What Do You Think ....

        "This post is for Write Tribe's Festival of Words Day 7....Theme Woman "
                                                     

                                               

When you abandon me ,

In a dustbin ,

What do you think ,

Where would I go ,

To an orphanage or a burial ground ,

Or get adopted by a kind soul ,

Who unlike others wouldn’t  ignore my wailing sound .

When I grow up ,

What do you think ,

Where would I go ,

To a girl’s school or a co-ed one ,

 Public or private owned ,

As you have to save for your upcoming new born .

What do you think ,

About the next stop ,

Coz I have dreamt enough ,

With eyes dabbed in hope ,

To climb those coveted stairs ,

Displaying my flawless flair ,

For everything under the sun ,

Bestowed up with some crazy fun .

I know you must be worried ,

Now just too much ,

As a suitable guy  you have to search ,

What do you think  ,

Whom would I choose ,

Someone who cares for me ,

Or  preferred by the society .

If anything goes wrong ,

And again I am abandoned ,

What do you think ,

What would I do ,

Withstand every storm ,

Or get marooned .

I won’t ask again what do you think ,

As over the years , I connected those missing links ,

Which taught me  each time ,

To be patient and kind ,

But not ignoring the feelings of my mind ,

Which learned me to take every one’s care ,

But not snubbing off my success stairs ,

Which asked me to understand those hidden emotions ,

But exampled too to never brush off my intuitions ,

Which reminded me that I am a girl ,

Whose life moves on in an unexpected whirl ,

But also needed  me to know my worth ,

Coz tomorrow again if I give birth ,

To someone ,

For the people around ,

Who may not be a mirth ,

What do you think ,

Where would she go ,

Would she fight back or just stay low ,

Would she get everything deserves ,

Or simply be a privileged preserve .

What do you think ,

What would she wish to be ,

To accept the predefined path ,

Or battle for her destiny .

The Intruder....

                                         
    The gap was evidently visible . Giving a silent undeclared invitation . It wasn’t good to sneak into someone’s room .But yes ,it was desirable . First he took a careful look around . Dismissing anyone’s presence ,he barged in . Slowly with his hands held tight to the window pane ,he stabilized himself . The muscles of his hands twitched . Expelling out a short warm breath from within . Few drops of sweat clung to his forehead displaying the tension inside . Having his hands held steady by now he firmed his legs . Trying to maintain his poise just like an aggrieved soldier on the frontier . The wind started to blow by .Clouds clashed together. Bringing down rain drops with it . The coldness of the drops touched his skin and spread a shiver . He started to curse the almighty for being so irresponsible just for him all the time . Not even caring, not even bothering a single day .
Each time whenever he ventured for a new task , his life seemed like a bane . Miseries all around. With filth grunge and stain everywhere peace seems to have taken a toll . Surviving one more day seemed like a challenge . In this competitive world it wasn’t easy to find an engagement . Every young professional came up with some extra qualification . To leave the peer blank faced. Forget about the seniors. The less we talk the better . But whatever it is , life is all about survival of the fittest . And we have to continue this fight . Irrespective of our luck . Irrespective of our fate . So today ,here he was to continue his journey of survival again . If not for long ,at least one more day . To fulfill his needs . Coz nothing in this world is more dangerous than the pangs of hunger . They bite you , they burn you , they sting you , they pierce you . But they won’t let you escape . From their closed fists of rage . Unless you pacify them ,nothing else seems possible .
                Before it gets too dark . Before it gets too late . And before the windows finally shut down . Ignoring the twitching pain , he squeezed himself inside . That small gap was too alluring to be brushed off. Pulling himself part by part inside when he finally reached , he could sense a relief within . Of having overcome half of this intriguing task . Now the second half was left . Of searching for the victim . His eyes rolled around . Scanning every nook of the room . But nobody was seen . He bolted his lips in silence . Hiding in a secure place , he just waited for the right moments . For his victim to approach .
           With no time loss she arrived . He could hear the advancing footsteps . As they came closer his desire knew no bounds . They coerced him to take the plunge . To bite her gentle skin and satisfy the crave within . She sat down on her chair unaware of the savage intruder . Settling down slowly she started working on her lap top. When suddenly someone from behind dived in . A peculiar pain impinged her skin . Getting disturbed and perplexed she stood up fiercely and turned back . Seeing him in his old attire a disgust spread across her face . Lines of irritation could clearly be seen . But he was also adamant not wanting to give up . He flung with all his might . She also fought back . The duo continued to overpower each other . Once he and then she . Finally .…Bang , with a blow , it all ended . The journey ,the survival , the everyday battles , the life . In pale blanch lifeless manner the slain mosquito lay dead on the floor .

It Isn't...

It isn’t a sin to sell your body ,

But to trade your soul ,

It isn’t a mistake to ignore the world ,

But ignoring someone’s role .

It isn’t a blunder to ask for favors ,

But denying it to somebody in need ,

It isn’t a fault  enjoying in pub ,

But snubbing your wife instead .

