Hope

An old woman lived alone
She had no one to call her own
Sometimes people were cold to her
And sometimes they were really mean.

They assumed horrid things about her
They assumed them too very often
For she never told them who she was
Or from where has she come to live there.

Hearing their taunts, fear and hatred
She became brittle as a thorn
All people could see on her face was
Anger, hatred or a big frown.

Soon that suspicion, mockery and hatred
Harvested its crop, she too started to hate
She made her hut her fortress and lived there
Hating, cursing the whole human race.

One morning when she opened her door
She saw a tiny child lying there
Hardly four or five years old
A pretty girl in tattered rags.

The mother inside her woke up
She asked her from where she was
And heard that she was an orphan
Who has lost her way in the dark.

Her life transformed with her touch
She started to live again
Soon her tiny hut was ringing
With the laughter of the little girl.

The neighbours started to ask her questions
She answered none, and raised suspicions
They branded her a thief, a kidnapper
And decided to punish her in front of all.

They chained the old woman, dragged her to court
The king was sitting on the throne
The little girl game with her, with eyes full of tear
The king was moved to see the duo.

On his gentle, kind query, every thing came out,
He ordered his subjects to never bother them
Told them to never hurt those they don’t love.
For only love gives us right to punish.

And as they have left the old woman to die alone
While they lived a happy life a few yards away,
Now that God has given her a glimmer of hope
They don’t have any rights to snatch that away.

Little mermaid

A beautiful princess born in ocean
Her dazzling palace was under the sea
Brought up playing with schools of fishes
Colours as dazzling as blooming flowers.

With youth dawning on her spirit
Her spirit started to soar
She used to break free of the depth
And swim to the nearest shore.

She saved someone and fell in love
They had nothing common among them
Yet she lost her heart and soul to him
She won his company but not love.

Soon the prince got tired of her
And started to look for others
Her innocent heart was shattered
She wanted to be back with her sisters.

But when she left the ocean
She had to make a pledge, a vow
She will never be allowed back
The journey was meant to be one way.

She sat on the shores, her salted tears
Mingling with salty water of ocean
Then one night when the moon was shining
She noted that she was changing form.

She became what she was
Before she met her prince
Surprised she saw a mermaid prince
Waiting for her in ocean/

A soft smile on his face told her all,
“I loved you but I did not stopped you,
You sacrificed in love your every thing,
My love has won back that sacrifice.”

He held her arms as they swam side by side
Under the glistening moon, in the sparkling sea
They swam across the islands and places
To reach her kingdom where her family waited.

Cinderella

Sweet Cinderella, pretty girl
never saw her mother at all
her father too passed away
when she was just a tiny girl.

Being brought up by step mom
Whom she thought her real mom
Surviving on her leftovers
Thrown at her by three of them.

After toiling for all day
She was made to sleep in stable
While her step mother and sisters
Slumbered in plush, soft beds.

One night a traveler knocked their door
Seeing his torn and tattered dress
He was at first shown the door
Then when he begged, offered money.

He was allowed to sleep in barn
He saw Cinderella working in the yard
And came silently to her
Asked her for something to eat.

She shared her dinner with him
Hearing her kind words, seeing her beauty
He asked her if she will marry him
She asked to take the permission of her mom.

When he asked her for Cinderella’s hand
He heard the most horrible stories about her
Her mother and sisters vowed again and again
She was the vilest, meanest creature.

The traveler went away, left behind Cinderella
Sad, miserable, broken hearted
For she has lost her heart to him
The only person who has been kind to her.

Next morning a golden chariot stopped at gate
A well dressed prince came down from that
The trio ran for him to greet him
But he brushed them away and asked for Cinderella.

Snow white

Snow white was a little princess
Who lost her mother as a baby
His father married another woman
Thinking she would mother his baby.

She turned out to be a witch
Who was obsessed with her own self
When she saw that her step daughter
Was pure and beautiful like an angel
She became blind with envy and rage.

She called her accomplice and ordered
The little princess had to be killed
The accomplice took her to the forest
Had pity on her, spared her,
In place of her a rabbit was killed.

The queen was not very sure about him
So she sent her seven ghouls
To see what he does with the princess
When they saw that the princess was unharmed
They faked as her friends and took her in.

They kept her there instead of telling the king
The queen came there in disguise
Fed her a poisonous apple, the poor child died
The evil woman returned to her palace
Gloating with happiness and pride.

Fate had some other plans
It made a prince pass by the hut
He saved the princess, married her
Together they came to meet the queen
You should have seen the look on her face.

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Chucky

Chucky got himself a bride
The gorgeous dame was hell’s pride
Now Chucky should have been proud
Happily living and enjoying life
He was not, he never wanted this bride.

He loved Barbie and she loved him
Then someone told her he was an evil doll
He comes to her in the night
And scares the living day light out of her.
Barbie checked if she was true-she was!

