Creation

God was in a confluence with all his ministers
‘I have created a beautiful creature’ he said
I want it to be different, unique in the cluster
Will you bestow it with your power and traits?

Thus it started the beginning of beginning
They had no idea that the fruit of their actions
Would bring them down on their knees crying
Obliged to god they started the creation

Sky was the first minister to endow the creature
‘I will settle in its heart through it eyes
Its eyes will be windows for heart in all matters
Will make its heart vast enough for foes’

Next came water and pondered sometime
‘I will settle in its eyes as precious tears
It will weep through me, getting stronger every time
I will wash away its pain and make the heart clear’

Further down the line, fire was waiting for its chance
‘I will settle in its persona, giving warmth to all
If anybody hurts it, I will shift my protective stance
I will burn them through, a mark of their fall’
Earth was next, gave it an elderly stare
‘I will become one with its pure blood
It will care and nurture, breed and bear
It will tolerate all until it turns to mud’

There was tension in air, as the bizarre request was coming to an end
‘I will become its soul, essence of its presence
It will be with you every moment, will be taken for granted
You will realize its value, only in its painful absence’

As soon as Air ended his words
There was a flash of light blinding all
The creature came to life and stood tall
Even god was spellbound, named her ‘Woman’

All the elements felt an unknown attachment
They felt connected but also revered
With tears in their eyes and their head bent
They fell on their knees and called her ‘Mother’


That is why a woman always forgives you for she has a heart as vast as sky
That is why a woman always shares warmth and protects you for she is one with fire
That is why a woman always tolerates, bears and give birth for she is as patient as earth
That is why a woman cries at smallest of pains, it is not a sign of weakness, it shows her strength to accept, experience the pain and move on.
That is why a woman is always taken for granted, in every walk of her life, we repent when she is no more, think of all that had to be said and done!

Spare a moment today and tell the woman in your life how much she means to you!
Your mother, sister, wife, daughter are not going to be with you forever!

Violated

As I walk again tonight along the dark lane
I relive that fateful night vivid with terror
I can still smell the caustic stench of your mane
I can still feel your body quiver with barbaric pleasure
Now I think twice before stepping out of my zone
I never again want to be torn and thrown

A bundle of nerves now, I always worry
Heart beats faster whenever I see a stranger
I break in to a running spree even at a rat’s scurry
I jump at every shadow, they seem more sinister
Always a cheerful girl, now my smiles feels mocking
At the stained innocence perverts seem to be flocking

 I feel dirty, my respect has been tampered
My eyes always wary, searching an unknown signThe pain hasn’t gone, my body feels battered
Cannot cover the bruises, though I try to feignBut I can look straight in to the eyes in the mirror
Can you dare to do the same without a shade of terror?


What did you think? I would wallow in self pity
Waste away my life buried in unknown fears?
You would have never come across one so gritty
Yes I cry, I cry and wipe away the tears
Yes I fall, but get up and dust gravel like thee
You can hurt only the skin not the spirit in me


I always think if you would be here ever?
You will never because you live in fear
But I am here again, daring to walk alone
Dreams, Hope and courage are mine to own
I pity over the one who is violated
My body has healed, will your soul ever?

Am I A Ghost

Ashes of my heart are heavier than my soul

Mourning for its demise, why doesn’t a tear roll?

Inner void feels heavy cannot sense anymore

Anger, love, hatred; such feelings I have no more

Ghost they say, evil has made you its abode

Haunted you are, just the beginning they forebode

Outrageous I say, Can’t you see the blood still flows

Smile touches their lips, silent fears seize my core

True is it? Am I a Ghost?



Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

It

It’s my week three, the beginning of me

A peck of flesh, you called a delicate darling

You are waiting for me, with love and glee

Can’t wait to come out, breathing and crying

I wait for your hug, care and warmth

How I yearn for the cradle of your arms

It’s my week five; can you hear my heart beat?

