Meri kahanii…

Barso baad jab mili dadi se or pucha unka haal chal,
Sochte hue vo boli main to apne bacho ko palti hui ek maa hi thik thi,
Aaj na rahe vo na raha mera astitva,
Bacho ko lori sunati shayd vo raat h thk ti,
Chod gaya beta mughe Mathura Vrindavan aaj,
Apne ghar ko seechti hui apna aatmasamarpan krti meri zindagi shayad vo h thk ti. . . . . . .

Pohochi ghar to pucha ma se kesi h tu ma,
Apne ateet ko ingit krti hui vo boli me to college me padti ek beti ek behen hi thk ti,
Aaj rakhti hu sbka dhyan,
Na din yaad rehta h na raat,
Shayd vo khilkhilati shaam vo mastmaula baat h thk ti. . . . . . .

Uchalti kudti pohoci me didi k pas socha yaha milega pura swad,
Or puch bethi kesi h tu didi,
Vo boli me to skul jati bachi h thk ti,
Aj koi dupatta khechta h to koi deta h sitti,
Me to phudakti khelti frock pehni bachi h thk ti. . . . . . . . . . .
Hua afsos ye sun kr to pohochi me pinki k pas,
Roti hui lag gayi vo mere gale or boli,
Teacher muge tokti h thk se betho,
Ladko se tum na yu ghulo milo,
Ladki ho tm pehchano ye baat,
Ladki ki zindagi h ek andheri raat,
Dar gyi hu me didi me to shayd ma k pet me hi thk ti,
Vaha na teacher ti or na andhera, kuch tha to umang dkne ki ek naya savera,
Didi shayd me to apne ma k sparsh me h thk ti. . . . . . . . . . . .

Dodi dodi pohochi me ma ke pas,
Or sir laga k ma ke pet se phr puch bethi, kesi h tu behen,
Dard me ro padi vo or boli,
Nahi janti me is samaj ko,
Na hi ladki or ladke k bech ki dewar ko,
Kyu marna chahti hai muge tu ma,
Aap teeno ko janam diya phr mere 7 kyu nh krti insaf,
Kya mge nahi haq dekne ka ye duniya,
Kyu 4 betiyo ki ma kyu naseb nh ye duniya,
Na tadpao sb meri ma ko, mita do chahe mre har arman ko,
Ek bat to mene ma k pet me mar k mene jani h,
ke ek ladki ki zindagi me bs ek kurbani h. . . .

It stains…

When i wake up early,
Something in my stomach is twirling,
Everything goes into a flurry,
As it stains…….
I hate it when i leak,
I hate it when i ooze,
I contain a mental shriek,
As i feel my womb coming loose,
Everywhere i lie, i am ashamed,
As always i leave there my stains…..

Every November, December,
When i am alone in a cold chamber,
I face a hilarious anger
Even if i touch a pickle container,
None is there to take care,
None is thereto pamper,
And i cannot even speak of my pain and therefore i stammer
That yes i stains………..

When it’s January, February,
Everyone is having tangy curries,
Except for me all is merry,
The weather smells of lively daisies,
But i, i smell of my red pain,
The horror of my seed draining in clotted blood,
I must suffer and let bleed,
My share is the crimson flood,
Because at that peculiar moment,
I am the one who stains yes i stains…………

It is March, April,
When everyone where frills,
But i can’t and it kills,
“You are impure, you stay in”, I’m told,
“Don’t widen your legs and try to sit with your legs fold,
You are not the same; you are impure and old,
Because my dear you are amongst the ones who stains…………………………….

Now it is May, June,
Everyone has ice-cream scoops,
All have water rides and chill in swimming pools,
And i have nothing to choose,
Neither games nor food,
And i am stopped from devouring those,
As it stains………..

Joyous july, august,
When all is at its lust,
Beautiful rains on the earth’s crust,
And i am forced to stay in,
On Auspicious September, October,
Diwali and durga puja when occurs,
And i am refused to pray and offer,
Because it stains…………

Its stains, it pains
But its mine, so don’t try to tame,
i was happy when it came,
As i was mature and not the same……….
It is sacred if it stains,
There is life where there is pain,
And it is when you my dear stains……………..

And if you wonder why it stains,
I’ll recite a story to you my female friends,
You’re chosen by the almighty my princess,
So don’t you feel my dear ashamed?
There is someone waiting inside,
Who is every month finding your Mr. Right,
And when he comes to your sight,
The one inside is full of delight,
But when the insider realizes he is not your Mr. Right,
The insider weeps with bloody tears of life,
Those tears are my friends the stains,
The stains of life and pain,
So dear be confident to claim,
That yes it stains, yes i stains………………………..