The Effect of Rain

I feel the chilling breeze flowing since night,
And that faint sun still emanating some light.
The noise of the raindrops falling on the roof,
Make me crazy, I start to move around to goof.

When the rain strikes the leaves of the shivering plants,
The melody produced asks me to step into a sweet trance.
The afraid flowers close their petals to stay safe,
When the morning chill moves happily all over with nippy waves.

The sound of the thunder and the flash of the lightening,
And the sound of the afraid dogs and of other creatures whining,
With the occasional chirp of birds and the moos of the cows,
And the happiness of the farmers and poor peasants willing to plough-
Add to the beauty of the nature, and the effect of rain,
When water will quench our thirsty throats and not dump into huge drains.

And then the rainbow shines when the sun looks at the drenched Earth,
And even the nature starts to smile with the true mirth.
I feel so satisfied when I look onto the fresh flowers dazzling under light,
And praise that Almighty who is solely responsible for their might.

The whole environment around gets filled with a new life,
A new wave of renaissance stretches its arms to hug the different creatures with pride.
I feel so delighted to smell the odour of the new jasmines,
And to see that nothing around me shouts with depression or appears snide.

Even the dying flowers get a new hope to staunch their dying stalk,
And even my crippled dreams get a new hope to walk!
I can hardly recollect if I had ever felt as lucky and happy as I felt today,
When the moisture-laden breezes lifted from me all the feelings of dismay.

I felt I was purified as the blots of dissatisfaction on me were washed away by the rain,
And all my secrets were revealed and my entire grief or remorse had become arcane.
When I saw the trees trembling and the little grass stand erect,
I realized that being weak cannot necessarily attract all troubles with you as the target.

The fair breeze lifted that umbrella, which hindered joy to approach me,
And for the first time I was standing to lick merriness for free.
I could never imagine that this nature will try to help me out,
And respond in such a beautiful way to my regular helpless shouts.

The first time I'm bereft of words that can detail my experience,
Because I never realized that a single rain can erase most of my grievance.
I feel lucky, lucky to have life within me,
Because if I were not alive, I would have never felt this overwhelming glee.

Girls : A blessing or a curse?

With her birth, somewhere was played a bassoon
And somewhere were the sounds of an unhappy croon.

When she opened her eyes, some people were happy,
Unlike her blood relatives, showing the signs of being snappy.

A girl is a amongst the marvels created by God,
Then why is she considered among the awful odds?

Since birth she faces discrimintion because of her gender,
Why with her, a girl, the parents never tender?

Parties rock all night with the birth of a son,
In our society boys and girls are not treated as equal ones.
The remorse and sadness can be visible in those families,
Who have only daughters to earn by their abilities.

The birth of a girl is rarely an extravaganza,
Our long tradition curses her existence.
It's only the males, who are an asset of bonanza,
Who are loved even when they are filled with defiance.

Her education hardly extends over the high school,
Because her parents don't want to waste their tools-
Over her but on the educations of their sons.
Her mother also forgets that even she was a girl once.

The first trouble that faces her parents is regarding dowry,
Which immediately makes them unaffectionate and loury.

A girl is not included in the family as she has to go after the marriage,
Or to the market forcefully to sell herself in a carriage.

Her respect is devoured by those who wish to exploit her womanhood,
And in an instance she loses her sheen, her hardihood.

A girl cannot walk alone even in a crowded street,
As she is fearful of those 'men' who may interfere to deplete-
Her 'respect' in the listless customs of a brainless society,
Who ever sacrifice girl children to please their divine deity.

Even after a girl is married off, she may not live a life of comfort,
She still has to face the frowns and anger of the people in her husband's world.
Most of the times she is forced to burn herself in that fire where she cooks food,
And sometimes she is even thrown on the street when she satisfies the need of the brood.

A girl's tears are never cared; her dreams are never valued,
The customs of our society are only where the elder individuals are glued.
A mother also avoids to understand the feelings of her daughter,
As she knows that she herself is dragging her to the slaughter.

I feel so pity to see what's happening around me,
Is everyone blind? Can anyone see?
Is no person around a feminist any longer?
Will the girls be always tortured by a race which is physically stronger?

