Amplifying your Impulse…

Amplifying your Impulse…

While looking at the stars and gazing at the Sun,

We all search for inspirations,

Be it Celebrity stars or entrepreneurs,

and football teams or tough mountain climbers.

With binoculars in our thoughts we chase Google,

And try to script write what they doodled,

But I found the one just the next door,

Who amplifies her impulse and nothing more………

 

She walks like she is spying on time,

And rocks life as if she is the Sunshine,

She is the river that crosses the rocks and stones,

Fearless of the path and the thrones unknown,

Always tired of getting tired,

And jolting around through mud and mire,

Though nothing special she exceptionally does,

Except amplifying her every impulse……

 

There are a lot like her all along,

Whose life itself is a motivational song,

Lets not just track the colossal visionaries,

But hunt for qualities that seems illusionary,

Keep all your glares and binoculars aside,

And under the sun just look through your heart the sight,

You will find its her, your near and dear,

Maybe its your mother who is rather to be celebrated and cheered,

Lets walk through an extra mile,

Amplifying our impulse in her style………..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was just 6…

 

Its an end to your community, if you don’t stop here right off

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She was just 6, a bright little kid, sparkling around among the other stars, her innocent smile that could light up the dark nights. But today what I see in her eyes is darkness. At an age when she knew least about her gender, the difference between a girl and a boy, she had faced that unspoken thing.

She felt nothing, was almost blank, emotionless whenever it had happened to her. But somewhere she felt lost. She would try to control the water flowing out of the tap, struggled to hold the pressure but failed. She couldn’t weep, because she didn’t know what to feel sad for, and she was struggling to find an answer to her emotions.

And she grew up unanswered, until she became mature enough to know, to understand that she was one among those who had suffered. And after that day, she started losing herself and her self confidence diminished.

“Why me?” She would often question herself, but there is no answer, even today to her innocent questions. It’s not just about one such girl, there are thousands, lakhs of such 6 year olds, and even younger ones. Who are they, the heartless inhuman men outside, why are they doing this, and what are they trying to proof, is it your manhood. If it is then manhood is a curse mind me. No longer will you be saved. These girls are questioning today, and just one spark and your whole inhuman community will be destroyed. Don’t just come in her way or else your end is not very far-off.

Red is my color…

Audacity of hope..

Red is my colour,

To make you understand, I endeavour,
Try to analyse and try to favour.
It is not just a thought, but an attempt,
To treat ill minds that are curable.

When I was born, I was put in a red cradle,
I grew up watching the red faces for a girl-children in anger,
Red became my favourite,
But I never knew,
That someday I would be cadged in my own red world.

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From Your Oldest Friend, Pencil

With my slender sleek body you would play for hours,

All your emotions doodling on the floors and walls,

We would travel to the stars and go deep into the oceans,

And then with my edge all over the surface, you would shower rains in the sun,

I was dark and black but could paint your dreams,

And you could erase your wrongs, how cultivating it seemed,

We would revolutionize life,

And would fly like kites, But now I miss your hold,

Sitting alone in a box that is cold…..

You scratched me more and more sharpened I got,

You hurt me more and bolder I got,

And if you held me sleek I shaded your thoughts,

No matter how you treated me, a better you I brought,

And suddenly I realized you are losing my sight,

You are entering an illusionary world which is more than black and white,

And you are losing yourself too in those coloured malls,

Where you spend millions with no satisfaction calls,

I would cost you only a few pennies,

But what magic we created, your fantasies it carried,

I wish you remember me, your old friend,

And wish you would hold me soon, because childhood never ends….

I Can Whenever I Plan…

I know I can whenever I plan,
No matter how hard you try to scan,
You will never be me, the special me, ‘I am’,
I may have faults,
My journey has halts,
But you’ll find no full stops,
That’s what I recall,
You may be the best,
But I have my own zest,
I don’t mind the rest,
Because you’ll never be me, the special me, ‘I am’,
As I know I can whenever I plan……
I have lost a lot, but have found a little more,
I won’t tolerate your outrage as I have found the core,
The core of love, the core of pain, the core to door,
The door towards my aim,
I will fly higher than never before,
The highest may then feel insecure,
But I won’t desire to change what I am,
Though I know I can whenever I plan…

Footprints…

Thriving through the storms towards a victory valley,
You leave behind your footprints for the others to tally,
The road is slender; you have to walk alone,
And the fear of failure makes you look like skin and bones,
There is one sun through the day to light the infinite sky,
And infinite stars for nights to beautify,
All have got is a purpose to solve,
You may shine alone or a bunch may evolve,
Enlighten the days and brighten the nights,
Explore the unknown and ignite your insights,
There is a lot more than to fill your belly,
As you always leave behind your footprints for someone to tally…

I speak from my grave…

 

I will speak again and again till I am satisfied,
My voice is still shivering but will never be nullified,
I am dead in your minds but my soul still survives,
I wished to live even after you molested me;
I still wanted to be alive,
I wish I could be ‘A Mother’ of ‘A Lovely Daughter’,
And could let her hang around even after suffering such slaughter,
She would have been as free as a butterfly,
I would have lived my life through her lovely smile,
I would have never enclosed her in a princely jail,
Nor would have I ever imposed over her body a ‘dress code’ to sail,
I would have taught her rather to shout aloud,
To be intolerant no matter who would call her uncouth,
I am no more a lively ‘Indian Daughter’ but you are,
Don’t let your sister, your daughter to suffer,
My life’s tragedy should not be a grief for others,
Celebrate womanhood no matter what occurs,
Be the girl, who fights back,
Learn to kick at the right place, right time and don’t lag,
Don’t desire for a support you are not handicapped,
Just be the girl you are, the one who can never be trapped…….

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