Barbie got the message from heaven –fled the scene
Left behind a ranting mad chucky
Cursing his heads off, planning revenge.
He instantly procured a bride for him,
Imported straight from hell, order-made.

In place of being happy with his lover
Spending his life in her loving arms
He chased the little squealer girl and Barbie
To punish Barbie for deserting him
To kill the little girl for exposing him.

In the night when the wind howls
All you can hear is hooting owls
No one around you seems awake
The whole world is sleeping in their bed,
If you hear some strange sound in street.

Open your window, or peek from behind curtain
See a tiny, dwarf balling his fist at sky
Cursing and screaming with froth in his mouth
That’s chucky, standing there, burning
While his lonely bride sleeps alone in bed.

Claws of a

I am in the claws of a demon
he hates to see people happy
he is cursed with insatiable lust
and hates to see others at rest.

He burns in the pyre of hell
and throws the fire on everyone
who dares to venture near
or has the misfortune to be so.

His life’s mantra is no peace
for himself or anyone around him.
and he lives by that mantra
through hook or through crook.

Does anyone has some antidote
for this demon hated by everyone
who tries to prove that he is right
and the whole world is wrong..

A naughty fairytale

In the land of endless sunshine
Lived a lovely princess
She was like a blooming flower
Spreading around her fragrance.

She fell in love with a charming prince
The prince loved her true
But the doomed lovers did not knew
A demon loved her too.

He killed the prince by trickery
Took his form and wooed her
But he knew once they are wed
He will have to show himself to her.

So he took his own form
And took her to his family
She got frightened to death
When she saw their tentacles and teeth.

She ran away from the scene
The demon became mean
He married another demon
But could not forget the princess.

He hated her, cursed her, mocked her
Sometimes using the form of the prince
He used to make her confide in him and thereafter
Once back in his own skin, he used to mock her.

Slowly the princess realized
The man she has loved is lost
A demon has taken over his form
And is trying to hurt her.

She did not said a word
Joined him in his game
Feigning trust on him
She made him the game.

Sunrise

The glowing orange sun
appearing and disappearing
in western and eastern horizon
sunrise and sunset they are called.

In between them they hold
the earth in its full glory
its children play games
within these two boundaries

Sunrise opens their eyes
to a new day full of hope
love, desire, despair or pain
reminds them they are still alive.

Sun bids goodbye with sunset
with the promise of another dawn
a night it leaves behind
for souls longing for rest or not.

Sun rises on ocean

Deep blue ocean with touch of emerald green
Kissing the blue sky in horizon
Deep red sun slowly opening its eyes
Spreading its red hue all over them
The sky, the ocean, the foams and clouds.

A riot of colours have started
Every thing is sprinkled with red
The white foams have turned pink
The white clouds have turned red
The sun looks at them with great glee.

Shattered strings

Don’t expect a perfect melody
from a lyre with shattered strings
ripped again and again
by cruel, clumsy, unkind fingers.

If you want it to sing sweet
pick it from the dust
where it is lying in neglect
repair all its shattered strings.

Then try with love and kindness
may be it will sing again
but the cruelty of past hands
may come back to choke it.

If you cant ignore those moments
those tiny falterings
go for a new lyre
leave it where it is now.

Love

you loved her
she loved your friend
he did not cared
he left her and went.

What did you do then?
did you held out your hand
and told her that you are there
for her as a friend forever?

Or did you just watched the scene
the act on the stage of life
as a mute spectator
got up and walked away?

Or was it the third thing
you watched with joy
his refusing her
thinking it was your settled score?

Or may be you did the wisest thing
you held her hand and said
you will always be beside her
in whichever way it suits her.

Blue fairy

There you sat on a dead tree
making it look like a dream
as graceful as the marble taj
glowing in the early morning.

My thirsty eyes soaked your charm
they thought a blue fairy
has lost her way and is resting
for a while on that wooden throne.

Then heavens bowed their head
and two rainbows side by side
appeared behind your beautitul self
decorating the deep blue sky.

You opened up your tiny beaks
and a divine melody poured out
confirming your divine origin
you gently spread your wings to fly.

Fake hermit

A hermit lived inside a forest
a woman worshipped the saint
she went away for a pilgrimage
and came back with her tiny grandson.

She asked her tiny grandson
to go to the hermit and offer him
the fruits and sweets she has brought
from all the holy places she has been.

The hut was easy to locate
so the boy went off alone
he hopped like a tiny rabbit
and soon reached the hut door.

He saw that the hut was dark inside
he got a little scared to see
a pair of huge red eyes looking at him
from the darkness of the dark hut.

He was about to run away when he heard
a gruff voice crooning sweetest words to him.
Yet he lingered at the door and asked him,
“Why is your voice so gruff, eyes are so red?”