A girl is known by her husband's name,
If her husband loses his respect, she is also defamed.

A widow cannot still re-marry in most places,
She is burnt alive and ironically, no one approaches the police to files cases.

A girl-child is no longer a wish in any family,
If a girl is born she simply becomes a burden to carry.

The truth is that the conditions of women in our society cannot get worse,
No one has the ability to answer truthfully, 'Who is a girl? A blessing or a curse?'

When will the happy days come?

The rains of acid have pierced my naked soul,
In this joy exchanging earth, God has not given me any role.
I'm exempted from holding any happiness and keep it safe with myself,
In this world of tall and mighty, I feel like I'm a little ugly elf.

I'm bereft of friends, who can hold my hand and proudly say,
That they'll love me forever and always make me gay.
I'm tired of drinking blood of my dead dreams everyday,
And finding only a coffin for me to comfortably lay.

I'm exhausted crying those tears of remorse when I find you so jolly with him,
Whenever you touch him, the pain in my eyes gets raised to the brim.
I ask myself with a sigh, 'Why did you have to leave me so early?
Why was I been cursed by the divine Lord to lose someone so dearly?'

I'm being stabbed by the dagger of loneliness periodically without a fail,
I'm forced to withstand the every piercing abhorrent gale.
The surroundings ask me to hate myself and pawn my confidence,
They tell me not to think again of any sweet reminiscence.

I'm fatigued after winning so many insults everytime, everyday,
Wherever I go, I'm accompanied by the loud clouds of dismay.
I'm often coerced to lick the mud of mockery without any complain,
And in the crowd of thousands, only I'm tagged as the disdain.

O Lord, when will the happy days come?
I don't long to see many, but atleast some.
Even I wish to stay convivial at some point of time,
And feel the much desired feelings of being sublime.

I wish to see the sun without the eclipse,
And get the chance to again kiss her wet lips.
I desire to see those people, who are transparent with their opinions,
And who do not become entirely two different individuals in different conditions.

I want to revive the reverberation of my laughter,
I don't want to allow this world to come and slaughter
The timid spirit hiding beneath the layers of my skin,
Who faced the mockery by the members of its own kin!

Even I want to hear the melody of the praises again,
And not just the roar of some obscene gruntles.
Even I wish that someone should hug me tight with affection,
And forever become my friend by always being subtle.

When will these happy days come?
When will I be also among the happy ones?
When will my rueful past swap with the future's honey?
When will my present erase all my mournful ironies?

When will I be able to stand and face the world alone?
When will I be treated with everyone's gentle tones?
When will I be allowed to lock my fingers in your sweet-smelling ringlets?
And when will the rain-water interfere to make my eyes wet?

When will I be by your side again, holding your hands?
When will my soul reincarnate from the infertile sand?
When will you fight this whole world to come back to me?
When will you rest in my arms again and feel that inexplicable glee?

When will the roses bloom in the garden of my hopes?
When will I be freed from these burning, suffocating ropes?
When will my long patience of mine pay off in a pleasant way?
When will I be able to comfortably see a happy day?

O Lord of this world, who gives smile to the dejected,
Why my dreadful conditions have left you unaffected?
When will you instil happiness in my empty life?
When will you give me some happy days in this strife?

When?... Till when shall I wait?...
When will the happy days come?
When will I be stained forever with fun?
When?.... O’ Lord, when?

I Bleed for You

I was neglected by your happy jovial eyes so often,
That I was forced to feel like I'm a petty lonely orphan.
Your jaunty laughs suppressed my existence in such a delightful way,
Today, I've forgotten to love, smile, and snigger and feel gay.

You kicked me off your life with so much ease,
And almost immediately my beating heart was declared on lease.
You forgot everything about me, my all hopes and dreams,
Despite you knew that I always echoed your name whenever my nightmares screamed.

I felt I was being pranked upon when you fled,
But when you never returned, my eyes got red -
Due to pain and that blood, which my heart pumped sadly,
So that I could cry that blood out as a symbol of remorse, quite madly.

My tears were not significantly enough to display my distress,
And clearly show that how much your absence could harass -
Me, and my faith in all good, holy things happening around.
Your absence shouted in every part of my body without making sound.

