When I was small
I had a favorite game
A game only girls loved to play
Paper dolls, pretty paper dolls....

My sister Sara dressed the paper dolls nicely
Elegantly dressed, pretty dolls...
and we loved to style them our ways...
We got bored easily and Sara begged me to buy more dolls...
I used my childish charm to get a rupee or two
My grand papa joked about our  paper dolls
"no saree wearing dolls"? " no chapati making dolls"?
" No parantha making dolls?
and both of us replied.... " ohhhh.... shut up grandpapa"

When we grew up a little,
My sister and I were sent to a boarding school.
It was all girls school
and we were taught grooming, social etiquette
and how to be a lady...prim and proper
Dressed smartly, talked only when necessary
and sat up neatly, no head turns..
No giggling... only smile delicately
No tantrums or emotional plays...
just be poised... controlled.. poised and controlled...
Of course
We were not allowed to play paper dolls anymore

After awhile I hated the school...
Told my sister.....  They were turning us
into paper dolls...
Paper dolls have no say...
They only follow.. They are puppets
Remember paper dolls we used to play?
All pretty in the outside but there is no life
to breathe....
Suffocated i felt here.....all I wanted to do is flee
Sis, cmon this is certainly not us... let's flee

WE SAID GOODBYE TO OUR BED AND WE DID RUN....
We managed to be who we wanted to be in the end
to live in real world, be with real people
given a freedom to choose what we wanted to do
with life...
We enjoy our life not the traditional way anymore
Have career and still we dressed nicely and elegantly
We are real people...
Unlike the paper dolls , who only look poise and beautiful..
but inside they are freezing.... lifeless....paper dolls..

I just have this too much love syndrome
I need to pour my heart out...
write I love you everywhere
on the table, on the wall, on my shirt
on the sky on the sand ..
everywhere, anywhere... i can i will write
am still writing telling everybody how much I love her...
i will explode if i dont do it..
i mean express my feelings of love...
ohh i go crazy.. how can I last a day
without telling her I love her...
god please help me tell her that
my love is the greatest the most incredible
love ever... ever... she needs to understand
that i can go crazy if i dont say nothing at all
about my love in my FB status
and let all my friends hate me
let them hate me....
I love her thats all I care about...
I write my future plans with you
my romantic plans with you..
in internet where many people read
dont care if they read and ***** on it..
i dont care as long as I can write this three magic words
over and over again...
I LOVE THEE....
I have love... too much for you

****** me not
with your **** pair of eyes
****** me not
with your gentle charming smile
****** me not
with your heavenly lip
You need not fool me
That you are not even real
You need not fool me
That you are not even trying...
By just standing there
looking godly...
you've bared it all...

My teacher comes to class as usual
She is the first to come, I mean
and she said Hello like she does everyday
and she smiles like she used to ...
What is so special about today then?
My teacher comes as usual, says Hello and smiles?
May be you guys do not notice
But I do...
Listen to the way she speaks now..
She has this weird kind of accent
Look at her smiles now...
ain't that usual friendly smiles...anymore
and she didn't ask us what we did yesterday too.....
Oh really? let's make her grin....
show your stupid face
see  what happen?
Oh No!
Our teacher had lost her teeth...

My mother…..
You left me that day unexpectedly
Why didn’t you try to stop me?
Till this day I have this regrets…
Forgive me I was not there on your death bed..

And I have been lonely ever since
I am lost and I am crazily hoping..
One fine day I’d find you again…
Impossible it seems…
Death is certainty and eternity…

Been searching for that gentle love…
A special tender love only you can give…
Mother…
Shall I be loved again?
Shall I be wrapped with SIMILAR warmth and tenderness?
I long for that special feelings being in your arms again
I miss moments with you when we used to chat about love and life…
Mother…
Shall you appear in my dream tonight?
I want to hold your soft hands,
I want to feel your warm embrace and magical kiss on my cheeks
Those gentle gestures of yours…
Ohh how much I have missed…
Mother…
I need your love …I cant live like this…
The emptiness inside me all these years…
After you left me I am kind of lost…
The space in my heart has never been filled…
Sometimes I am in the state of paranoia..
Sometimes I am in deep deep grief…
I need you my mother…
If only I could turn back the clock…
I would want to be there …
the day when you needed me the most…

Forgive me mother…
My absence visits… no flower bouquets I bring to your grave…
Your tombs is reminder that you are dead
But for me you are always alive…
Your presence is felt… your precious love is kept..

You are gone now from my vision..
Every fond memory of you … I shall never erase…
You are kept in the best place in my heart..
Each drop of your love runs in my vein..
As long as I breathe..
Mother… you are loved!!

so here we are beneath the pallid ray
of summer noontime seeking to escape
for just one moment from the normal shape
of discreet instance so that we might play
a different sort of role where one could say
the angry words to those with mouth agape
that tell apart the angel from the ape
but those are for another cooler day
instead we look to work a better will
in places where the choice is not so bright
as underneath the growing midday roar
of silver needles passing by the hill
each flashing clearly in the brilliant light
so bidding us to join with them and soar