Retrograded Girlhood
Bygone was innocence…
Its sparser burnt Ash, embedded exquisite crossover;
Creative Girl’s World
The moment when I look,
Captures many eyes;
Eye in the view, view is in my eye,
The joy of its elegancy makes me fly so high;
Love For Silence
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
Fear Of Life and Death
One moment it makes us laugh,
Another moment it makes us cry;
Sometimes we have to run very fast,
At some times we have to be a tortoise;
Fantasy: College Life
In Primary School…
No worries, out of rules,
Fun in breath and swings of mood;
Candies were my first love,
Chocolates made me feel so good;
City Life
Yes, it’s me
Wild fantasy,
To ride my bike
For a ramble on roads;
Cheerful majestic,
Breeze blowing my hair;
Under the light of
Sparkling stars;
Was I A Nark?
I…
Was the witness?
When he lost his life;
Overdosed he,
Mobilised evil eye
Only on me;
Home: Painted with Blood
That kitchen cooked rotten food,
To serve her in that terrible hell;
Her chapped lips marinated with blood,
Felt burnt at every attempt to touch;
Place Of Memoirs
This place is a replica,
A record of our memoirs;
Look now you are not here,
But What I doing here?
My Full Time Companion
Deep inside I have a connection with universal phase,
There is a power which exists;
Around me as an aura whenever I pray,
Creditors Of Environment
It’s nature actually which heals us,
Look at us who are pain giver;
It’s not human but still has humanity,
Being human, we are just unable;
Sense of Comparison
I’m compared;
Letting down is really,
Not my mood;
Someone’s zone can’t be,
Frame for me to fit;
Coffin: Self Arrest
Just hide me in anonymous Ash,
Make my presence into cage of absence;
Or plunge my breaths in cessation,
With bizarre frame of dejections;
Feminism 2.O
The wall whose mason are you,
With cement of preservative thoughts;
They are enough to make me claustrophobic,
They make me very suffocated in their tiny holes;
Me My Books in Nights
No matter if it’s 12:00 by night,
No matter if I am lonely figure;
Every flip of their pages,
Makes me fresh and curious…
Dreamt a Morning in Morning
Aroma of wet soil and fresh blooming buds,
Dragged me towards the inviting casement;
My face felt those rain drops with blush,
The dewy vision which I saw cherished my day with excitement;
Bleeding Hearts
Love and care are expectations,
Like the heart of poison;
From outside it is outstanding,
Deep inside its bleeding;
Era of Misunderstanding
“Never take your close one’s for-granted …do respect their feelings…Do pamper them…Also make sure your presence makes them feel secure.”
That one Satisfying Bite
That first byte for her was the satisfactory ultimate pleasure as she missed her mother’s love, care and motivational moves.
Cafeteria: Passionate Success
Her mother was proud of her as she proved herself as her father’s shadow.