I used to attach my name to you whenever I called you up,
But now, I no longer had the right to boast my luck.
It all ended the way which couldn't have been more painful and sad,
And out of this pool of dysphoria, it was only you who emerged glad.

I was left to drown and drown in the deepest layers of sorrow,
While you comforted yourself on the smile of Lord Mellow.
You never valued me much and so escaped any kind of suffering caused because of me,
I was the fool who regarded you as a silver bowl which contained my little glee.

I was pushed naked into the blades of loneliness because of you,
When you stayed tender and jaunty with your love in the rivers of fresh dew.
I found no alternative to keep myself aloof from getting troubled and blue,
As everyday, without a fail, I bleed for you...

You never felt the pain which I received when you left me that unlucky day,
And you never even tried to listen what my languid heart had to say.
In a second you kicked that stool, on which I stood with a rope around my neck,
Leaving me hanging, and allowing me to get choked to death.

The waves of my true love roamed aimlessly in the ocean of despair,
To ask you to come back but they couldn't even trace your single hair!
You had firmly broken all those links which could further connect you and me,
When you had kissed him with acceptance in that auspicious breeze.

I'm broken today; my each part is holding a strand of my dead hope,
Which wished that someday you'll come to me and together we'd elope -
And enter into a world where no hindrance could interrupt our love and its fresh hue.
But today everything has collapsed, and I'm left to bleed for you...

A Daisy In December

Years of miseries in a feeble life had made her ill,
She always appeared sick and never showed any movement by her will.
Even the efforts made by the gushing air were all trashed in vain,
As that daisy stood still with no hope of meeting someone sane.

She always faced dejection and refusal in one way or the other,
There existed no one who could praise her beauty in a tone like that of a lover.
Only her sisters and friends were praised by the passers-by,
This bitter everyday neglection she suffered further made her cry.

She was never noticed, never allured and never appreciated,
The serene beauty she possessed was always hated.
Even though she tried all ways to make herself shine amongst all,
She was only overlooked by the little and the tall.

Once her entire family was chosen to adore the princess bride,
But she was left there unnoticed by anyone’s sharp eyes.
Her own kin mocked her inability to please the ones for whom she was born,
While they were being carried to the Royal Wedding leaving her crooning and torn.

Even the pleasant butterflies never hovered above that daisy,
This rotten treatment forced those some rays of hope within her to get hazy.
She was unable to find even a little abode in the land of peace,
Where she could spend her remaining life with joy, untortured by the fleas.

People often trampled her when they passed by her,
Her stability and power were all frequently stirred.
There was no one who sympathised her or cried for her,
And so, she started to find the feelings of love turning blurred.

Her once bright, jovial colours started turning pale because of depression,
She never even tried to feel again the selfless love’s sensation.
She never needed water or the fresh drops of dew to adore her neglected petals,
As the tears she cried incessantly fulfilled all her needs of needing water to look mettle.

She was left lonely at the time when the year was approaching it’s end,
While the rest of the world celebrated for the arrival of the next year as an unfallible trend.
She felt discomforted in that snow which had fallen in that cold December,
And helpless for no one could hear her as they all rested in a quiet slumber.

The chunks and flakes of snow covered her fully and she couldn’t see,
Unlike the others, who could still watch the blue skies.
It included those creatures who insulted her simple charm and that tree,
Which sometimes supported her and prevented her cry because of all her broken ties.

Still, with all her energy and might she penetrated that snow which hindered her vision,
To see that world which was responsible for giving her those different forms of depression.
She looked placid but ever whiter because of immense cold,
Her stem started trembling in that chilly evening which indirectly fortold –

Her death, in this world of pain and losses.
And she feared losing her ignored identity amongst the nasty mosses.
Even her roots sensed inability to hold her tight in that chill,
As they were numb and feared the snow which appeared to fall from the highest hill.

She shedded her petals, and looked high up with regret from her empty stalk,
As whenever she was lonely, she saw a friend in the azure sky with whom she could talk.
Today it was blanketed by the vast mass of black, ugly clouds of grief,
Which demanded all her joy and her scarce feel of some relief.

She felt sorry for she could not accomplish the task which she was entitled to do,
When she stepped into this Earth in the form of a seed with a fade hue.
She could not please the eyes of the people who looked upon her,
She got no appreciation but a lot of disgusted murmurs.

