"wow!what a pretty dress you wearing"
that made bitches around worth staring!
Sunflower and rose that it's bearing,
"Oh !that's your favourite flowers"-says her
Carrying the same prints on earrings.

"Take it" I am here to make you complete
And our bond that is no less than concrete .

Overseas apart that we are somehow!
Sharing and growing ceases now.
Yet winding memories like swarm of bees ,
With tears that our eyes squeezes .
Our everyday gossips afterall and ,
the drunken laughs without alcohol.

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"Doctor,Engineer" I have to be one,
For the responsibilities to undergone,
I am the only one,
And to support my parents there are
none.
"Doctor,Engineer-Why do you want to become?"
You have no financial responsibility to
overcome,
You are the first born,
Yet to get marry is your ultimate norm.
I was the first born daughter,
Treated like a Cinderella with a crown,
Bought a Prince who bent down on his knees,
My heels without slipping off,
Made its way to the Prince house.
"Mom,dad-Please come here "
I hardly have time to look after there"
My son is now an Engineer,
Working in IT,in an overseas sphere,
A glass of beer is a false appear,
Still a different atmosphere
from his parents,
who hardly know-"DEER and DEAR".
I am a melancholic woman now,
I took responsibilities of my home somehow,
I grief everynight from an unknowing pain,
"You have miles to go son" say again and again,
From caffeine to champagne I am insane,
"Money can't buy happiness" reveals my unstain with son's tear graven.

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ESSENCE

I was less than three,
Don't know more than where to pee.
Holding hands,moving around,
Amusing,befriending,dancing on
marry-go-round.

"Tip-toe,Tip-toe" to nursery door,
learning "one -two buckle my shoe"
And nothing more.

"chocolate,Icecream"- do you want anything more?
"No ,uncle take me to home."
Alas! he drew nearer,
with an evil smile that was unclear,
sensing a difference in his ESSENCE,
The empty room with no florescence,
still speaks about his effervescence,
On my under-aged adolescence.

From "tip-toeing" to clinched thighs.
From "one-two" to zipped my flew.
From munching "num,num" to punching me to "numb".

The journey of a below three,
Ended like a pine tree,
deserted,with thorns sinking
in a deep black sea.

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The glossy sparkle that lights the
dizzy,matured 4 storey,40 feet high structure,
It's the tradition to display our culture.

The "Dhanteras" carry Goddess Lakshmi's blessings,
withdraws the poor's stressing .

The small oil lamps shaped from clay,
Enrich with pleasure makes a miracle
on the avenue they lay.

"Hurray"-The adolescent makes a commotion
accompany with firecrackers explosion.

The diwali or a 'row of lights'
representing India's rich cultural diversity,
With blissfulness towards eternity.
Happy diwali!

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I were a girl.The society was overwhelmed by my school uniform.I was optimistic.I was innovative.The society curiously visualized an end to my youthful life by restricting my way to education.

I was a lady.I was a beauty.The society was fascinated by my majesctic appearance.The society could no longer withstand by charm and tied me into a knot with an unknown.

I was a women.I delivered birth to my offsprings.I lacked eductation and so my children departed leaving me in emptiness around.I was alone except my shadow to follow.The society was finally contented to see my agony rising day after day.My life was vulnerable . My existence ended.

So dear future women,
Do you want to be in the same agony?
Do you want to shatter your aspirations?
Do you want to extinct your beauty?
Do you want to reside in darkness before death?
Be bold,be brave,be athletic,be rough,be fierce .Have courage to overcome the obstacles. Pray for you and eliminate the people who prey on you.Change the society or else leave the society.

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They say she is frail,
who address "men" to assist.
They say alone she is a hollow,
Who walks behind men to follow.
They say she is born to deliver birth,
which calls for no education to work.

Who bothers to listen to she?
She is equally optimistic,
Who can aspire to fly as high.
she is as magnificient as universe,
footsteps of her are even on moon.
She is as respectful as a mother,
existence of yours is her favour.
She is as tough as steel,
who bleeds every month and remain still.
She is as eligant as swan,
which symbolizes love,glory and pride.
She can be fragile at times but
can alone heal.
She is as rigid as pillar,
on which "they " lean.

She is the silent storm,
She is the non cloudy rain,
She is the snow,she is the fire,
She is a phenomenal,
She is a Women.
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY.

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He-So finally "you are happy without me?"
who betrayed whom?.I am still single and you are married.

She-"who left whom?"You made false promise.You made me build castles in the nothingless of air.You had no right to broke something so beautiful into pieces.I was screaming out .Begging you off .You didn't turned back and departed.

You left me in complete darkness.The silence of nights was more terrifying for me than the shadows of people around. The emptiness inside was demolishing me. I heard the sound of an aching heart,but couldn't refrain it from breaking and falling apart.I was alone.All I needed was you.All I wanted was you.All that was needed to heal me was you.But I forgot that you are the one who ruined me too.

From weeping under the pillows everynight,don't know when I deliberately cease to think of crying. Time gave me strength .My mental and emotional wounds mended with time .Silence of the nights was burst out when I began to appreciate my own shadow.I fell in love with myself.The real me.
I gathered and united the broken pieces of my life and tied them into a knot with my husband .Loneliness without you turned into forever happiness with him.

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The days when my face had a look of contentment,
short skirt,shirt,tie,two side braieded hair and a batch were my identity,
The tone of my voice had no clarity,
When I was not surrounded by enmity,
When reaching after bell had a serious penalty,
When learning was a curiosity,
With everything upon destiny.

The memories of my kindergarten are back,
My daughter carry the same bag pack,
She takes a little water bottle and plenty of snacks,
She follows me with small footsteps on the track,
Sometimes behind my back,
Welcome back the days which my memories lacked.

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Door:

I was standing outside his door,
For I thought I still have the key of his core,
Weeping, hawling outdoor I asked him
"aren't we together anymore?"
"Get lost" he replied in hostile.
and my heart skipped a beat for
it has all emptiness pour in it.

Returning back from his door astonishingly,
finding the purpose of living miserably.
My parents ring and asked" where are you"?
" lost somewhere"-in a feeble voice I answered.


Walking, weeping,dwelling in past
didn't realize when I came back to my shore.
Parents interrogating me"are you alright"?
And a glass of water is pour
and I sat on the floor glancing them more.

Wiping my tears,holding my breathe,fragile from within,
I said -"The right door is here only"
My purpose of living is sorted.
The door is open.The door to my ambition,the door which holds my responsibilities,my opportunities,the door of love for family,the door of bonding with my dreams . The door of faith.The door which won't shatter me again.

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Dearest winter,
Your chilly breeze
Made many of us to freeze
Yet,Two people one blanket
One coffee two sipper,
Is something we relish.

The snowy hills with breathtaking frosting,
The non sweltering sunrays of yours,
Is immensely pleasing.
The rosy days and cosy nights,
are desirable supplement.

You are about to rush,
11months more to greet you back,
The spring is all set to approach,
Yet we can't cease to think of ,
fascinated by your presence,
overwhelmed by your existence.

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