So unlike winter,
Her pieces are not melancholic.
Not like spilled ink on paper,
That takes it so well.

She is merry.
Exploring the shine of smile,
The charm of life,
Rather than contemplating on,
The drops of pearls,
The hell of turmoil.

O! Look how intricately she weaves,
The beauty of nature,
From the eyes of a lover.
But she missed much.
The disturbance at sea,
The life's at stake.

She loves the warmth of touch,
The urge to meet,
But has she experienced,
The grief of lost,
The cold of solitary.

Nothing is beyond her love.
Look how she holds his hand,
Thinking moment like these are eternal.
She hasn't been choked by smoke of betrayal.

Always appreciating the start,
The good,
Does she even knows there's an end, there is evil?

Is her life perfect?
No.
It's like the beautifully engraved golden tombs,
But she cares less to expose her wounds.

She knows the cry of burnt,
The hues of heartbreak,
The loneliness of dark,
The alienation of autumn.
Death every moment.

She hates what's momentary
But has overtook all lives.
A step in other world,
Where eternal is cherished.
A move to bring sunshine on a cold, stormy night.

She is like you,
But the only difference is,
She doesn't writes sad pieces.

LIFE OF A GIRL

She gets up in the morning worried and messed up,
The mood is hot and flared up,
Today is the annual day and she is not ready,
With manicured, pedicured nails,
And with skin brushed to shine,
How to did she even forget to wash her hair?
The worries shows in the frizz of her hair,
Off she runs to shampoo on chilled winter morning.. Cold is the last thing to deter her today...
She has to be best, the most beautiful...She echoes..
Oh! She is so self obsessed careless yet careful teenager around...!!!

She enters the college with dreams and colors all around,
She can't repeat yellow she wore it on Monday,
Jeans, Shorts, Skirts - ankle length, knee and thigh,
Traditional or not is the fight with mom all the while,
Purses of various colors, shapes and sizes,
Shoes to fit each out fit add up each day,
Watches have thr day too,
With ear ring tossed in the loss of a stud,
With necklace rejected as it's gold not silver,
Nail color should change every alternate day..
Oh! She is so self obsessed careless yet careful girl around..!!

The marriage mellows her down a bit,
With duties to perform, with office to attend,
She still can't repeat a dress in a week,
And nail colors too have to change each week,
But purse remain same barring occasions,
And shoes also have to go for comfort of the day,
Yet in all her small ways
She tries to find that carefree moment of her life,
The life when she is she and not what is expected of her..!!

Kids bring another angle to her story,
The task is humongous, the responsibility huge,
The hair is always frizzled, the eyes sleep deprived,
Yet she manages to bring her she side out,
She maintains her  composure but is deeply worried,
All her flawless skin, her nails, her figure,
Have gone for a infinite  ride, a vacation, a break,
She doesn't throw her old clothes away,
Rather tries to fit in high school jeans be proud to feel she can indeed fit and enter...
Oh!  she is so self obsessed care free yet careful girl around!!!

The I Must Too foreign tour is round the corner,
Her self obsessed brain tickles oh! just four months to go,

She has to invite back her hair, nail and figure,
Plead, Beg, Order whatever she can BUT to have them back she must..

She plans out it's never too late,
Starts with yoga and aerobics too,
Green tea is a part of her life whole day now,
Compliments are coming and she is overjoyed
With new found glory she is queen again,

Tours have to must have 'shorts pic', and a 'Frock pic'  and a 'running around with kids' pic for sure ,
The fact that husband has aged, bald,and *** -bellied doesn't even scare...
Oh! What a self obsessed carefree yet careful girl she is!!

Things that keep her strong are,
The taunts that come along...
From high school till today she grew up on them,
They are the multivitamin and have been that way,
Will they only see you? they ask,
And she is sure they will, they always did...
With all the tasks,the deadlines and the kids growing,
She reminds herself she is still the queen,
She cannot forget and move on as this is she that she has grown on...
Ageing doesn't scare her as she is still beautiful in her own eyes,
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" they say,

She is you, she is me,
she is the daughter born yesterday, and the daughter who will born tomorrow, and she is the grand mother too...

Oh! She is so self obsessed carefree girl anyone ever did see...!!!

Sparkle in Wisdom

I shut my eyes,
When nail being hammered on my head.
Tears don't drop down,
But my heart still cries.

Agony consumes me,
Pushing me into dark.
I don't want to slip,
But my feet are out of control.

You think that I gave up,
You're wrong.
Deep within I'm still fighting,
Only it doesn't have a semblance.

I failed to recognize you,
But that wasn't me.
My real me was in a world,
Where it was captivated.

I know that you all weep,
You all suffer, 'cause of me.
Believe me,
I don't want to give you pain.

How hard I try to free myself,
I am tucked back.
Apologises that I make,
Become abuses when it reaches you.

My hesitation may seem to you,
My lack of trust in you.
But it's my fear,
That anything could take me away from you.

Part of me wants to wake up,
Tell you that I am fighting,
But I am not able to,
Since there is no light on that path, to walk.

Don't give up on me,
And I know you won't.
Trust me,
And so will I.

One day I would,
be the same happy person as before,
Enjoying life with you,
Forgetting all our pains.

But till then have faith in Him,
Me and yourself.
I will fight with help of yours.
And life will give us a fruitful gift
For our hard work.