THE FIGHTER

As a result of some adolescent stirring of teen age,
Excessive intoxication,indisciplined food habits,
Ignorance,  careless and carried away life style,
Certain deficits and defects created in her physical mechanism,
Or one can say a monster entered in to and seized her body.

The monster wanted arbitrariness over her life,
To carry out its vicious acts and  mischievous intentions.
 It molested different stings of her inner organs,at different times,
At times hammering, or stinging  with hundred needles,
Or igniting fire even inside the bone marrow  or in the blood stream.

It did all efforts to strand her mind and soul ,
Inside her body and obstruct her thought process,
It wished to control the compass of her brain,
And to direct the flow of her thought focused only towards her body,
 Without leaving any time or mind for peace.

She was paying heavily for the blunders of her past,
Like everyone having casual approach towards life in early days,
Pays forcefully and definitely in an after age.

But her soul revolted and forced it to lie low,
With her raised will power and positive outlook,
And she succeeded to make her soul roam outside her body,
Among this beautiful world, love, happiness, her bearings, her friends
Undermining the pain she was going through the great lady,
She marched ahead to collect small patches of pleasures among pain,
And created poetries with the combination.

THE ONLY TRUTH

We have born here , here we will die one day ,
Whatsoever actions we make in our way.
                          We will live as long as our life line stress,
                           With approaching happiness or distress.
Whatsoever social status may have you ,
Will you be able to baffle death which is true ?
                           We for the beauty and youth become proud,
                            Will not it cease one day by the hint of God ?
Worldly wealth that we people posses,
Will never prevent us from death sentences.
                            Wife , son, daughter, brother,sister or any other,
                             Would never hold our hand and make us immortal forever.
We may become proud that so famous are we,
Will this popularity make us from death's clutches free
                           Warriors,dictators and  mighty rulers of this earth,
                           Were they able to avoid and survived from death's wrath.
We have seen Prophet Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha on this earth,
Were these pious souls did not face death ?
                          Whatever power or position or wealth may you have,
                           Will not be able to buy for you a permanent life.
We at the end of our life sure will meet death,
Which is of-course the first and only truth. 

THE UNIQUE

Not necessitous of extol,
You are the queen of beauty ,
Lively and plentiful of youth and exuberance
A conoclast of modesty like sixteenth century women,
Self-respecting in nature,
Thus hesitant to confront me ,
Feel shy and go away on being praised,
Though I do not ever admire unworthy,
And you do not need to be flattered.

Hard  from outside like coconut,
But soft and sweet in your heart,
Your voice melodious like a cuckoo,
Singing in spring time from a distance,
Praying and begging attention of her lover.
Cautious, careful and miser to talk,
But open out your heart when you speak,
A smile hangs  on your lips,
In reply to many of my words,
As many of me often replied by a few.

Anger comes explosively,unprovoked but I know,
It is always fake, superficial and showy,
Due to deep love for me in you ,
And huge belief in my love for you,
When you want a bit coaxing from me,
Or may be just for some fun.
I  do not hesitate to butter you,
You too it seems stays mentally prepared,
 To surrender to my supplication.

To search a compare of you
Would be imbecility on my part,
Only you are the match of yourself,
As you are the only one and unique under the sun.

THE DARLING OF DARKNESS

The evening is approaching,
The sun is going to finish its journey of the day in the western horizon,
The sky is blazing in scarlet tinge.

The sun light pinches her body and eyes,
Therefore she waits for the approach of night so eagerly,
At the day end she shuns laziness and prepares for her quest of a new victim.

She is in fact a darling of darkness, a devotee of the Satan,
A blood thirsty Dracula follower,
She is a beautiful blunder, an attractive destruction,
She is a cup of poison, a layer of honey on  surface.

She is here with her camouflage beauty and supple youth,
And is confident of her ingénue face and sweet voice,
Knows someone will definitely fall to her trap of phantasmagoria,
And then she would satisfy her biological needs.

