Sweethearts.

No matter where I am and wherever I go, you two would always be there safely tucked inside my heart, for time and tide can snatch away everything but never the two of you.

♥ I love you. ♥

Rag Doll is all I am

Ripped apart I am, again and again
Rag doll I become, for you to play
Robbed of my soul and my innocence
Ravaged I am, by you forever

Ravenous you are O! You Men!
Ripples of pleasure for you get
Raked by you from inside out
Repressed of life and everything I deserved

Rapist you are, still supported
Recluse I become for rest of my life
Ruptured, rummaged, and ransacked
Rumpled paper is what I become

Reduced I am to scavenged flesh
Rebuked forever by one and all
Rivers of emotions, not a tear to drop
Reprimanded I am for being born a girl

Ruthless behavior inflicted upon
Ruined, I repay for deeds of your
Rusted-I am considered so
Rutted road my future becomes

Rejoice, O! You Men! by changing dolls
Ruffians and rouges, you live long! For this
Rotten society will never reform
‘Rest in Peace’ is where I belong.

~*~

~My heart goes out to the brutally raped five your old girl. I don't know how to extend by help to her. I cried uncontrollably while penning this poem. It's 3:00 A.M now and I am unable to sleep. I just do not know what else to say. She became my muse tonight but I hate this to the core of my heart. I can only wish for a day when no such poem will be written. No human being deserves this. O! you Men! Please become a Human now else it will be too late...too late.

~Laxmi, You are the inspiration. Thanks for all your love, blessings, and wishes. But I am sorry as I could not gift you a happy poem. I feel terribly disturbed, miserable, and weak.

Signing off with a feeble hope that the girl will recover and would be able to lead a normal life again. But I am not sure how will she will be healed of her emotional and mental pain. I wonder will this society ever change? No matter how hard I try to think otherwise, the only answer I repeatedly get is a 'No'.

I better try to sleep now.

QuishMish in Quietude

"I shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. He shall be my squishy. Come here squishy!" ♥ -- Dory (Finding Nemo)

Poesy or something like that.

When summer ends 

This stupid love beholds 

Step by step masquerades 

Under the cover of some 

Dismantling York. 

City walls still 

Grow taller each day. 

Like those autumns leaves 

Golden and barren 

Torn in some corner-

The bricks fall upon 

Over the shelter 

That we call a home. 

Leaves lie there 

Trampled and torn. 

In the midst of those mist

When the eyes are blind 

How long can you preserve 

The memories of green? 

Gait you hands time and again 

Over the screen over the mane 

(How precise the way) 

You wipe out the glass 

Marks would stay forever to last. 

Mark! His name was so 

So I am Poesy 

We walked together on a road never born. 

To each we hid an eraser scented 

In our pockets with holes uncounted. 

All poems don’t leave a mark 

Nor all poets do have an arc. 

Poets and poems 

Perplexed and ambiguous. 

A rubix cube and a game of scrabble. 

Word beside word Doped in morphine 

An Orotund self and a periphery. 

Don’t we dwell in some falsified anecdote? 

Look at the freedom to call ourselves 

Poets or poems 

Whichever suits best

~♥~

P.S: Dug it out from the draft folder. Originally written on 15/2/2011. Never posted it before because I did not like it back then. I generally do not like my old write-ups and this is one poem which i never liked much. Hence it is a very rare case where i am kinda linking an old write up of mine which i have discarded long back and daring to post it now on my blog too  :) 

Obscure Love

Once upon a time, I saw you Kid. While I used to wait there for my bus, you dressed up prim and proper in your crisp school uniform went to school daily sitting in a rickshaw. There was this road beside the bus-stand from where the Rickshaw Puller used to take you ahead. I didn’t know where exactly the school was. All I knew was you. With your impish eyes you never really noticed me while on the other hand you have already stolen my heart away.

See! I even remember the details on your school bag. Red and blue in color. And lines of bright silver zips adorning it. Ah! You see Kid, I have not forgotten at all about the picture of your favorite Spiderman on it.

I am still in love with you even though many a year has passed in between the two of us. My heart still skips many a heart-beat thinking about you. The image of your impish eyes is stuck forever on my heart.

You must be a big boy by now. And must be very handsome too. Are not you my Kid? And I wonder would you ever like it to be called a Kid that too by an unknown lady who herself is in her late twenties! Ok what about me calling you a Big Kid then? See, I tell you; ‘Big Kid’ and just a ‘Kid’ are different. :D

And tell me one more thing my Big Kid! Will you please? Do they still send you to school tying you to the back of that rickshaw seat with that colorful bandhni dupatta?

I wish I could have told you how the impishness in your eyes has stolen my heart away!

~Dedicated to that 4/5 years old Autistic kid who I used to see on many days while waiting for my bus at Moolchand Bus-stand.