let the sun, burn my skin
let the nights be long
let the wind blow against my face
i decide to grow strong
let all the odds just hit on me
let me just have a fall
i’ll gather back all my strength
to stand up right and tall
i start my journey
to climb the mountain
at a slow and steady pace
will reach the top, the day will come
in my hands will i have my fate
when they told me i was dying
i was left with just a few months
the illness inside me was growing
the healing cells in my body wouldn’t work
i was not prepared what my ears heard
i wanted to react, yet my face went blank
i drove back home, lied in my bed
my eyes open, i kept looking at the ceiling
i felt a little heaviness in me
i smiled to me ironically on the fact of dying
all of them know, they have to go
its much painful for me
for i know when
guess, am gonna die every moment now on
thinking it’s coming
till the time i die
i curse my heart
to grant access to agony
to let it proceed through its valves
to travel to every bit of my body
like blood
i curse my heart
to challenge
the strength of my brain
to keep me safe from pain
oh this heart…. it has no mercy for me…
the sun said goodbye
on the streets there were lights
few lit up, few flickering, the rest of them dead
it didn’t seem to bother the people passing by
neither did they notice a child
sitting under one lit up street light
lost in studying a book in his hands
a weighing machine sat by his side
through which he meant
to offer the people passing by
come stand on it
check how much they gained
or did they loose a few pounds
in return, drop a coin in the box
lying next to the weighing machine
for the child had used the light on the street to read
but before he goes to sleep later in the night
a little food, he deserves to eat
it’s exceptional
the way
you belong to me
your touch
I sense
your fragrance
I imbibe
your dreams
I perceive
your tears
I cry
your pleasure
pleasures me
could I ever be
without you
or you without me
yes, it is exceptional
the way
you belong to me
privileges, i got none
deprived of life
scarcity, my only bid
my face not flawless
the scent of my body
disturbing, unpleasant
in the name of luxury
i only have my lap to offer
in the name of cuisines
i got bread tasteless
i am his comfort car
in my arms
i take him places
every night
as i watch him sleeping
i ask myself
for my offerings meagre
the fact that i am poor
am i a mother any less?
Every morning, I would take this train to work. It has a pretty good service and I don’t have to wait much if I missed one. The train, that takes me to work everyday. It arrives and I step in it. Well, I don’t have to make much of an effort for that, my fellow passenger crowd behind me are enough for the job. They just push me along and set me inside the train.
Now, I am in the train! I don’t get to sit as it is too crowded and the seats are already occupied by the ones who make a sincere effort to get one for themselves. I am not really bothered, I am happy standing holding one of those poles inside my coach.
I look around and see many people.
An old lady going to see the doctor because her knees are hurting and she couldn’t…
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are they rich for they have wealth
are they rich for they own a lot of land
are they rich for they can buy all the comforts
are they rich for people bow to them
shall we put it the other way
are they truly rich for their money can’t buy them a smile
are they truly rich if they don’t care for the poor
are they truly rich for they spend sleepless nights
expensive mattress can’t buy them tension free sleep
shall we conclude it now
no they are not rich for the peace of mind is not sold anywhere
no they are not rich for they are never satisfied
no they are not rich for they live fake lives
i guess the rich with money are mostly poor
saying piercing painful words
making an argument not valid
displeasure filled his eyes
as he woke up to leave
to walk out of the door
leaving her heartbroken
tears running down her cheeks
she was desperate to run behind
catch hold of his hand
not let him walk out of the wooden door
how convinced was her heart
he will never return once gone
for he didn’t believe in a pretty heart
rather
he chose to fall for a pretty face
tik tok – tik tok – tik
the sound that i hear all day
making me realize
my little princess growing
in style
trying all my shoes with heels
one pair after the other
the cupboard remains open
all my bags are out lying
she chooses as per her mood
which one to carry, which color to hold
my lipsticks are all vanishing
her face painted all over
bright colors on her cheeks
make her look only more beautiful
sometimes, i ask her to stop
at times i let her carry on
for the joy on her face
being styled up with all her mommy’s belongings
is something that’s priceless
way beyond the value
of the bags, lipsticks and shoes
every day, each moment i relish
the joy of having a daughter
many times, i told him
i was dying from the inside
every day, each moment of my life
the air between us not enough
to let me breathe
my heart felt suffocated
a million times, his hand i tried to reach
he was there sitting by my side
yet no sign of him till far away
my soul neglected bruised
i decided to wait for a little longer
every time i told me
he shall hold me in a little more while
today, i depart to stay in heaven
he is remained with nothing
but regret
with nothing
but to miss me by his side
arms spread wide hugging the wind
face up towards the sky as if posing for a picture
drizzling drops caressing their closed eyes
clothes drenched, hair let loose
releasing paper boats in waterlogged
innocent of any trouble, a bunch of kids playing
making memories in RAIN
we may achieve or not achieve brilliance
must we keep working towards being better with each try
tell me.. shall we!
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