The Shame

She loves her country


And is proud of the strides it makes

But scratch the surface a bit

And she finds nothing but a land lying waste



“No child labour allowed “

A proud sign outside an office declares

Yet in she walks and she’s faced

With the sight of a kid happily brushing away at a ledge



She wonders for what the deception?

Why the big façade?

Why bother to say something

When if that suit you best that’s what you are?



Someone who should be in school

Is so happy to just have a job

Not able to see through the exploitation

Cheerfully lives the dream he bought



And she looks on this from the outside

And realizes this is a one-off case not

And she bleeds cos she seem to have not

The courage and strength to fight this off.

Suspense

There you are

Old wound which is now just a faint scar

So old in fact that

One struggles to remember how long back far

But you exist and I know you watch me

Suddenly out of the blue

You pop on my frequent contact list

And I wonder how, when I never ping you?

The silent opening and closing of a chat

A wish to reach out

And yet a will to not

Leaves me wondering what you would like to say and do not.

Not that it would change things

But it would be nice to speak

Maybe as nothing more than an acquaintance

At least it would end any of the “what did he want to say anyway” suspense

Lonely on the way up!

They did not like her growth


So they try to pull her down the steps those

Stories of her abound

Things she never said nor found!



She plods on nevertheless

Trying to focus on those who know her best

But day by day that number dwindle

As they find their mates who need them next



Jealousy was supposed to be

The past time of a wrench

Here however she finds

Jealousy is what all around her know best



She still tries to maintain her calm

And be happy with what she’s got

But she’s stunned everytime

Someone she thought knew her stings her next



For what lesson is life trying to teach her

That wicked people exist she knows

But if they want her to turn next

That’s a path she is not willing to take.

Losing a Friend.

Past and gone
Yet always known
Always felt
Not necessarily missed
But at times, wished.
Wished things had been different
Maybe wished Id never changed my mind
That only friends we'd remained
But why over spilt milk
Should I cry

It's true-
we made better friends than anything more
What pushes us then to hope and pray
why must one's best friend be one's mate?
I miss the friend!
Suddenly tumble on memories old
Remember a kind word or comment left
A small compliment maybe to feel it was true.

And then I miss the friend
I see you struggle with it too
Fate so cruel to have us placed
Not in the same city alone, but in the same sphere
We come face to face
And avert our eyes
One in anger the other in shame
But both are left grasping for that time

That time when we spoke for hours on end
Took walks and wished never to part
All our friendship out of the window gone
no ways to undo the events of the past.
I wish we could speak again
You try to speak but it's not the same
I feel you're trying to make amends
Or out of forced will you take the time

Wish it were'nt so
Makes me wonder where the "true friend" went
Or did i misread the signs as always
was being just friends never your intent?
Did you string me along and- did I blindly believe
Why are'nt things more black and white?
Grey's confuse me- I then believe what I like
And before I realise, it's too late
I've also lost what I thought was mine.

Under Attack

And you may think I'm talking war,
But to think so simply helps not my cause
For external affaris are all thought of
What no one pays heed to are internal faults.

A girl gets stripped of all her decency and more
You may say this is a known ill
But that it takes the most barbaric force
For us to take note,, is this not us under seige?

Basic rights violated, Basic needs ignored
All our morals flushed down the drain
And we live with the mentality of survival of the best
We survived today, the one hurt was someone else
Such apathy, such mistrust in fate

For we seem to believe
it would never be us,
It happens to the careless, it happens to those who provoke!!
It happens to people who take risks unknown.

And so people mourn the dead
protest, show anger and say the right things
while keeping these thoughts in their heads
I say one thing people, you are no safe.

These criminals lurk within the safety of these false concepts
It's not the external measures but what out society promotes and fosters that protects.
So teach your kids values, every little effort helps
Tell them right from wrong and pray your neighbour does the same
We are no longer at most harm from outside
Its our society, beliefs,customs under attack from within

Snob

They will not talk to her


They do look at her

They wonder who she is and where she comes from

A stranger in her own land

Sometimes a curse and sometimes a boon



She sits quietly with her lunch

Her back to them all

She is tired of the constant gazes and curious eyes she sees

She wants none of it today



Her friends are on leave

Hence she feels the eyes even more

She tries to not think about them

But its easier with company on her hand



They finally guess she’s just alone

They also make a conjecture on her character

Quite the snob they think let her be

We have plenty without her you see



She wishes they would’nt judge her so

That her differences are more of accents and lisps than pride

That she’s just normal and one of them all

But the constant speculation puts her off

She would rather not explain herself anymore

Why must she fight for acceptance with every single soul?

Had she been just the same would they have cared

But now a snob have they her named



So she sits quietly with her back to them

Blocking out the sounds of friendly laughter and cheer

Wishing there was someone she knew

Who would in this vast unfriendly world make her feel at home.

Daddy's Little Girl

She tries her best
To make it on her own
She feels the world
At her feet now bows.

For she is now grown
and has learnt a lot along the way
She feels all safe and secure
For she knows there's someone who cares.

A nice strong man
who has always cleaned her path for her
Has rid the road of thorns
And tried to carpet the world

He has anticipated she would walk
He has anticipated what she would do
He has aspired and dreamt
Of what when she's grown she will do

And now he watches
With pride from the shadows as she twirls
She does not know
That before she tried to them command he already had tamed the troublemakers

Always watching out
Planning and anticipating
Wanting to protect but knowing he must let go
if he wants her to always be Daddy's little girl!

Dream!

Dream, dream of a better place.
Thoughts turn your actions
Maybe they can change the pace.

You look around you -
All you see is lost faith;
But dream on I say,
You never know what you might help take place.

