Xpre$$!ons...
Come for your daughter,
and not for your matter.
How can you forget, you women?
Don’t relations matter more than your ego?
Yes, you offered donations.
I cannot thank you for it.
Because… you ‘gave’ with no pretension.
Today, all you do is, just that!
We have done our duty,
we fell on your knees nearly,
asking you to return,
you shoved us away pompously.
Why should we beg you?
Loved ones don’t ask for alms.
Enough is enough.
We’re not going to prove nothing.
You’re not going to understand,
Listen to your ego,
it can do no harm than it has already done.
So, I let you free. Go away from our life!
Stay blessed, and please don’t come.
Don’t come for your daughter, for your sister.
Don’t come for nobody.
We don’t await you, no more.
Bumpy boule'words'...
25.7.12
My mother is my baby!
Xpre$$!ons...|
When I walked alone to bring you back home,
I saw you standing waiting for a bus,
The bus, u never waited for.
You looked back tirelessly,
perturbed... but with hope!
Hopelessly, I walk up to you.
When I saw you there,
I saw a kid.
A kid annoyed with her mother.
Here, I come… my baby!
Come back home,
play the same old game,
But if you lose,
accept it with poise.
You don’t have to be a ‘mother’ all the time.
When I walked alone to bring you back home,
I saw you standing waiting for a bus,
The bus, u never waited for.
You looked back tirelessly,
perturbed... but with hope!
Hopelessly, I walk up to you.
When I saw you there,
I saw a kid.
A kid annoyed with her mother.
Here, I come… my baby!
Come back home,
play the same old game,
But if you lose,
accept it with poise.
You don’t have to be a ‘mother’ all the time.
4.1.12
In the kingdom of vices
Xpre$$!ons...
In the kingdom of vices,
your mother is not the Queen.
But, you will be the Princess…
You, Oh Princess!… you will grasp after time.
That beauty is short-lived,
that life in the empire is momentary,
that child-like innocence is passing,
that all this is happening,
that you are mistakenly in the wrong,
that these ‘wrongs’ will meet you tomorrow,
that this present is not your future.
In the kingdom of vices,
before you take in,
all this will be gone.
And that present,
will be your only present.
You will abhor beauty,
you will write your past.
And that past, will be your only present.
Like your mother, you will be a mother,
like your mother, you will not be a Queen.
But, you Oh Princess!… you will bear a Queen.
In the kingdom of vices,
your mother is not the Queen.
But, you will be the Princess…
You, Oh Princess!… you will grasp after time.
That beauty is short-lived,
that life in the empire is momentary,
that child-like innocence is passing,
that all this is happening,
that you are mistakenly in the wrong,
that these ‘wrongs’ will meet you tomorrow,
that this present is not your future.
In the kingdom of vices,
before you take in,
all this will be gone.
And that present,
will be your only present.
You will abhor beauty,
you will write your past.
And that past, will be your only present.
Like your mother, you will be a mother,
like your mother, you will not be a Queen.
But, you Oh Princess!… you will bear a Queen.
21.7.11
When you don’t come…
Xpre$$!ons...
I smile for a second, laugh for a minute,
and before the cry returns,
I wait for the best moment to come.
That moment is again; a get-together for some seconds,
a second that brings happiness elongated.
When such awaited call rang no bell,
a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t come but don’t promise,”
my heart cried…
But I faked it, and said “it’s okay”
I don’t know how you wait, oh woman!
Woman, whose man is on the border.
I cry hopelessly, when I feel the distance.
And the next time you come,
make no news.
It hurts, when you don’t come.
I smile for a second, laugh for a minute,
and before the cry returns,
I wait for the best moment to come.
That moment is again; a get-together for some seconds,
a second that brings happiness elongated.
When such awaited call rang no bell,
a tear ran down my cheek.
“Don’t come but don’t promise,”
my heart cried…
But I faked it, and said “it’s okay”
I don’t know how you wait, oh woman!
Woman, whose man is on the border.
I cry hopelessly, when I feel the distance.
And the next time you come,
make no news.
It hurts, when you don’t come.
10.5.11
Xpre$$!ons...
No, I am not asking for anything more,
little less but not lesser than less.
There is more in everything I ask for
But less in what I think I have.
’I am not the only one asking,’
….is what you would say,
So, I ask nothing at all.
But take away all that ‘very little’ I have.
For petite they are, and they stay no longer.
No, I am not asking for anything more,
little less but not lesser than less.
There is more in everything I ask for
But less in what I think I have.
’I am not the only one asking,’
….is what you would say,
So, I ask nothing at all.
But take away all that ‘very little’ I have.
For petite they are, and they stay no longer.
29.4.11
Xpre$$!ons...
It's so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!
Every time i stand there, it's just for 'some' time.
That time, this time and every time,
i wish no distance from the old that has gone,
i wish no closeness to the newness to come,
...i wish no colour that changes me,
i wish i stand here for long and say,
"It's not so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!"
It's so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!
Every time i stand there, it's just for 'some' time.
That time, this time and every time,
i wish no distance from the old that has gone,
i wish no closeness to the newness to come,
...i wish no colour that changes me,
i wish i stand here for long and say,
"It's not so difficult to stand, stand in one place for long!"
11.4.11
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