Poems@aparna

He says She says But damn who is heard? Freedom is your birth right  To achieve it still she fights  Stampedes he through his might Curbing all the possibilities of her flight.  Desires burn alive  To fetch a pell of water,  she walks a mile.  Her ambitions, churn his bile  Making him pursue a divorce file.  He says She says But damn who is heard?  Skin, flesh not even a bone spared  Protruding her sanity, an emotion not cared  When in anger she flared Humiliation with death was paired.  Knocking the doors of society  Let it go, pray to Almighty Suppresses her fraternity Allowing her to talk, he fears calamity.  He says  She says But damn who is heard?  When the womb cries pink  Cut is her worldly link  Shatters her survival in a blink His hands of her premature blood stink.  Money decides her worth  Traded just after her birth  He enjoys the selling with mirth  When will we cle...

 Old is gold, C'mon the proverb is long back sold. If it was true, I wouldn't be the lone bread mould.  Discarded from the family lot, I wash my own pot. Left to the wind, my woundy maggots rot.  Superstar onced they called me, Teenagers enacted me in sweaty tees.  Glamour and fashion, Amounted to my ration. Herores are God, Was the Indian tradition.  A line crooked in the face  Was once noticed by the competitors race.  Retire now, Wrap up your show For the next superstar is in the row. "Senior artist have a reputation in the industry" Is the God of all the mockery. Forget the reputation  I don't even have an identification For they say out of sight is out of mind Life takes over you in its grind.  Sixty isn't about sunsets, But its definitely about mindsets. Determining what one gets.  Sixty isn't about fame, For long over is the game You are a living memory in name.  Sixty certainly isn't about thrill, Avoid the dress with a fril...

NOTHING is EVERYTHING  Nothing in my hand to hold, For I gave away Without being told. Nothing in my bag to treasure, For I never collect Things that can be of measure.  Nothing in my room to lock, For I opened the doors So that everyone could flock.  Nothing in my heart to weep, For I forgave Allowing happiness to seep.  Nothing in my ego to shed, For I always bend Allowing others pride to be fed. Nothing in my memory to brood,  For I forget  Everything that is rude.  Nothing in my vision to capture,  For I walk the road Enjoying the journey with all rapture.  Nothing in my words to say,  For I listen Willing to those who have become fray.  Everything in the poetry Nothing conquered For I believe some day The testament will come true Without me being stonkered.  Finally, Nothing gives me Everything  Hopefully you have understood atleast something!!!😉😉

 A Dyslexic Pupil I'm mincing with words  And u r asking me to give my boards. I'm struggling with 'b' n 'd' And u r expecting a Ph.D  I see cat as tac  And u r loading more books on my rack. Words suddenly appear blank to me And you say "Can't u see?" Certain words are a pain to pronounce  " He is lazy." u announce. Letters look up and down Hearing me read u frown. Images look better  The way I want, y don't u cater? Reading writing is not my liking  Let me do some more singing dancing n trekking.  Don't judge me by my book  How I draw just have a look.  Classroom may not be my favourite place But what I enjoy most is running a race.  Academics decide my worth  This is happening since my birth.  How and when will I rise? Nobody can hear my cries.  Treat me as equal  Spread awareness, be vocal. Signing off with a thought  Will u allow my childhood to rot?????

Woods of ImaginationPerspiring through the brow Where every tree gets to grow Standing tall in a row Are Woods of Abundant Possibilities. Escaping the wrath of nature Every sappling has a future Adapting to the changing culture Are Woods of infinite Abilities. Allowing the creeper to glide Branches that do not let it slide Where stronger supports weaker to survive Are Woods of basic Civilities. Flowing water on the edge Deep a cuckoo lays egg All given nothing to beg Are Woods of golden Opportunities.  Collecting the firewoods Worshipping the sacred grooves Love blossoms not a creature broods  Are Woods of native Humanities.  Howling sounds of wind Raining hails in the hind End of the thin skinned Are Woods of harsh Hostilies.  Spreading its own territory  Killing its own fraternity Friction fire causing casualty Are Woods of futile Insecurities. Oozing out the sap Falling to the earth's lap As man dons his cap Are Woods of ruthless cruelities.  Place to hi...

  AWAKE Millions twinkling stars in the sky The beauty is a delight to the eye Marvelling the wonders of the Almighty Knight Keeps me awake all night Silence is the king of all  Peace answers your call Soaking in this serene might Keeps me awake all night  Pops up a thought  With which in the day I fought Searching for the answers right Keeps me awake all night.  This and That More than the destiny can grant Dreaming beyond my sight Keeps me awake all night.  What went wrong?  Who was strong?  Dissolving the internal fight Keeps me awake all night.  Fall makes the knee weak Future sometimes is bleak Hugging my teddy tight Keeps me awake all night.  Mahatma's rise to fame How the Luther revolution came Reading about the success flight Keeps me awake all night.  Awake to see the first ray Awake to breathe fresh at bay Awake to touch the glistening dew Awake to smell the coffee brew Awake to keep the fire Awake Awake to keep the passio...