I can sense you are happy, seeing me on the screen

I wait patiently inside growing my feet

Can’t wait to crawl out, fulfill my plans umpteen

I plan to grow big, hold your hand when you are old

I plan to take care of you; have a heart of gold

It’s my week seven; am half an inch tall

I am starting to grow ears, I can hear you speak

You argue on a name, discuss what to call

I hear all kinds of them, Indian and Greek

Oh dear mom, I don’t care what you name me

Shower your love and I will respond to whatever you call me

It’s my week eleven, I am ten grams heavy

Am I difficult to carry, I am so sorry

I now have a spine too, strong and sturdy

I will carry you when you are old, don’t you worry

You saw me on the screen again; I cannot fathom your feelings

Are you sad or angry? Why do I feel fear engulfing?

I hear you say “I don’t want it”

Mom, I am not ‘it’, aren’t I your little Darling?

You break my heart, pain do you call it?

You have set a date, Mom, Can’t you hear my wailing?

I promise you, I will be good, will never be a menace

Just let me be born, I will perform whatever the penance

Please help me mom, my world is spinning

Stop them Dad, don’t you hear me cry?

Please don’t punish me, this is not my doing

Shouldn’t one be born before starting to die?

God, there is a mix-up, they cannot be my parents

Send me to a couple who do not have favorites

Please be benevolent, grace them with sense

Never knew, “It’s a girl” is a synonym for death sentence

Draupadi

I stare down from the stars
Wonder where the story changed course
Being portrayed as cause of the wars
When I was jeered at and humiliated by force?


Being shared by five men was written in my fate
I was not loved and wed, but a prize for their skill
I never felt belonged was just served on a plate
A plate you could pass on when you had your fill


I still wonder the way they staked me for dice
Was I a partner for life, prize or property?
Palace stood helpless, witness of the vice
Now they raise a brow; put a mark on my chastity?


Yet I hear the stories being told below
Kurukshetra was a great war, Draupadi sowed the seed
A woman caused the war, meaning the men were mellow?
I had only lived my life serving their need and feed


No, the war was not due to need of power and greed of land
No, the war was not due to injustice served and ego of the clans
No, the war was not due to wronged men and righteous stand
No, the war was not due to game of dice and scheming plans


The war was due to a woman and her coveted beauty
The war was due to her revenge, which they felt was their duty
Strange are the reasons, stranger are the prejudices
The blame lies with me, while they are remembered for their virtues!!

 

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This poem is meant to put forward a possible angle of Draupadi's feelings.

It's purpouse is not to question/demean any of our great epic characters.

 

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Yet Again

An attempt to write few lines, from a prostitute’s take on life.

I always had a dream, a dream of love

For a man in my life, for a caring soul

Destiny had its laugh, played its game from above

It gave me a line of men, didn’t hear my cries of foul

I always sigh, if I could love and wed

Yet again I stare, at the unmade bed

No I won’t, I won’t tell you why I do this

You always see the sun, not the shadow it causes

Your eyes see only flesh, not the life it misses

Oh, if you could only see my heart, its wounds and gashes

I wail and cry until I am all sore

Yet again I wait, for a knock on my door

Yes I do, I do grieve for myself

I grieve for my dreams but I don’t regret

I did what I had to; in times of need

At least I don’t hide behind a pretext

I wake up at twilight, willing it to be surreal

Yet again I gear, for another night’s ordeal

I still have my head held high; I have my heart pristine

I still have dreams in my eyes; I have a smile on my lips

I still care in my heart; I have compassion for thy

Yet again I sleep; this is my life’s eclipse.

