Behind the curtains
Of maturing time,
There is a stubborn child;
Still seeking for a puppet
To play with.
The world has enough time
To play with her.
Unfortunately;
she has lost her turn
When she has a puppet to.

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Infancy
is incomplete
without
"Cartoons"
Festival is
incomplete
without
"Festoons."

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First &Last

My first cry
defined my struggle,
My first day in Institution
defined my acceptance of life,
My first test in life as a paramour
defined my patience,
My first adjustment for whole life will define my espousal ,
My last cry
will define my freedom.

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I forget those cradles
Which lure my infancy.
Today my heart used to
Shievering with the nightmare
Of losing my own self,
In the wave of felicitaties.

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Before I was born,
Before I was known
to be alive.
I'd no gender roles to play
then but when
struck by morning light.

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A RAY OF HOPE -- INFANCY
I lived as a sperm in my dad..
I crossed millions of sperms and reached my mom...
I was happy
You won the race my heart said..

Living inside my mother's womb
I started counting my days to come into this beautiful world
9 months passed and I'm out..
I cried.
Everyone smiled.
I felt proud because I'm a winner.
I believe,my success is not accidental..
God planned it.
I thought that's the end of the race,
but never ever dreamt that I have to run every minute of my life...

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Nine months in my mother's womb,
Strange darkness as if, in a tomb,
Neither a hand to pull me out,
Nor a voice to call aloud,
A calm,stillness prevailed inside,
Aroused my fear but no way outside,
My tiny hands and feet too weak,
Hit now and then some forceful kicks,
Struggling hard to have a sight
Of the morning bright,
But the womb always
devoured the light....

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Lost is my infancy,
Lost is my childhood,
Lost is my youth,
Lost is my status,
Lingering in my Senility,
One day it will be lost,
Everything is to be lost,
Life itself is to be lost !

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गुलाब से भरी वादियों
और प्यारे पर्वत
धंधली स्मृतियों में
मेरे बचपन में
घास पे लगी हुई वो
ओंस कि बूंदे
मीठे झूठ से बने
किस्से, कहानियां
और वो मासूम किताबों
में चित्र.. कविताएं
खेतों की मेडो पे लगे पेड़
और झूले
हरे हरे खेतो कि खुश्बू
अंधेरी रातें और जुगुनू
भागते बच्चे
ये एक मोहब्बत
जो
खुद से थी।

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In front of this infancy of cosmos,
I'm just a matter of star dust..!

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