She never knew which fault lay within her which obstructed joy to approach her,
Which all of her relatives, being exactly the same, recieved without any hampers.
With this view in mind she went to a long sleep from where she could never recover,
And all her questions were frozen and that daisy died in the chill of December.

The Divine Love

That dark time hadn't passed when you were still with him,

After leaving me tied with despair on a chair emitting grim.

Your brown eyes never turned blue with cold,

Despite you knew that you were the one who struck me bold.

I sat there for ages crying those worthless tears,

In that grey room of solitude who drinks all of your fears -

And produces a man who shimmers with depression,

Who is totally devoid of loving someone again with the true affection.

I had forgotten you completely with my wish and will,

But whenever I look at the moon, I find you staring me still,

And in those thousand stars which flicker with awe and confusion.

You smile at the desperate condition I'm in with heart-felt elation.

I see you in those blissful flowers which adorn anyone's relationship,

And I can feel you when I hear the temple bells ringing before the worship.

My heart still beats for that love, which I imposed on you,

Which can be restored if the thorns of loneliness don't puncture me through.

I always knew I wasn't worth you in every aspect of a mortal's vision,

Still I consoled myself and expressed my love before you without a hesitation.

I was certainly broken with your denial and discomfort,

And so I'm walking today in an unspecified future of mine, quite hurt.

The love birds I see twittering gaily with their mates on my way,

Moisten my eyes and coerce my heart to cry and say -

Why the good Lord didn't secure any love for me before he sent me to this world,

Why all the good, happy things were forbidden to approach this nerd?

I always come to a pause whenever your beauty comes across my noisome mind,

I start diving into my past in which you were the only bliss I could ever find.

Now, my tears and pain have no meaning in defining my love for you,

I feel numb like a grass in the winter who gets to bear the ice-cold drop of dew.

I often stand in the rain so that the pure water heals my bare flesh of dejection,

But that impeccable purity further intensifies my harmless conflagration.

I always return from the rain drenched in an uncanny melancholy,

Can't any virtue of this glorious nature make my conditions any holy?

I have no idea about how much happy you are resting in his arms,

But believe me, even I can get you that feel with a flashy spark of charm!

My heart is still unlocked for you to lock it with your furtive love,

And I'm all ready to offer my life for you if you want it to be served.

I cannot manage to weep my remorse everyday when you talk about him in front of me,

It may appear that I have got a hard heart which cannot easily bleed.

But the doleful truth lies naked grinning in front of me with a pinch of fear,

If you do not accept me even now, I'll certainly die in the coffin produced by my endless tears.

"I love you more than anyone else,

This is what everytime my mind tells.

Though my love may not appear to shine,

But it is certainly a lot divine."

I Don't Know

Expectations are never hurt, they are willfully broken,
No excuse works then because it is awfully intentional.
The wind smiles at the palace of the cards when it is fallen,
As it only desired to see them all scattered in the open!

It is said to act and respond either now or never,
I feel bemused to see myself hopelessly sever -
In the extremes of performance and bearings,
Why can't I rebuke after an intense hearing?

I wasn't under deep depression earlier,
I had been sad because of everything I get to hear -
About myself and the subsequent pain I endorse,
But today the situations have changed the tables to get coarse.

At one side, I'm burdened with hopes and expectations,
At other side I'm being mocked because of my hesitations.
I never denudate a person with my sarcasm,
Even though his words and comments may cause me spasm.

The meaning of life has changed for me,
There is no warmth left for me to feel.
Even my chest is trained now with efficiency,
To face the ever nipping breeze.

Sadness -
Is now what I always feel.
My life does not getting any happier,
With each day it is getting messier.

Happiness -
Has changed its meaning.
My smile does not show that I’m happy at times.
I’m happy only when I correctly interpret my whines.

Loneliness -
Has arrived to accompany me.
It is my companion now and my friend,
And helps me immensely to fetch some glee.

Betrayal -
Has came running to hug me.
If I desired to trust someone sometime,
I was hurt despite I never committed any obnoxious crime.

I don't know...
Till when I will be the only sufferer,
In this world who always pampers,
The ones who are already happier!