Being you …..

Thousand eyes, see you girl
As go through twists and turns
Carrying a heavy heart
With scars and burns
Live each day for your dreams
Life is hard and unfair, it’s seems
Struggles between what you want and what your feel
Each day when you look into the mirror
A part of you tries to heal
As you look into your eyes
It seems
Being nice, comes with a price
And if you have a lover
You’ll always want forever
Doesn’t seem it works, that way
As you find yourself in middle of nowhere
Alone and broken to your dismay
Still in your heart, there’s a hope at last
As seasons change fast
If you are a girl, a lady or a women
What’s in your heart will remain the same
Yet through life, people say we change
If you feel displaced
Look into you and find your grace
Coz a broken girl is more beautiful
Then one locked inside the fence
Afraid to confront fears in her defense
Still if it’s hard for you to be in this race
Just take a time off,
Travel to a different place
Be unknown, be insignificant, and be vulnerable
Coz sometimes being clueless
Helps out to clear, all our mess

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Her Story ….

On a barren land, under a dried up tree
She sat to seek its shadow beneath
Protecting her baby from blistering heat
She prayed, “Oh Lord let the water drip
I pray for the clouds to fold
Sprinkle some shower on the shrunken land
I’ll come to you, to protect my infant”
With her saree she sheltered her child
Sucking mother’s milk, kid survived
Her soul crying for a sip of water
As every bit of water in her body
Turned into milk, to feed her kid
Embracing tight, to make him calm
A mother’s love is a mother love
With her will to look after
Her hug can be warm or soothing
Defending in heat or cold
With blurry eyes she caressed her kid
Kissed for the one last time
As her soul was about to exit
Even skies moaned and cried
Pleaded, let it rain for a while
How will the kid survive?
It didn’t rain, as it was never meant to
Left her kid on a dried up tree
For other half of the world
Look around on the other side
Or google it out at least
This is one of million stories
From Far East

Midnight Prostitute..

Every night as world is about to sleep
She is surrounded by devils weep
Hoping for her flesh to seek
Accompanied by a lonely moon
Skies creating an illusion of
Moon following her through the night
Like if it’s watching over her
Street dogs howling pretending to be wolves
Fast cars zooming through both lanes
Drunk men trolling the street, singing songs of their agonies
There she stood, in between a thin line of peace and chaos
Singing, “oh seekers! I am here for those who desire me
Come with me tonight, I’ll shall offer what you seek
With me you shall see wonders and believe miracles still exist
But for a night it shall be, flashing all your dreams
So come to me, coz tonight I am
Your lover, your mistress, your wife, your friend”
As she leaves her soul, to a place it belongs
Giving herself to strangers each night,
As they feed on her like wolves
Seldom leaving her with a feeling of care
Sometimes with bruised face
She thinks to herself, it’s just a temporary phase
It was not her choice, she was chosen
With the rise of dawn,
She sheds sins of the night
Cleanse herself to play another role
Role of a guardian it is
She does it for their smile and care
Little hands to hold
Mouths to feed
She lives in a world, which isn’t fair
A new day is a new battle, she say
Everything inside her melts
As she is greeted with a card that say
“Happy Mother’s Day”