I walk a road I know nothing about

I walk a road, I know nothing about

And yet I walk believing,

I walk with faith which is not mine

But given to me by my love...

And so I walk with his faith step by step 

And as I turn back I see,

The distance which was no way existent

Now exists as wide as sea...

Yet he smiles and asks me to look straight

And I smile as I again look back.

For I know the love that his little heart holds,

And I know those tiny tears that his belief in me stole.

He smiles loud and I move farther

Deep down within I cry, he cries...

Yet he becomes the reason I keep stepping on.

And I become the reason he keeps holding on.

The string of faith knots us strong,

A wedlock may defy but my trust can never go wrong.

And so this bird who crave to fly away 

Now years to pause for a while.

And yet his faith makes her fly

Love, the untamed master silently smiles...

||Sshree||

The child in me...

This child has to die!

This child that speaks up what is truth

This child that believes all that it hears 

This child that trusts blindly

This child that sees the world with its innocent views

This child who believes that 

Hands once held, have to be held unconditionally for always

This child that thinks that shoulds are to tap on to support

And not to climb up on others

This child which openly supports what is right

And openly opposes what is wrong

This child that gets upset 

When evil winds and goodness has to bow down

This child that feels so helpless and alone 

Because of its unbiased opinion on things

This child that cries out of the misery 

Which being honest, with itself brings...

No! Hold on!!!

Don't kill this child

Aah! Please stop dont kill this child 

Its painful! Have mercy!

Don't kill this child

I will die, please don't!

Don't kill this child...

Twenty three years now,

I have grown with this child in me

This child has imbibed 

like air in me

This child is my identity

This child is truly me!

It doesn't deserve a place here, I know

But it deserves its place in me.

Leave her now and I promise

I will cut down all its plays 

I will keep her hidden and ensure

It stays hidden always

This child deserves to be living 

Because it should not be punished for other's fault

This child, but should learn now

When to lay covered and where to pop out

This child will live

And be an indifferent part of me 

I promise now this child will surly learn

To show up only at places where it should be!

||Sshree||

Death

A sleep so calm 

Which takes over all toil

Silent, cold the one that makes 

A fully shaped man to meet the soil

Slow yet steadily it embraces one

with a lullaby so soothing,

Through the journey of silence-trance-sopor

It takes one to the utopia ultimately relieving.

The knots losen 

And hand shakes receed

All limp you lay with ams open

Perfect peace over soul and mind then succeeds

Indifferent to the entire world 

You go dancing on the stoll in the land of dreams

Faces faint, voices become unheard

Bliss and peace with all its radiance beams

Wandering in space yet far from your reach

This sweet sleep wanders as I and you soar 

Mysterious, grave yet soulfully selcouth 

The tacenda of each heart till it knocks your door...

||Sshree||

The snow and the rock...

Snow they say is so unfortunate

Lone cold rigid and merciless

It's frost strikes touching palm with chilly unmatching pain

Of its rough rigid character snow proudly confesses...

Then they point at a rock standing under the sun

And say- Look it has got no companion

Arrogant it must be for alone it stands 

I am happy being just by myself' the sturdy rock defends...

But no one wonders 

Why with slightest warmth the snow melts

Or with arrival of a single weed

The rock turns itself into weed bed

For all you see is the hard cold snow

And dry rough rock is all you know

And so you leave them all by themselves

These evil ones have no place in elite races

Now all that is left is a simple wihs

That someday warmth greets the snow

And some day weeds fill up the lone rocky crevices

Ragged muscular red's hullabaloo some day knowtowns..

|| Sshree||

(P.S Muscular red refers to heart)

It hurts...

It hurts when a dream breaks, 

It hurts when the trust shakes,

And all you can do is accept it,

But it hurts when silent agony within bakes.

'Let go' you tell yourself,

But the kalopsia-like yore boomerangs.

Amid the heating fray of acceptance and depreciation,

An indulgent self there hangs.

Bedecking this sciamachy then,

Even the thundering clouds rain.

A drop on cheek then shrivels with grief,

When drop on land resonates the pain.

Your ardent love fogs your senses,

Even if dark you return back to old lanes.

You reseal the blemish and live in paracosm,

Reviving the apnoeic relations, forgetting disdain.

You break, you reseal and nothing really changes

In matter of hours the entire cycle weaves,

But the tormented soul never recovers the smirch

Because it really hurts when  true love leaves...

||Sshree||

Each day I am discovering a new me...

From an arm length baby

To five feet me 

Each day I am discovering 

A brand new 'Me'

From a child for whom

The world around was a mere play

To a teen entangled in desires 

Exploring life's shores and bays

Shuffling through ramshackle chapters of my life

A spectrum of colors in myself I see

Sometimes bright as reds sometimes serene as white

Each day I am discovering a brand new 'Me'

In the search of 'who I am'

I learnt that no one else can define me

That my past is just another happening 

And not something that describes me

A caprice led me to a decision

That its not the flamboyant me that I love

I no more crave for renter cynosure

In search of wisdom now I rove

Amid the noises of breaths and hurricanes of thoughts

Then my words and ink became my best friends 

When I realized that friendship is sheer way to bliss 

In the reign of happiness since then I land

Like a wizard, these years have turned 

A caitiff me to a real hero

The worth of my being I knew when I realized 

From nil to billion the power lies in hands of mighty zero

The day I saw myself beautiful

I loved the fact that I am 'Me'

I then understood I am not how others see me 

I am the one that I myself  see

This continuous saga of the world trying to define my being

Led me to a journey of discovering the real me

And then I realized it doesn't matter at all

To understand life, live it! This is all that it takes to be

From the inaugural word to the epilogue of life's play

The human quest of discovering self would still there be,

And so I sing and sway as I move 

Because each day I am discovering a brand new ME

||Sshree||

The Joy of Losing...

