Nervous rumbling in my veins, Cordoned nurses, felling pain, Slow hour’s critical crawl, Led to a naked brawl, Footsteps pacing, weight falling, At the loins, pain shooting, Nerves rocking and reeling, Rollicking laughter relieved strain, God and religion were in again, Spattered the train of bloody slimes, Rendered a cute babe in its prime, An expel from the womb, Painful look, sudden...
I despise your tradition and not you, It prompted you to ask for more gold, You thought brother was to be sold, Commanded me to serve your mother, She did not for a minute bother, About me and my girl child, In tradition, a girl is a void, For parents who have toiled. I despise your tradition, Which has rated woman so low, Woman such as you are a blow, To our freedom and existence. For the good...
Toyed by conventional tide, A woman is cloyed, A battered woman Faces the force of society, Soaked in false sanity, A balance sheet count To get a husband in discount . She invests herself in a man To find companion if she can, Her feelings freeze, Catering to new needs. Stupid Woman! A husband she bought To get herself caught, In a web to consort, A man not of her sort. From ‘Serenading...
A girl was sitting in the train, She had the look of a strain And had the prick of a thorn, In her talk, a mentally worn, People had the right to censure, Enjoyed humiliating laughter. She was a rape victim, Before, in a school was innocent, She was friendly with a guy, She didn’t know why. He offered her something to eat, To let her off in the street. She did not understand, What to her...
Arresting attention, Captive eye, Arresting affection, Allusive tie, Amorous dreams, Sparkling light, A triggered night, Rain of kisses, Cheeks subtle and shining, A glowing fire To enrich body and soul, Mingled for chain of creation.
From Serenading Poems Part one
Patches of blue and white, Slices of sunshine right, Into the branches which shake, Leaves in dance does make, A rustling sound in summer breeze, People on the way are seized, By a desire to have a gaze, At the green leaves in a maze, Spring has for music set a stage, Persons to enjoy of all age, People in colorful hues, Go into the summer new.
From ‘Serenading Poems Part one’
Human is a can of corruption, Crowned by the glory of caption, A tool for peace is treaty, Moving towards a hell of retreat. By isles of missiles, Is the world cornered. Asunder are hills and rivers, In world of feather and nether. Religion is a curse for divinity, Framed in a search for calamity, The big oil of computer, Spills over the workers. With unabated breath, Humans throng to death While...
The silky saline water of the seas, Gets into the fishy groves in earth, Filling cavities, forming the beauty store, Lashing the store, forming a shapely surf. Nature’s gift the water is, In body of beings it is blood, From the grey clouds it is shed As water to which we are chained, When it melts, it is drained, During floods, death is rained. Water is an omnipotent force, Gliding and...
A train journey is the journey of life. The journey of life has a destination, waiting. ‘Whereto’ In semblance a chain, Is moving the train, With its inside clustered, Leaving many bewildered. The crust so irregular and heavy, Craggy, fumy and snowy, The time changed, To moments engrained. The zigzag move thrilling, With the hillocks retreating, The gliding move flitting, To challenge...
Hello! Wishing you all a happy new year. This is the last video on ‘Ripples Roping Memories’ Back home, Rani spends her time with her maternal cousins. She goes to Bhima park, plays cricket and watches beauty of the wild forest. Monaco circus have pitched their tent in Pehrauli. Rani, her brothers and sisters and Karnesh buy tickets and enter the circus tent. Western music is...