It isn’t an error to cry forever ,

But doing it for the wrong one ,

It isn’t a goof to snap off ties ,

But making it a smart plan .

Nothing in this world is a sin in itself ,

But only if you think it to be ,

Coz human life isn’t just about the body ,

But a virtuous heart instead .

                        

              

Writer Finds ....Solace

When sentiments run high ,

And vocabulary low ,

When feelings subside ,

And the pace seems slow ,

Emotions get subsided ,

And continues  an erratic flow .

Open a blank page ,

Filling it up with words ,

Of every form and kind ,

Connecting flimsy strands .

Build up new grounds ,

For characters to spring up ,

Conveying what you can’t ,

Bestowing new hope ,

Slowly when they proceed to their destined end ,

A happiness spreads across ,

As nothing else you intend .

Far from the hype and hoopla ,

In some corner of mother earth ,

On a plain white paper ,

A Writer finds Solace….

Never Wanna Lose You...

[ This is a short story written in form of poetry about a working couple who live in different cities because of their professional obligations but try hard to keep their relationship steady irrespective of the challenges they face . ]

I don’t speak much and just ask you to  ,

As words with me are very few ,

Every morning when you wake me up ,

I wish the clock stops it’s ticktock ,

As I carve to hear your soft  voice ,

Freshened with emotions ,

And honeyed with love .

But , alas I need to rush downstairs ,

Or else I would miss the bus approaching in pairs ,

Where  literally I scramble for a seat ,

Achieving it  , makes my mood upbeat ,

If luckily ever I chance upon a window one ,

The mild breeze brings your memories with them ,

Filling my heart and soul with your thoughts ,

Slowly as I start getting engulfed ,

I think someone’s jealous …and that’s the driver as he honks ,

In random  absurd and crude manner ,

Coercing me to get down soon ,

And stop dreaming about our date …beneath the lovely moon ,

Dragging my feet I reach for the door ,

Running like a champion to reach my space ,

That has given me ,my worth deserving place ,

Tying all day on the computer screen ,

Don’t think sweet heart I have gotten mean ,

It’s so true that I don’t find time ,

To dial your number expressing my mind ,

Still every time when I pause for a moment ,

It’s your smile that melts away my laments ,

Every time when you remember my name ,

Those logical coding goes wrong in my brain ,

After the dusk as I come back ,

I wish you were with me , waiting in the flat ,

It’s ok..I manage thinking of you ,

 Eagerly expecting  your calls with  smiles renewed ,

But …if there’s some change in this routine ,

My heart escapes a beat within ,

Random thoughts occupy the psyche ,

Scarring me to hell  , restiveness takes a hype ,

A million times I check the phone’s screen ,

Praying lord for all signals to go green ,

Perplexed baffled dumbfounded I become ,

Hoping that nothing happens to my love ,

Wishing every second that you receive the call ,

And I get to hear your angelic voice my gal ,

I die a numerous times till you say ,

It’s  fine dear , things haven’t gone astray ,

I thank  the Almighty for just being there ,

And bestowing on us his unseen care ,

I may not say it as often as you do ,

But do believe me dear …. I never wanna lose you .

Hesitant Steps....

                                                       

Hesitant Steps ,

Quickened heart beats ,

With fear in her heart she crossed that busy street ,

Dressed up in white ,

Adorning a smile bright ,

She tried to hide her concerns ,

Of having come this far ,

Believing being guided by her lucky star .

As she stepped down the stairs ,

To make a new move ,

Her eyes met His ,

Interlacing  young dreams to get wove.

Leaning against the column ,

He too stepped aside ,

Signifying his actions of making a novel stride .

For seconds  when their vision ,

Got  glued with one another ,

Not words but silence ,

Just blended together .

Those moments of speechlessness ,

Expressed what they could ,

In a crowded platform ,

Leaving the two hearts marooned .

Slowly with passing times ,

Their emotions resembled famous  fables ,

Intended of being together ,

In spite of worldly wobbles .

Decades passed on and days were gone ,

Sometimes filled with roses ,

And sometimes swabbed in stones .

Life hasn’t always painted a rosy picture delight ,

Neither have been all mornings a bright ray of sunlight .

It had it’s own share of every right and wrong ,

But something that didn’t change ,

Is the trust that stood strong .

Which leaves them stranded ,

Even today at this age ,

In a solitary island or a crowded place .

Holding her wrinkled hands ,

Sitting by her side ,

He looked in the same manner ,

Into her deep pristine eyes ,

Feeling  her breaths escape ,

In that white gown’s crease .

He traveled  back to those days ,

When her face was blemish free .

Slowly as he watched ,

Life escaping closed fists ,

He wanted to bestow her with innumerable lovely gifts .

But again this time he couldn’t ,

And tightened his lips in silence .

Thanking her for coming ,

With him till today so far ,

Having overcome her fears ,

And believing in that star .

After she was gone ,

Like a little child he just wept ,

Coz decades ago for him ,

She had taken that Hesitant Step .