I have a feeling that
I've been watched
Every move
Every step I took
When I click on
A mail or fancy link
When I swipe my cards
At shopping malls
When I choose
What I think is,
what I want

They follow me...
Discreetly Stalk me
Chase every where I roam
They know my choices
better than the spouse
Suggest me things
That I never dreamt of
They plow seeds of needs...
And water my lame greed

Have you fallen pray
To Such divine mock
Or do you not know yet
That You are the pray
They wish to lure for bucks

I wish you'd write about me
About all the angels that you see in me
My soft spots my rough edges
all the feelings of vivid colors and wings

I wish you'd write about me
A rhyming sonnet about the daemons I set free
My perfect imperfections and the scars
How you see me with all these marks

Am I broken am I not?
Do you see my scars do you not?
I feel my cracks visible to my touch
Can you you hold me...so I will not
Fall again to be broken as such...
That I won't be replaced for a new touch

She is like an exotic fawn
A wild eyed lost soul
A child in an adult gown
An adult in a childish crown
And I know you may frown
Seeing her dancing
to a rhythm of her own

She may cry with joy
With sorrow or fear
For moments, lost she may
Shed endless tears
She may frown, she may growl
A wolf inflicting deliberate fear
-of loosing her love
in the future near

But, know that inside, She is a naive deer
Seeking love, Attention and joy sheer
In your arms, with hearts near
Yearning to be, the only dazzling sphere
In your universe, with no doubt or fear

Can you see it coming
Sprouting through the buried soil
From the seed you unknowingly sow

Can you catch it as it grow
Spreading tender leaves green
Feeding on your sinister thoughts

Can you nip it off, can you?
before the sapling gains ground
Jealousy... Spreading its roots

Turn your pain
In to poetry....
Sorrow
Unto songs
Let them be
Word clouds
That passes by

But pleasure...
It's a platitude...
That need
No appraisals
A flower that blooms
Oblivious of its
Beauty and scent

A flag of a distant island
On the wall of a "home"
Made on a compound
An immigrant family
A mother trying hard
To grasp the sands
Slipping through
the hands of time
As the children prides
Themselves
On the fading memory
Of a language spoken
In a far away land...