side. It was a big risk..the chasm was deep.
Probably sometimes, that leap of faith is needed. When you just close your eyes, give your best and take a leap…
She shivered and trembled…What if she fell down, broke all her bones, scratched and bruised herself??
But she couldnt turn back now…there were no roads left to go back and she anyway wanted to move forward and see what lies ahead….
So, she took a deep breath, focused on the other end….and Jumped!!
Art of Living life
They sit proudly in their flashy expensive cars,
With a headache brought forth by the mad traffic hours,
They wake up early and run for an hour,
To burn the calories they gained sitting at the bar,
They cringe when their son asks for help in homework,
For they’ve just finished the job their bosses had shirked,
It’s about who has the maximum Diamond’s, Platinum’s and other godforsaken stuff,
Whose got the height, the pout and the walk that can make heart’s hurt,
Whose job is the coolest, who’s dating the hottest dudette,
Whose bought an expensive property, whose travelling outside the country,
It’s not about how much I have and is it enough,
It’s about making sure the neighbours get Jealous,
So, they’ll pose for the third page, While the baby is with the maid,
They’ll compete for the A’s, on parent teacher days,
They’ll be trophy husband/wife playing the role of a perfect actor,
While their real love is lost somewhere in this Jungle,
There’s no end to this race,
They’ve mastered the art like an ace,
As I lean in the corner watching them make merry in the sham and the lies,
They’ve named it the “Art of living life”….
She…
She’s a Bird,
She’s got several shades…
From bright yellows
To melancholy greys…
She laughs, giggles and sings,
Sketches alone is her lodging…
Her arms wide open,
She hugs the wild wind,
They are sisters,
Or so she thinks…
She’s travelled a lot,
watching the world,
She’s observed the change in her,
With life’s twists and twirls…
She gives two hoots to the world,
Their views and frustrations,
She follow her heart,
Going wherever it takes her….
A strand on her face,
A gleam in her eyes,
That pencil between her fingers,
And a cup with melted ice….
Someday would bring it all to an end,
When her eyelashes decide never to part,
Till then she’s happy as a nomad,
With an obstinate but adorable heart…
“Frankly my dear! I dont give a damn!” - Rhett Butler
Why this paint, if beauty lies inert,
Why the fake smiles and polished words,
Why should I convince the nerds,
Who I am and What I’m worth…
Why socialise with jerks,
Who try to measure my worth,
There’s no dearth of wannabes in the world,
Oh, please leave me unearthed ….
I dont and wont have an ID stamped,
and refuse to be some altar’s lamb,
I may not be perfect for your plan,
But “Frankly my dear! I dont give a damn”
We’ll grow up
From broken tooth to scratched knees..
We’re growing up..
From scratched knees to Broken hearts…
We’re growinag up…
From broken hearts to hurt egos…
We’re growing up…
From hurt ego’s to further resolves…
we’re growing up…
From further resolves to Little failures.
We’ll grow up…
From little failures to kid’s first trophy,
we’ll grow up….
from kids first trophy to our first white hair,
we’ll grow up…
From the first white hair to an ebony walking stick
we’ll grow up…
From the walking stick to broken tooth again…
and yet…
…………..We wouldnt have grown up enough…
Tears
All this while adjusting, listening, giving up had battered her soul….how much can you bend? how much can you give in? how much can you sacrifice?….there comes a time when the world should stop and let the person rest before it starts inflicting wounds again….but it just wasnt happening in her case…
She looked up, showed her fist to the sky and screamed….YOU CANT DEFEAT ME! No! You CANT!! Get THAT!!! before she crashed on her knees crying…
She didn’t just burst the bubble around her. She held onto it so she could make sure she ripped it apart. It was much thicker than she thought it would be, much more cutting than her skin was ready for. ‘Need any help?’ he asked after several double takes. She wanted to answer except she’d lose…
“I guess my own set of rules will be enough” she said…
“and”…she added…
“I wont be needing those dictums of the world”