Like the leaves of an autumn tree

I kept loosing day by day

People, trust, dreams and faith

All kept shedding day by day

I tried hard to hold

But things kept slipping

My silence and my love

Brought intense grief to my being

One day in form of enlightenment then

These words somewhere I read,

The only thing about the pain is 

It demands to be felt

Once you decide to laugh at it

Then sublimes its tormenting might 

Grey is what you decide 

White in black or black in white

Like the eye of hurricane now

There is hustle around but peace within 

These swirling winds though devastated all

But made me land in that land pristine

Though seeming threatening

Losing can be real joy at times

It is liberating It is relieving 

It frees you from the rule of ninety nine

There is nothing more to lose 

There is no more anxiety of setbacks

There is an ethereally void within

Freeing me from all the worldly recks

There are no expectations

And no trust to be broken 

There are no hands that would leave

And no eyes to decieve

Each thing comes as a gift

In the wake of gratitude now my life lies

And there is no pain mighty enough 

To trickle tears from my hollow eyes 

Don't curse loosing people

Loosing can be a real joy

It strengthens you, It teaches you

To be an ammunition ad not a fragile toy...

||Sshree||

Proud to be called a lady...

Free audacious and surefooted

This is me a twenty first century woman

No more burgled by emotions

No more afraid of dreadful conditions

This is me, strong enough, defeated by no one..

Don't call me a girl I am no less a boy

I am not weak I am not afraid to die

I can do all that a man does

I am far far away from the girlish buzz

This ostensible me, made me stand tall each day

Surely I was haughty of  my carefree and stone hearted way...

But then one day when my heart broke I realised

The quientessential beauty with which a woman has been devised 

Yes I pretend to be

The brightest color of this flamboyant populace

But the real me always shines

With a lily's serenity and grace

Stab me umpteen times

And I'll fight back with courage

But my heart thaws seeing a weeping child

With love and solace

Ambitiously I achieve my goals

I am emblematic to perfection

But still I prefer to remain

Daddy's darling and my beloved's perpetual affection

I can amplify my friend's mirth 

And be my dear's sexy siren

But the real me is a whisper in silence

And a dew drop divulged by none

My existence itself strongly answers

The nasty male chauvinism

But I choose to keep quite

Out of my generosity and wisdom

I am not in a greed

To prove my superiority

Silently I choose to embellish the world

And this is my real beauty 

A caring companion, a devoted daughter

And a lovable mother to a baby

This is me, delicate yet resolute

And I am proud to be called a lady

||Sshree||

my cake

My Cake

While climbing a bridge 

A late summer morning 

I saw a lovely cake

And a baker adorning

Terrified by its beauty 

And maddened by its taste

I decided to make it mine

In a pretty haste

It's day dream made me walk like a drunk

But I soon got my wits after skidding on a trunk

Now I collected its ingredients 

Seeing little time left

Let me taste all my things first

Thought the baker so deft

The flour chocked my throat

And baking powder even worsened the whole

Bowl of sugar milk and cream did no help

Please help me oh lord was my only yelp

Afraid that I would fail

And could hid myself under no veil

My wits answered no

But my heart pushed me for the final go

Toil's flour and sweats water

Cruel time's baking powder ruining the rest 

While cooking I felt it would turn out bad

But my cake turned out to be the best!

Sshree

Fog and the ray...

Embraced in the sweet sleep

Of a cold winter morning

I lay in the bed passionately

Ignoring the dawning. 

A sharp streak of wind then

Came through the door's slit

And envying my peace thus

It woke me up with its hard hit

Unpleasantly I woke up

And got started for another day of life's skit

For I adamantly knew for this play

They were no doors to escape and no way to get rid.

I opened the shutter 

Following regular monotonous core

Expecting the same new morning

Waiting for me outside the door

Oh! How Pleasant!

I suddenly exclaimed today

For today there was a new dawn

Full of fog and barring the old sun ray

The view was cloudy

And silent roads lay empty

Chirping of birds vanished today some where

Shivering in the frost I still stood admiring there

Gloomy road, Silent winds

No sign of life in sight

But still some thing made me love that fog

Was then my admiration right!

What made me love that gloomy dawn

In my heart that day this query was born

Was this because I had evil in my heart somewhere

Or something today left my wits completely bare?

My so attitude 

Ridiculed me today

But then I found peace

After getting answer from the bright sunny day

That we are bound to run in life's race

In a particular way,

Tired or not you have to keep running

Without any say.

Anything then if comforts you from this maneuver 

Attracts you blindfolded with its glare

This fog then achieves

Holy water's serenity

And so you find it 

Unquestionably  pretty

But the secret of this mirage-like  admiration

Does not lie in the fog anyway

The simple cause of this 

Lies in the beauty of your inner-self's say

Mirage is a mirage

Sooner or later it surely disappears

And as you experience it once 

You can differentiate between evils and fair

And as this fog vanishes one day

You would realize the worth of what you have

Though tanning hurts you quite some time

Those sun rays form your real protective cave

And those noisy roads

Would add music to your life that day 

When you realize whether with you or against

Your dear ones do so only to lighten up your way...

Sshree

P.S Fog here refers to the people in your life you are attracted to who eventually turn out to be evil. And ray refers to your family and close friends who might fight with you sometimes, who might trouble you some times but you realize they do it for all right cause.