Do not lose hope,
Cos when the night's darkest, that's when the sun peeks out they say.
Keep working and striving,
Keep dreaming your world into place.

You may not move mountains-
You may not even move your town!
But dreaming gives inspiration-
To all your aspiration yet to be found.

So dream away I say!
You don't have to change the world.
Make a small start if that's what it takes
And you may just leave a small mark, leave someone touched.

A poem for a change.

I did something interesting last night, I doubt anyone has done this yet, but maybe they have I dont know. It was a first for me. I had a dream which woke me up at 4 and it kind of gave me the first line/inspiration for a poem. This has not happened for the first time but earlier I had put my self to sleep again saying I will remember it later, which never happened. So this time around I actually SMSed the poem to myself (I'm not so crazy that I'd wake up to put it down in my blog immediately) so here it is. Please for heaven's sake don't send me brickbats for it. I usually am more balanced than this poem suggests.

Ohh heart be still,
I've heard you long enough , now listen to my mind instead-
Love is not a game, its a battlefield
With strategies and victories and defeats thrown in.

Ohh heart don't beat so
You're making me bleed.
It's time an equal was found, an alliance was made not just a dalliance
Why must you speak when not required? It's time you let the adults think.

Ohh heart be still don't yearn no more
It's time something was earned
and to do has never been your forte still
Let whatever wisdom accumulated shine through
You just be still and watch the till.

Ohh heart, stop! Don't beat
You've made me make mistakes so far
I've had disappointments and hopes and then some more.
I can't take it anymore I'm sure - just be still
Don't beat for fear that the next defeat may me kill.

That's it folks. Now you've seen the poetic side of me though there's a whole different blog for that in another place already :D Thought I'd give you a taste of that side of me and anyone who wants more feel free to let me know and I will share the link with you. However if you are smart enough you will dig it up yourself. :)

Life's simple

A toddler learning to walk,
Talking to explain its wants.
Going to school to learn
Learning to try and make a mark.
Fighting to find an identity
finding an identity to fit
Fitting in to gain company
Finding company to belong.
Belonging to share mutual thoughts
Thinking to evolve
Evolving to find a meaning -
Meaning to change the world.

Born in different places-
looking for the same things,
Life's simple, just be strong!

The nation breathes

The arena is lit

A long wait for the gladiators,

many battles fought and won.

they had better be won bcos a loss means the end

end of the road, end of what they toiled for-

and a long wait for another 4 years;

but these two bands of men have made it this far

the ultimate in their field awaits-

They know what it took to get then there...

the physical test being nothing compared to the mental one,

Months of conjecture, and strategy

Years of criticism and allegations

Why even now when they have won a battle they are questioned about its authenticity

yet they toil

do they do it for themselves or the the pride of the nation?

do they still care about the people who question

or did they just prove a point to the unbelieving

and what do they know who sit on the outside?

do they watch the daily fights against all odds,

the struggle to live as a coherent unit

the strength to believe what they must to win

and go on with a dogged determination

till they reach the peak

and then the nation breathes!

she must wait.....

Tremble little leaves

cos what winds do blow

the tidings they bring, how fate does turn

one by one she sees her friends fall

either victim to demands of society or happy in a new found love

what decides this and why such discrimination??????

she had loved them one and all

since the days they sang as choir girls

to the time they wept in her embrace

tears of joy or fear of the unknown?

what thoughts provoke them out of their homes?

away from all they have known and all that has been

she wonders for she does not know-

watching her friend bid all goodbye

the conflict between the tears and the smile

she knows not how to react and watches spellbound

the questions still weighing heavily on her mind,

a child waiting to watch yet another butterfly rise

would it reach the sun or the wings burn?????

she knows not what to say when its her turn,

"adieu" says her friend with a peck on the cheek-

a little dazed and very confused

trying to gain the answers from unknown signs

she must wait cos she does not know.

A Curse (an original work by me)

I was minding my business,
making Sure I kept my head low,
but I still attracted the evil eye
of the person whose house i cleant;
And now my life is ruined--
All he has to do is a few years
but he is a man
And I am a woman in a male dominated world

I had it all,
a good job and married life;
We both earned well
But I live with his parents
and they always want more:
So I am beaten, abused and burnt
and there is nothing I can do
because he is the man
An I am a woman in this male dominated world.

My life darkened that day
when the only male in the family passed away,
And my four sisters and mother had nothing to eat.
Forced to come to the city
I was taken by surprise
When the same politicians who danced with me the previous night
Forced me into the arms of sleaze
But they are men of power and many whims
And i am a woman in this male dominated worls.

Those were the happiest nine months I'd spent
Expecting a new arrival in this vast unfriendly desert
And then came the windfall:
i had given birth to a girl--
they forced me to give her death
when I wanted to give her life.
But they were men and
I am just a woman in this male dominated world.

So I went for a walk with my boyfriend;
And we held hands and spoke of our bright futures;
And then along came a man in uniform
and took us to the police station.
he was asked to leave me there while he returned with some money
what happened next is too horrible to describe.
they are still trying to prove him guilty
while I try to prove to myself that I am not.
but he is a man and the enforcer of law
And I am a woman in this male dominated world.

What shocks me most
In all of this is that
NO WOMAN OFFERED TO HELP ME
WHEN I WAS FORCED FROM MY BABY
BURNT FOR NOTHING MORE THAN GREED
ABUSED IN A WAY NO ONE SHOULD BE;
THEY STOOD BY THEIR MEN AND WATCHED
BUT WHAT COULD THEY DO!!!
THEY WERE ONLY WOMEN IN THIS MALE DOMINATED WORLD.