Lady you are a Diva

With tip-tap of her Stilettos,

A Diva enters.

Painted nails and rouged cheeks.

Lipstick red always stretched in a Smile.

You might feel she is delicate.

But she can love you, so can she defy.

Spine of iron what provides her posture.

With strength she stands out tall.

Though glamour is her whip-stick.

Yet being mellow is her choice.

With the invisible halo over her head.

She is crowned the bearer of beauty.

With the words of wisdom,

She brings mirth to all.

With the wings of harmony,

She flies.

Her kohl eyes sparkles.

With valor radiating into shine.

She like a warrior within.

Even forces treachery to bow.

She is that very gift of Lord.

Always cherished by her bearers.

Scorched

Burning desire, to hold you tight again.
To breathe in that sweet smell of yours.
To whisper the words of love.
To be kissed by your moist lips again.


A desire in flames, scorched.
By the fumes of your harshness.
By the taint of your words.
By the pinching pain of your absence.


I am stuporing, drugged by your love.
Harshness doesn't seem to wake me up to reality.
Life is a Puzzle of hatred and love for you.
Simultaneously! How could it be?


Tired of enticing you.
So impertinent!
Your valour of your disgust on me.
A man's ego torched my dreams.


Scorched is my heart.
Charred are the feelings.
Eternal bliss is a blemish.
Feelings let on loose, feeling so vulnerable.

Mockery

Sight, touch, love, that feeling.

Seems to be now a sheer mockery.

Kiss, tenderness, bliss, divine.

Are all fable, it seems.

Heart, commitment, emotions, vows.

They don’t seem to exist in reality.

Been made a fool by you.

AGAIN!

Been bled by you.

AGAIN!

Agony, hatred, betrayal, ignorance.

Is what I deserved ?

Ball of wool.

Entangled is the life again.

Solace, seems to be a word.

Not existing in my dictionary of destiny.

Patience

I can’t hold on to it anymore.

Pain

The best friend and enemy.

Decisions in life taken by heart.

Makes a complete fool of you!

When Is Life

Life is when a baby opens his eyes.

Life is when a flower bud blooms.

Life is when a butterfly flaps color into the air.

Life is when your Love cuddles you.

Life is when your Father say, "well done".

Life is when your Mother stays awake all night when you are sick.

Life is when the Breeze whispers and plays with your locks.

Life is when you even shed your emotions.

Life is when you live to fulfill your dreams.

Life is when you live to people's expectations.

Life is when a stranger smiles at you.

Life is when you even feed a hungry stray dog.

Life is when you play with a soiled poor kid.

Life is even when I am writing this poem.

Life is empathy, it is Fragrance, the warmth of a loving heart.

And Life is this the very Moment. 

The PRESENT! And perhaps that's why it is called so PRECIOUS! 

Painted Thoughts

A little here a little there.

I find painted thoughts everywhere.

Lost in their desires, responsibilities and dreams,

I find people and their worldly thoughts.

In metro, on road, in malls light up bright.

Painted thoughts are everywhere.

Some are with a smile, some with the wrinkles of anguish

Some with the sorrows hidden behind.

Beneath the blue, on the green in the noon,

Sitting besides the shore, marooning in the room.

You find painted thoughts everywhere.

Some are so deep, some are just a flash.

Few prove to be déjà vu.

But there they are all around you.

 Some make you smile; few make your heart ache.

Some you don’t want to recall, yet they knock your doorsteps.

A few you rejoice again and again.

A few, you try to run away from them.

Some are pestered, some are gaily.

Some are dark, gray spots everywhere,

Few painted in lovely red.

Few rise like a bubble, burst into memories,

Reverie turns into pleasure.

They cling to you all the time,

Like shadows following your every footstep.

They never let you bore, a companion at times.

Churning inside your mind whipping up the creams of failures and desires.

Painted thoughts are they, and they are everywhere.

P.S.: I guess everyone gets lost in thoughts most of the time when we are free, whether they are happy ones or the sad ones, but they are colored in their own sense, that's why we even say that we fell blue. Waiting for my friend at the metro platform, nothing to do, my thoughts started nagging me. they took me from the anguish of that i was waiting so long for her, to the pretty shoes the girls and boys moving to and fro from the metro. my thoughts even took me back to my childhood days and with the speed of a sonic boom they thrust me back to the present. In a nutshell they gave company to me.

Its just not with me, I even find  People sitting listening to music or just simply sitting, and lost in the world of thought. few even twitch their brows, i wonder are they feeling ached within. unlike few i find smiling on their own, may be thinking something sweet. :)

MoThEr

Seeded in your womb,
You went nine months of rib-cracking pain.
You pumped life into me,
Made me what I am today.


When I was four,
You slapped me for painting my nails.
But during my teenage,
You only brought me different colors of the same.


It was your shoulder, I cried,
When I went through a heart-break.
It was you,
Who even bared all my tantrums.


It was you, 
Who taught me to cook.
It was you ,
Who taught me how to dress.


It was you,
Who cuddled me the cozy blanket in the cold winter night.
It was you only,
Who remained awake when my temperature ran high.


You are my first ever friend, I made.
You are even my first ever enemy,
When I was restricted.
You were the one, who even made sacrifices.


A guardian angel in disguise,
God sent you to me.
I still find solutions to my sorrows,
When I cling to you.


Like a teacher you taught me the right.
Like a friend I enjoyed my first movie with you.
Like a girlfriend we even talked nonsense.
A Mother who protected me always.


I know I have always been a tough child.
But, you always had a way with it.
The patience in you is infinite.
How can you be so tender, I wonder?


I may find friends, I may find that someone.
But no one ever has given love,
Like you do, Unconditionally!
For which you are the best, best you are MOTHER!






P.S.:This is a lil ode i make today to my mother. i may not be able to show this to her now. but surly one day i will. and moreover it is even my first poem of the year.....:)

Why its still Connected?

Minutes, hours, days have passed, an year .

A full circle of pain I am about to live again.

Like Fragrance of dried rose petals, gifted by you.

Your memories come to with tiptoe.

How can I break the bond, the soulful one we shared?

The little things that you did, still bind me to you.

My love!

You still bind me to you, my love!

Flashes of memories, hitting so hard.

Gorging away my peace. 

The memory of your finger tips, tiptoeing to mine.

The soothing touch, entangling mine.

The warmth of your embrace, beneath the sheen of the cold moonlight.

The lovely words of never letting me go apart.

Rings in my ears, aching shrill noise.

Camouflaging the laughter all around.

When things are over for you, then why you still bind me to you?

Like cupid's invisible thread you make me cling to you.

Let me loose of this pain! Please I beg.

Life is no less than a living hell!

I close my eyes to run away from the fear, of being alone.

Makes me see your sparkling eyes.

Sleep is also cursed as it take me to you.

Your ignorance like nightmares makes me shout, late night.

Do you feel the same as I do? My love!

Like a wizard you have spellbound me in a dungeon.

Its floor bedded with roses, yet thorns to my feet.

You so far away from my reach.

Like a captive I am now.

Chained in your ignorant love.

An ever growing frustration its now, that how could you leave?

Were all the ties meant to be held by me? Not you?

With chords that can never be wearied.

You still bind me to you. My love!

Why do you still bind me to you? Let me loose now.

Or return back to me? I plead!

P.S. A frustration at time lost love ties it is because you want to forget but the little things that they did for you, made you feel special at the time hold you back from hating them.


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