You are Worth it..

Standing in the corner, I could see,
someone staring at me from a distance
So complete he was,with every part intact.
I don't know why he smiled at me,
a strange look he had.
I had a thousand questions,
but my lips could not move.
Slowly, he came near me,
and asked me for my hand.
He expected me to talk,
I wish he knew I couldn't.

He did the same everyday,
hard to believe it was.
I wish I could tell him,
I am not the one.
Not as complete as he is,
not the one he deserves.
I stood there like a clay pigeon,
with a desire to fly,
Helpless I was.

It was ripping me apart,
sleepless nights and restless days.
Until one day, he came to me and said,
"I KNOW IT ALL,
AND SOMETIMES, YOU JUST DON'T NEED TO SAY IT"
he wiped my tears and held my hand,
and whispered in my ears,
"YOU MAKE ME COMPLETE"

Years passed,
I found myself,
my entity, my identity.
I felt stronger, I felt empowered.
With him, understanding did it all.
Sometimes, you need a person,
who does not make you feel less,
but brings in you,
the strength, the confidence.
And lets you believe,
that, 'YOU ARE WORTH IT"

A Bunch of Rats!

 I have a bunch of rats residing in my heart,

 they dance to every merriment,

 they make every moment count,

 they fill my world with contentment,

 and the pain is nowhere to be found.

There's one,the masterful of all,

who loves each one of them

with the core of her tiny heart.

The most lively one she is,

spreading smiles all over.

Keeping us intact is what she does,

making herself the special one.

There's one who likes to speak less,

but his actions say it all.

A strange affection he beholds,

his eyes say it all.

He is sincere, he carries a virtue.

The wholesomeness of his character,

makes him the finest of all.

There's one, the joyous of all,

He is the jubilant one,

who makes us laugh.

Making him different from others,

is his tenderness.

He fills our hearts with delight,

which makes him the treasured one.

There's a tiny one,

who's life is a secret to all,

she expresses less,cares more.
She is timid, She is hesitant.
Holding on to each one
is what she needs.
Beholding her friendship we stand,
cause she is the lovable one.



There's one who is our vim and vigor,
The one with the beer and skittles.
Getting along with everyone,
is what she does best.
high in spirits she is,
making her the desired one.

Bygone....

 Crispiness of the morning is not the same,

 birds don't chirp the way they did.

 The photographs have faded,

 the chuckles cannot be heard.

 Guitar strings are broken,

 the sour note is there with the bells on.

 a tear replacing the glitter of my eyes,

 taking as a gospel truth,

 that you are gone forever.....

 that tree and that bench,

 is still there as it was,

 that vehicle still moves on the road.

 those memories can never fade,

 those songs can never lose their color.

 your voice still echoes in my ears,

 not letting me believe,

 that you are gone forever..... 

 Not talking to you seems easy,

 losing a friend and a bond is not.

 assembling the shattered pieces,

 and scattering them again,

 is what i did,

 due to the fear of losing you.

 Repenting is not an option,

 guilt is no excuse.

 Cherishing the memories is all i can do,

as your eyes always say to me,

that you are gone forever....

Presence

Laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror
reflecting the affection and heed,
silence all around the corner,with the feeling of your presence
I behold your incense,mesmerized i feel,
There you are standing still,
laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror.

Turning back i see,your propinquity vanishing,
no longer there,no longer smiling
your warmth still in the air,
your arms still around me,
the presence vanishes,leaving me with the essence
laying your eyes at me,when I look into the mirror.

A Voice!

A voice for the little one's,
a voice for a cause,
they are abused,hurt and assaulted.
The harshness of realities entrap them,
leaving them horrified and exploited.
Protected nutshell is broken,
the shrewdness is revealed.
Be it mental,sexual or emotional,
the harassment cannot be healed.
From the cradle to the greenness,
from innocence to maturity,
passage is filled with hardships,
making the journey uneasy.
The beam of light,
becomes a horrible sight
losing the mental aplomb they stand,
instead of learning what is right.
Wide,scary eyes staring
weakens the psyche,
the pressure to perform well,
leads to the closing.
Reaching the adolescence,
is what becomes a sin,
a stranger,an acquaintance or a kin.
For every one of them,
an easy target is all they are,
killing their innocence,
pleasure is what they gain.
Books,which the hands should hold,
have brushes and mops.
The ambition,the heart should focus on,
has the dullness and lost hopes.
Dying are the aspirations,
fading are the beliefs.
Anticipating for a change,is here I appeal
Broaden your thoughts,
widen your sight.
Give them what they deserve,
they have the right to live,
raising a voice against child abuse
We can make a change that will help!!

..and then I lost everything!

It feels strange,it feels empty.

the way it happened,the way it ended,

things you said,things that I felt,

left me alone,and discontented.

I feel your presence,

each day and every night.

but I know you are gone,

leaving everything behind.

pleading you is worthless,

you have made up your mind,

all I want is your happiness,

be it with me or of any kind.

 

Gone is that essence,

brimming me with pain,

my heart is dreary,

thirsting for a little rain.

Loving you was all I knew,

now life is beyond imagination.

enclosed I am in the tears and sobs,

waiting for you is now my ambition.

In my dreams I still see you,

kissing my forehead,and wiping my tears.

to see you happy and smiling there,

I wish I could sleep for years.

Make a Difference..

LIFE is a prism,with colors permeated

prismatic is our world,with everything satiated.

fortunate are we with a life complete,

different from those who are incomplete.

They survive with everything limited,

having no land and shelter.

starving are they for a nibble,

surmising a miracle,that shall alter.

Tits and bits and shattered within,

are the kids with nothing to behold.

school bag is what we get,

"pick rags" is what they are told.

Taking a plunge is in our hands,

making their lives prismatic.

colors and happiness everywhere,

with a mere initiative and a stand.

 Make a difference,and see what you feel,

giving a hand and making them smile.

contentment shall surround you,

blissful you will be,

Fortunate is what now they can be,

for the completeness can be shared.

no one is incomplete now,

no one is bared.

NOTE: 

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