Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Loneliness




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Unaccompanied, lonely and alone, what we name
Each one is here fated to stand with that
No matter how many people surround us
It is the loneliness eventually that will wrap.
 
Foolishness it is, if I say, I have someone to heal,
As no one is here to confer and deal.
It is me alone, who will be my comrade,
As People are here to offer hurt and hatred.
 
Long- long, an everlasting journey, I need to be cruising,
With all thoughts boiling, with all hopes dying.
Nobody will be there to offer shoulder and to embrace me in lap,
And still I need to be going, in a dark road leading to an end.!!
 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Yes she is a Girl !!!!!!!!




 












She is a magic of almighty, shaped in a mother’s womb,
Another she, who herself is a wonderful enchantment of lord.

But the day she is born, the magic is gone,
As the world is dying for a son.
Yes she is a girl. 

An undefined, unvalued and hurting living thing,
Carrying a ocean of pain within
From the inception leading to her life’s last chapter,
Playing all the characters from daughter, sister, wife and mother.

Without being tetchy, she is fleeting her life,
Without demanding, she is gratifying man’s desires.
No one else can play her role, yes it is she
She is girl, yes she is a girl.

When she arrives in the world, she gets the tag of being a girl,
Though delight is there in a home, but perhaps real pleasure is always mislaid.
Further when she grows up, a world is there to snatch her beam,
Yet she is brawny enough to weigh the world’s anguish & grief.

With stiffness inside, she keeps going when everyone else cease,
She goes miles away showering love and adore to people to relish.
Finally a day comes in her life, with ample of thoughts boiling inside,
So many questions, yet unanswered, testing her strength to stand by side.

Yes she has to leave her own dwelling,
Aiming to adorn others home with so many dreams in her eyes,
Perhaps she is so foolish, she is so innocent,
Not knowing that it is another illusion leading to an unsought life.

Here comes the arraign of being wife and a mother,
And she tides over, tolerating the rudeness of her children sometime and at other being badly hurt by husband.
But no concern, she is still alive, perhaps because she is a girl, a women or a brilliant mortal of god.

Shedding tears, the only support she bears,
Again being thin-skinned, she goes on, going far away,
With no demands, no prospects, but
Sprinkling love all round,
Yes she is a girl she is a girl.

Death - The Truth !!!!

Expiry of life is certain to happen,
Yet a reason to survive is there.
No matter how desperately we want demise to arrive,
It will end the journey as per its need and space in hell/heaven.

Friday, November 23, 2012

My Own World, Lord, Keep Showering Your Blessing on it



Sometimes, I love you God for more than anything, you know why,
Because you blessed me with a wonderful quartet of Kith and kins.


The day I arrived in the world,
You had already arranged an amazing abode to cherish.

The ever green Childhood amidst huge fun and frolic,

Than a laudable teenage with people to heed

A sister blessed with command to steer and escort,

Another sister adorned with immense care and love.

One more sister with long lasting hidden concern and adore,

And

Finally a brother, for praising him, I am always lack of words.

Everything is just smooth, with all the happiness nurturing inside

My world is complete with my own gems to applaud about 

This little girl is extra delighted to hold fingers of her siblings. 

And

Will always be cherished until the eternity gets an end..!!!

Hey lord!!!!
Keep showering your blessing on this quintet always, evermore.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Living Life is surely not easy




Around the corner, a world do exist,
With so many desires nurturing in each heart.
Every wish cultivates here on daily basis,
But perhaps only a single seed amidst the lot spurts.

One makes his own way, knowing destiny will carve another,
He does alter the path, perceiving god will surely look after.
But
Hopes vanishes in the deep sorrows of ocean
Again the same insight, casing the same perception

All live a life here, sometimes being riotously with sea of happiness within,
At other being miserably, deep wretched, racked with grief between
 But
From beginning to end, each one here knows rather certainly that
Just to be live is a majestic obsession yesterday, today and a day to come.

-Tanwi