The voice replied coyly, “My eyes are glowing
with pure love, my voice became hoarse chanting
the name of our divine Lord, I am His shadow,
so I need no light around me, don’t be afraid!”

Tricked by his sweet words the boy stepped in
his grandmother came searching for him
on the path she met some villagers
who told her no one lived in that hut any more.

Based on little red riding hood.

Shadow playing

Earth smiled at the sun
softly spread a velvetty carpet
full of luscious green grass
asked him to come down and play.

Softly told him to rest for a while
for he works without respite
spreading light and life all around
ignoring day, night, months, years..

the sun gently smiled and agreed
said he will send down his rays
to rest for a while on that carpet
and then they will be back home.

His rays came down to rest
half of the sun hid its face
a soft shadow enveloped half world
while the sunbeams played .in grass..

carpet

A luscious carpet of green velvet
spread from this end to that end
of this beautiful, blessed earth
under the deep blue canopy above.

Lying down under some tree
feeling the gentle breeze
murmuring by, kissing my face
I don’t have any care in this world.

Lying down on my back, facing the sky
staring in the deep blue, endless sky
watching the butterflies flying around
listening to birds.. singing their lazy songs.

Will someone take me as a fool
if I confuse myself with these creatures
and think all I have to worry about is
how to find my nest in the evening…

White roses

Walking along
Dusty village road
Soaked in the charm
Of the rustic scene.

Came across a bush
Studded with white roses
Seemed nature has placed
A fragrant bouquet for me.

Gorgeous like pearls
Fragrant like dream
They looked like cherubs
Resting on the branches.

I stopped and watched
Though my fingers yearned
My heart forbade
I walked by without plucking one.

The well

Silver moon shining above
A soft, white mist rising
From the earth toward sky
A lonely rider galloping.

He has to reach the next town
Before tomorrow dawn
So he gallops away
While the whole world sleeps.

His throat is perched
His horse too seems drained
Suddenly he saw in distance
A well, a dream come true.

He galloped his horse toward it
Reached it and climbed down
He looked around for a bucket
But there were none.

Despaired he was about to climb back
When he heard a haunting song
Ringing in a voice oh so sweet
He searched and found a hut.

He reached the door and knocked
A beautiful woman opened the door
“Is it you my love? Are you back?”
He saw that she had not sight.

Beast within him woke up
He saw left and right
Seeing no one around
He entered the hut.

Next morning the villagers came
To get water from the well.
They saw a horse tied to the well,
Its rider lying dead a mile away.

They shook their head and sighed.
A blind girl lived there
With her loving husband
One night someone took advantage.

Of the hapless girl’s lost sight
And her husband’s absence.
They both were found in the well
By the villagers next day.

Every thirsty traveler
Is lured to that hut
Those who ask for bucket
Get one and travel away.

Those who forget humanity
Are found here lying
With body as cold as ice.
Without their soul within.

Ego

No my love,
Its not your love
That wants to change me
To mould me completely.

Its your ego that’s talking
Your ego wants control
To twist and turn me
Around your little finger.

I love you its true my love
But my love is not blind
It is open as sky
It sees every thing and soaks.

It knows if I change
Bend myself, lie down in dust
You will still want to change me
Or, you will reject me.

Morning dream

“Why are you smiling like that?
tell me, never seen that smile
on your lips before today?
it looks oh so sweet, tell me!!!”

The morning sun asked her
The breeze softly teased her
The birds chimed in
The brook joined the chorus ..”Tell me!”

She blushed and smiled and blushed again
“I was about to wake up in the morning
When I dreamt of him
The one I truly adore, he is one in millions.

He was sitting beside me
I could feel him through my being
His hand softly laying on mine
I woke up with the sweetest dream.”

Prince and angel

A prince was passing through these woods
alone on his white stallion, his only companion,
they say, he got tired at the end of the day
and started to rest beside this crystal brook.

He was woken out of his sleep late at night
he could hear a voice sweeter than nightingale
more melodious than the brook flowing by
even before he opened his eyes to see.

Surprised he opened his eyes to see
and saw a sight which he never forgot.
A glorious angel was sitting on the rock
softly singing the angel song in the solitude.

Such divine was her beauty they say
the prince got besotted by her and begged her
to become his queen and stay with him forever
he dropped at her feet with tears in his eyes.

The angel softly laid her hand on his shoulder
and in a voice full of deep affection she told him
divine love and earthly love are not for one another
when it comes to the love of two mates together.

One searches earthly pleasures in love, other God
one knows body is just a medium, to other its world.
one never lets disgrace upon love or lover
the other loses its senses when it wants its loved one.

One uses love as vessel to God’s love, keeps it pure
other one uses love as nature’s law, nothing more
how can they stay together as mates? Saying so,
she softly flew away, leaving behind the dazed prince.

