Girls....n all women who were girl once!

Girls

This poem is dedicated to women again....they take roles and leave their identity for the identity of their family....so here it is to you gal....

Girls

Jumps up high

Laughs the hell out

Dances all night

O my my! ....what a gal!

Yes! thats me

Kisses what she loves

Does what she likes

Colourful as a rainbow

O dear!.... Is that a gal?

Totally!! Its me

Married blissfully

Love her family

Rocking life

Stay blessed girl!!

Sure, thats me

Caught in chores

See friends rare

Surpass difficulties

Great going gal!

Busy! ...thats me

Family is world

Children r blessings

Love them for life

Wonderful!....but where are YOU gal?

Sigh! ...Is that ME??

मायका- dedicated to all married woman

मायका

Dedicated to all married women who not only change their home after marriage, they create a home for their life partner. This is this supreme sacrifice which makes a woman reverent as only she knows what she lets go off for her family and nothing can fill or replace the emptiness thus created. The place of her parents home or her birth home.

मायका

छूटी है माँ की लोरी
उसकी राह तकती आँखें
छूटा पापा का दुलार
और बचाये गुस्से से जब वो झाँकें
मुश्किल बडा है फिर से....
किसी को माँ बाप कहना

खेलती कूदती गलियाँ छूटी
छूटी है परियों सी गुडिया
छूटा सखियों का साथ
शरारत की वो पुडिया
सारे रेशम ले ले....
दे कोई बचपन पहना

छूटा है खुला आसमान
जिसमे पँछी सा उडता मन हर पल
बाँध नही था आँखों पे
बहते थे सपने कल कल
आज खुद ही रखा पिजँरे  मे...
खुद के मन की मैना

छूटा है यहाँ तुम्हारा मन ओ बहना
रख लो सब जायदाद
पहन लो सारा गहना
मिले न कहीँ मन को चैना
मायका तो मायका....
उसका क्या कहना !!

Twisted

Twisted

All of us have a grey side...and when we have a face of with it once in a while it is a mixed bag of feelings shaking up your entire logic and really difficult to chose as its ourselves even in the grey version.
This poem  is about the inner turmoil of a married woman when she materializes her fantasy as in #MyChoice however she regrets,blames the world and finally shattered and  loveless as even her true love is not hers anymore!

Twisted

Yes I fell 
From the highness
Sure got touched 
and pampered
Caressed whole
But only my love can touch my soul

Have yearned respite
Tis was my refuge
It felt right
All yin n yang 
Entwined by pure yore
And lust in the core

Guilt twitches
Soul cries 
Even love left
against my faith 
What hell breaks the Sun
For a night of being a desirous woman

If love sets u free
why I am bruised by chains
If to desire is human
How much human is a Woman
If love rusts with a drop of rain
No love can touch my soul again