little miss

“No I don’t want that one
I want the red one
Not the green one
Please mama the red one for me.”

I heard a voice as sweet
As a nightingale
And turned to see
The tiny miss nagging.

How sweet is their world.
They live in true bliss
Mama and papa are there
To pamper little miss.

To doll her up and play
To make each and every day
Her laughter and baby talks
Are music to their ear.

A cute world for a princess
Full of love and pure bliss
That’s how it should be
For every little miss.

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

Parents

A little girl pretty as flower
grew up with neglect and scorn
never saw love in her parent’s eyes
nor did she won love from others.

She was the fourth girl child born
after three brothers, three sisters,
abuse, scorn, neglect was her share
in that overcrowded home of nine members.

One day her parents fixed her suitor
everyone was surprised as she was
the youngest of them all and all her
sisters were to be married yet.

She was wedded off to a distant land
which she discoveree was a pit of hell
her parents have bargained with her soul
to save them and remaining of their own.

Everytime she heard some one calling
a parent something similar to God
she used to stare vacantly at them
and hide her eyes to hide her tears.