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)