Enjoying pain

Whats the difference between
sadness and enjoying one’s tears?
so many times we come across
these never ending barrage of tears.

They just don’t want to let past go
move on and welcome happiness
and if fate has cursed them too much
they cling to its long dead corpse.

Just like a mother monkey clings
to the body of her dead baby
even when the body has reduced
from a living body to a skeleton.

But a monkey has the alibi of naivety
of being a soul without much wisdom
what alibi does these people have
who just cant let dead past go ?

They cling to their miseries and brood
expect everyone around them to do so
are they really sad about their past
or they get joy out of that long dead pain?

fair unfair

They say every thing is fair in love
and every thing is fair in war
some one told me, it sounded fair
everything is not fair in love or war.

He said love is a priceless jewel
to be worn with right and dignity
it stays with only those who deserve
it has a strange way of acting justly.

Love stolen or attained by greed, power
have a strange practice of going away
not staying in the hands of the abuser
it comes, stays for a while and then goes.

Leaving the abuser lost and lonely
for he knew deep inside it was not his
he took it not by love and lost it very soon.
Sad part is he doesnot have any consolation.

A question

What will one do when justice is choked
In the iron fist of power and money?
when justice sobs dark tears
and sin rules the world in cruel glee?

When darkness becomes a menace
and light simmers like a flame
of a candle fighting gusts of wind
in the darkness of a windy night.

When falsehood arrogantly roars
like the thunder in the sky
soft, firm voice of truth subdued
is not heard by anyone any more.

Will one turn to God and pray?
or one should pick up the axe to cleanse
or one should act softly, firmly but by law?
I really, really wonder what will one do.

Love

Its so easy to love than judge
to hold someone close
than assessing his worthiness
love is real, scrutiny is unreal.

Sometimes I think its better
to love and get hurt
than not loving at all
and living a dreary, loveless life.

Forget about what smart ones say,
what if we do the other way round?
in place of judging and then loving
what if we first love and then judge?

May be we will see that love is enough
once we love we wont need to judge.
love will win all the differences
and we will end up surrounded by love.

Dark eyes

I was about to lose myself to sweetness
the sweet land of sleep and dreams
where I can fly without wings
and every thing impossible comes true
where life takes me wherever asked
and lets me linger in fairy land ..

suddenly someone came out of my dreams
handed me a magic quill and ink
asked me to write her story in my words
her dark eyes mesmerized me
I came back from the gate of my dream castle
To write her story in my words…

Trap

In a world of predators
she was the ideal prey
a young girl full of love
that too of the best type.
Love that only hopes for love
In return of her loving
yet stuck in a situation so bad
all her friends wanted to help her.

One of them was a man of power
who wanted to help her desperately.
But she always turned down his offers
saying all she needs is love and time.
His desperation got to the extreme
and he sought out some local friends.
Who lived in the same place with her.
and asked them to help her, he will pay.

He paid dearly for his noble nature,
His so called friends encashed it.
They sucked him dry showing him a girl
telling him that its her, his unseen friend.
Who has changed all of a sudden, got wise
and now she desperately needs some help.
Who else can she turn to, but him…..
her one and only friend in this wild world.

All the while they desperately tried
to track his real friend and kill her.
But somehow fate had some other plans
and their lie did not lasted that long.
Soon their friend uncovered their mask
and realized that he has been duped.
Bitterly he repented for his choice of mates
and mistaking a false bead for true pearl.

Stolen gems

I never take what is not mine
Why? Well too many reasons
I know for sure that stolen gems
don’t last in the hands of thieves.

They sooner or later are lost
either they return to the owner
or they are stolen by someone
who is a better trickster, thief.

Stalk stalk stalk

stalk stalk stalk
it happened again
when I went out
in the garden.

The morning was calm, cool
I was hoping some time to chill
But went back inside simmering.
Why? The stalking began again.

I don’t know why he does it
I know he cant even tell
Whenever I go out in the garden
He appears from somewhere

Naaah!!! Not a human being
He or she is our ancestor type
Those who jump from tree to tree
Living a life of freedom and delight.

Whenever I go out he appears
And watches me with his beady eyes
Mimics every thing I do or try to do
Driving me crazy all the while.

written on : 6.08.09

illusions

every mother is not reflection of God
nor is every father a living saint
come down to reality my friend
or else the realities will come down.

Come down on you to crush the myths
created by souls who turned their back
faced away from reality and truth.
bewitched their own soul with own dreams.

Don’t paint them in divine colours
don’t expect too much from earthlings.
Thank God if they are close to angels
but forgive them if they act like humans.

Some of them even have a dash of evil
lurking behind that whitewashed soul
open your heart to logic, truth and proof
don’t close your reasons by fairytales.

Wriiten on 11.05.2009