Yet again I stare, at the unmade bed

Yet again I wait, for a knock on my door

Yet again I gear, for another ordeal

Yet again I sleep, if you call that so

Choices

Fed up of troubles and fed up of pains

I appealed to The Lord, human life is so lame

I want to be reborn and have a pretty life

Make me something where I don’t have strife

A smile played on his lips, you could call it mischievous

Of course dear, choice is yours, just be cautious

I was delirious, facing so many options

Oh, how to choose, how to avoid the wantons

I wanted to be beautiful, to be colorful and soft

Make me a flower; nothing can go wrong I scoffed

Very well he said, you shall be a flower

But your figure and color is not in my power

You could be the red rose in a lover’s hand

Or a carnivorous one in a forbidden land

Stumped by reality, I rechecked my choices

Make me a tree, strong and harmless

Very well he said, you shall be a tree

But your type and trunk, I cannot guarantee

You could be a tree laden with fruits and climbers

Or a dry one, your trunk used only for death pyres

I thought and thought, silly ideas away I cast

Make me a water body, flowing and vast

Very well he said, you shall be water

But your place and taste, I cannot alter

You could be a river quenching everyone’s thirst

Or could be a part of quick sand, none would trust

I understood then, the meaning of his words

Humbled I was, before the all-knowing Lord

I know what I want to be, let me be human

This time I will try to be more humane

I don’t care about the color, type or place

At least I can mould my future at my own pace

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One Last Tear

She spends every day with tears in her eyes

Wandering alone amidst a friendly crowd

She walks with a smile plastered on her lips

I will never reach your eyes, the smile had vowed

Wondering why the joy never came near

She stopped her sorrow and shed one last tear

All those promises and all those vows

Were now just mere hollow words

Her trust is tainted as fear follows

Her faith just torn apart with swords

Wondering why she couldn’t hear

Songs of joy, she shed a last tear

Laughing at herself for being so naïve

She stomped away on her rosy glasses

There was nothing to do other than grieve

She was not the one to have strong grudges

Being drifted away from near and dear

Helplessly she shed one last tear

Blinded by the darkness so engulfing

With heart so down and mind so clouded

Desperately searching a last thread for clinging

With her emotions she just fought and battled

Deciding to fill void in her sphere

She wept in silence and shed one last tear

Girl Friend!!

                                               
You are my dairy
Where I can lay down my secrets
You are my fairy
My love for you is boundless


I will miss you dear
For all the strength that you were for me
Why do I feel a tear
Whenever I think about you flying away from me

All those times when we laughed until we cried
All those places where we just sat in silence
All those tears, we were there together however tired
They will remind me of you, of your silent screaming absence


How do I go through all those boring hours in office?
What do I do with the speed dial on my mobile?
I will miss all those walks in our campus
I will miss your dimples and the lovely smile

Fortunate is the man, who is getting you by his side
Should be born under a lucky star, to win your heart
Take care of her mister, the warning is implied
You must have realized by now, she is such a sweetheart

I wish you with all my soul
Let all your dreams come true
You were a wonderful package in whole
With mind so strong and heart so pure


You have a special place in my heart
Which can never be replaced
Dear friend, our ways here part
But hearts will never be detached

Spider's Web

She spun a web around her

Thick and strong to support forever

Little did she know that she is curbing her freedom

It is now too late to realize, a vain of the wisdom!!

She gave her everything to the web

Unaware of the liberty beginning to ebb

She toiled day and night to reach the expectations

It had to be prim and proper up to the fractions

She was cheered and praised

Everybody was just dazed

For the pattern was so inviting and intricate

None had the imagination nor could imitate

She enjoyed the attention

It was well deserved appreciation

She tried to step out of the web, tried to wean away

But it enveloped her back, there started her doomsday

The more she fought

The more she was caught

She tried her best, moved her limbs in frenzy

It was in vain, for it only drained out the energy

The others just stood around

Watching her get drowned

Neither stretched a limb nor threw a leaf

It then hit her, that their respect was brief

 

Struggling till the last minute

Wondering why she spun it

It was for the others, she realized at last breath

The others were unfazed, just stared as she hugged her death

Culture or Future??

Days have passed and nights dissolved

The fight continues, neither of them absolved

Question is age-old, yet remains unsolved

Between bonds and emotions it has evolved

Let me introduce you to the inseparable opponents

He is filled with wisdom, the wise and wary Mr. Culture

He is ripened with techniques while she is brimmed with talents

She has a flair to cross lines, always dreaming and daring Ms.Future

They had always walked together hand in hand

Until one day, horizons opened up new and grand

Do not walk to it, was the wise man’s command

They are zones unexplored, will always remain banned

It was not in her persona to doubt and deny

Virgin zones coz they were yet unexplained

She itched to fly and unravel the mystery

And the desire in her was deep ingrained

She tried to convince him that times have changed

The land is open now; it is safe and is also craved

His resolute remained strong, he was outraged

I always follow what is preached, I dare not be chafed

That was how the thoughts clashed and war brewed

Will somebody tell them, they are two sides of a coin?

Will they ever realize, that there is no end to this feud

Enlighten them; they can always respect each other’s opinion

I always wonder, where do we stand between them?

Would you go with the seed or remain with the stem?