She displays
her insecurity.....Her inability
With pride
Selling them In exchange
For attention and affection
That she wears
As a jewel With vanity

Little did she know
That she just need to love
And let go....
With no strings attached
For love to return
In its true form
To heal her wounds

You are the only one
That I can be silent with
Yet shout in million ways

You are the only one
That I can shout at
Silencing million thoughts

In a new world shop branded
That boasts of good standards
Stacks of clothes folded
Nicely matching the standards

The label proudly gloat
Of the owners wealthy abode
In tiny print it is shone
The country where it's born

China, Vietnam, Bangladesh, India
and my own
Lands where brands aren't a
priced norm
The hands that stitched them
never know
That she is paid less than the
branded piece you own

I want to touch and see
what's really inside of you
Beneath that armor of ego
that you proudly wear
to where ever you go

I’m not mature enough
to vote,
to choose under whose
mighty throne
I wish to be.

I'm not mature enough
to be wed,,
to decide with whom
my life's' journey
should be.

I'm not mature enough
to work,
to earn my living by my own,
“Dependent” by law
I am to be.

I'm not mature enough
to *****,
to be seduced
if I may choose
indulged in sinful glee.

I'm not mature enough
to drive,
trust my wheels
and to fly high
to realms I wanna be.

But,how can I be mature enough
to be grouped,
indoctrinated by birth
to a God or a Lord,
without a choice, by the very Me?

I saw you once again,
When you are no more,
Picture perfect, on screen,
As the image in my mind....

Sari draped, clinging to your youthful figure,
I remember your smooth dark skin,
I remember your curves,
I remember your little secret...

The future we built up,
Walking along those salty shores,
I remember our innocent dreams,
Your youthful hearts sweet smile.....

I saw you once again,
When you are no more,
Picture perfect, on screen,
As the image in my mind.

Like a sweet illusion,
Lasting for a fraction of a second,
Which I wish I could grab and hold.....
Before you blasted,

With our banned love,
With our lost dreams.......
My betrayed love
And my lonely soul remains......

From whom did you take revenge, love?
From me? From yourself?
Or was it just an easy escape,
From this bizarre world?

Or was it really for The Cause?
A cause unclear... a cause evil...
Cause, not really mine or yours.....
A cause worth giving up Love????????????

You were just 24.......
Draped in your favorite sari
Picture perfect, in my mind
Like an illusion, My lost love..............

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bV-5svC6okQ

With the first kiss
Something’s gained
Something’s lost
So I cry……………………

I cry for the lost innocence
I cry for the lost child
I cry for the yearning novelty,

Awakened desires
Like a fire,
Melting the child
Inside me

I cry for that precious moment
I cry for the skipped heart beats
I cry for the immense pleasure

Lingering for days
Glowing inside my heart
The feeling of flying high
The sparkle in my eyes..