Being a woman

Do you repent?

Yes I do

Why?

Because I am a woman.

You repent for being a woman?

I repent for being born a woman

In a society

Where love and trust

Are obsolete words.

Where desires find ventilation

In form of rape

Where trust is rewarded with betrayal

Where love accompanies honour-killing

Where there is no haven for children and minors

Dowry deaths and female infanticide are like the morning cup of tea.

So shouldn’t I repent?

Yes you should

Prompt came the reply

But you should curse your society

Not your birth.

Tears rolled down my cheeks

But my heart was throbbing

A cold chill ran down my spine

My voice was getting chocked

Fear was gripping me in its arms

God! I have dared to protest

Voice my opinion against injustice

What will happen next???

Messy me

I was never perfect for I never wanted to be one
Messed and whimsical
Like the tangles of my hair
I followed the rhythm of life
Winning the trophy or the first place
Never lured me
Imperfection always beckoned me
For this is what I called life.

Critics looked at me with scornful eyes
The sneers and  jibes
Never deterred me to follow my natural course
I could not become a doctor or an engineer
But my profession became a mother of all.

Yes I am teacher
Who can kindle light and hope
And the imperfect paths of my life
Stopped me from walking on the tight rope

GOOD MORNING

The peep of sunlight through the pains of your window

The disappearance of yesterday’s shadows

The warmth and the heat

Feeling through your curled bedsheet

A cup of coffee and a broad smile

Getting ready to walk the mile

Reading the newspaper

And reading stuffs that makes you happier

A bright day is here

Jump and start your work without fear.

Marriage

A coy bride

With all her self-esteem and pride

Is set to start a new life

Where she thinks there will be no strife

A life filled with love and understanding

Where there will be no room for misunderstanding.

Her bright and beautiful golden ornaments

Her special wedding garment

Makes her look like queen

But is it a symbol of ruin?

The beautiful bangles are the chains

That will bind her and never allow her to gain

In a society dominated by males

Where there is no respect for females.

People say marriage is the union of two hearts and souls

But can two opposite genders ever have a common goal?

Solitary mind

Some dreams are broken…

Before they are born.

Some hopes are lost

Before they are expected

Some hands set free

Before they are held

Some hearts are broken

Before they are loved

This is the reality of life

Where you are the puppets

Not in the hands of God

But in the hands of your loved ones

Where you give

And never think of return

Where you care

And never wish

To be paid back in your coin.

Oh! Destiny’s child

Hey! Woebegone

Wipe your tears

Paint your life

In your own colors

For you have come alone

And will go alone

Loneliness your company

Solitary is your state

Don’t wait and waste for someone

For good days will never come.