She is a lesson to those who take in to superficial appearance,
And eloquently spoken words ,
Experience is a good school but the fees are high,
But here the fee is as high as death.

Sometimes things are not like that as they appear to be,
But some people see them the way they wish them to see,
They see with their eyes and feel with their heart,
And do not wish to use brain before they leap,
She is waiting for one man of such type.

A mountain looks splendid from a distance,
A trumpet sounds sweet  from a distance,
The reality is realized from privity,
Beauty lies in our eyes,
I sympathize the probable poor victim,
But it is his destiny, I pray for him.

Step up to the mic

Its not vital to be on the mic,
Not significant to perform on a stage,
But it  matters what one want to say,
How big way and new one's words ,
Opinions, benefit,inspire,awake the world.
Just singing a song ,delivering a speech
Or reading out a poem,
Without affecting  the course of time,
May gather claps of encouragement,
But a permanent impact matters most.
The claps before the performance,
Or the applaud after the delivery,
Matters when one becomes talk of the town.
Its not great to be important,
But it is important to be  great.

MY QUEEN

My queen,
The ruler of my soul,
The best woman I ever see,
The numero uno person of my life.
I need no praise, nor flatter,
To narrate how you are,
The simple truths about you ,
Would be sufficient to prove,
You to be the unparalleled and the unique,
Woman ever born on the earth.
God carefully crafted you,done all hard works
Keeping in mind to make one the best,
In all regards,beauty and youth,
Wisdom,cleverness and smartness.
My life, my existence,my entity,
Would be unfulfilled,half and unimaginable without you,
As you are the vibration of my heart,
The bits of my pulse,the inspiration of life,
The rhythm of my poems,theme of my story.
My life, my crown, my kingdom,
Owe your gracious presence in them,
No doubt I am the king around here,
But you are an uncrowned ruler,my queen.

THE STRUGGLER

A struggler by birth,
She born to a family,
That had a hand to mouth earning,
With counted loaf of bread,
And measured cups of milk,
Not to think about fish or meat,
Forget about festivity and celebrations,
Or about a save for the rainy days.(1)
In her childhood days,
She stayed cool and assured,
To get better next time, next month,next year,
That was never to come,
But made her learned to manage,to compromise,
With food, cloths, books, shoes everything,
And was forcefully satisfied.(2)
Everyday  sabre rattling between her parents,
Due to poverty, scarcity and his addiction to alcohol,
Nurtured a frightened childhood,
Matured her early for the responsibilities,
Of the younger ones,their hunger,their tears.(3)
As a dreamer by birth,
She was hopeful and expectant,
Of changing the world around her periphery,
Her household, younger brothers and sisters,
With her education, determination and dedication.(4)
With a mission in her mind,
She joined an affordable government school,
Not so reputed but close to her house,
And obtained a certificate of distinction,
Gold medals for extraordinary performances.(5)
Her dreams shattered,
By the corruption,nepotism,favouritism rampant in the society,
Each time she faced an interview for a government job.
Her hopes tattered,
As she did not have extra qualification as such,
A minister's letter or a phone call from a high official,
And lacked vitamin 'M' ,
To support her certificates and gold medals.(6)
When she was over-aged for the government jobs,
She joined a private hospital,
To work as a nurse and assured herself,
"Service to mankind is a service to God,
I am serving God, it is great in itself".(7)
For love, romance and marriage,
She had neither time nor mind to spare,
They remained fantasies for her,
Her responsibilities as the eldest,
Towards  younger ones after the early departure of her parents,
Their bread, butter,milk,oil, rice flour,
Books,copies, school fees, medicine,
Never allowed her instincts, personal desires,
To top her priority list.(8)
May you count her to be,
An unfortunate loser,
But as per me she never lost,
Her hopes, confidence or patience,
Or battered her character,dignity or self respect,
To have a better life for herself only,
And willingly remained answerable,
But never she questioned anyone.
Definitely she is a struggler,
Undoubtedly a winner as well.(9)