The Slum.

I see their clenched stomachs, impregnated with pangs of hunger,
But it also carries great strength, the one that urges them to earn every little morsel.

I see them dancing and bathing in the pools of mud,
But my contemptuous darting glares never seem to disrupt their innocent smiles.

I hear the pain and anguish of a molested daughter,
But the tenacity of togetherness heals her wound.

I feel their bare chapped feet, running on my skin,
But they leave the essence, of the touch of a pristine baby.

I smell the fear, of their hut collapsing on a rainy day,
But their palace stays intact, blessed by the power of their prayer.

I know that fortitude, the one that controls their darkest emotions,
But it also tells me, that they are broken inside.

I support the colossal bamboo that serves as their only toy
But their empty eyes fail to hide, that longing for something more.

I wonder, how would it feel,
If only for a day, I could Soak no more.

I see them cry, I hear them laugh, I soak it in,
For I am the Slum.

The Best Is Yet to be.

Laugh with me, on an evening distressed,

Hold my hand, for I feel blessed.

You've seen me bound, you've kissed me free,

Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.

A Fallen Leaf.

There, she rested, quiet and cold;

Deranged, defeated, no more a rich color of gold.

She fought the wind, met her end with a heart so brave,

The strength that most men wish for, from cradle to grave.

PS - All of my work on this blog will hereby be signed as ‘Ayushi’. I have bid adieu to my alias - 'Serendipity'. Writing no more happens to me by accident, it comes from within, its a natural flow now.

A Promise.

A promise; to love, A promise; to pursue Us,

every minute of every day. You may never say, but I see it;

in the thousand reflections, that this ring throws upon my face today.

***

PS - My darling sister got engaged yesterday evening :)

Summer Rain.

It seemed like a subtle mischief of the sky,

A little rain, a little change, was needed to discover, Who was I.

Leaves swam away with the cold breeze, not knowing why,

there was this sudden tease.


The carefree wind mellowed into a lullaby, making my senses dance,
Oh! wait, This is me ! A part of me, where I never threw a glance.
'Come, ride with me' , coaxed the wind,
Only if I knew, how it was such a beautiful trance.

I walked like the air I breathe, on the grass so green, in the gloomy lane,

as the cotton clouds played, and sprinkled the Summer Rain.

***

PS - Surabhi Surendra from Womanatics has started a series of interviews on her blog featuring her fellow bloggers, who have impressed her with their work. I have been obliged to be her first. Head over :)

Life is Short ?

They say "Life is short"

I say,

Aye fools, Don't you know ?

what really counts,

is all the happiness beyond those years.

Leave no desire untouched,

Let no passion stay unconcerned,

for it is only you, that matters.

If life offers a chance, Take it,

Let it explore 'You'.

Exchange a shy glance,

Leave your fate, for once, to chance.

Let the summer breeze wash away the guilt and the fears,

for, what really counts,

is all the happiness beyond those years.

PS - Lately, Poems have been growing on me. Kindly do tell, how I fare ? And is rhyming really all that important ? Because mine blatantly refuse to rhyme.

Once Again.

Empty.

Serene.

Calm.

The message, that your eyes convey.

Once again,

We met, we talked

You held my hand,

for I feared getting lost,

Again.

A gesture so little,

carried meanings so deep,

Yes, in plenty.

Seasons came,

Seasons went.

But You and I,

Stayed aloof.

I see the inky sky,

I feel the grass,

And I know that bird,

who mocks my love.

I have, no qualms,

no regret,

for I realize, you're not the soul I loved,

But I know pain,

excruciating raw pain.

And,

Once again,

I slip into sweet oblivion,

As we grew apart.

My Favorite Song.

With the sweet morning breeze of fresh spring, you sway along;

Making my feet, fly and dance with a desire so strong,

I wish, eternity shall last until eternity;

For it is with you, that I belong,

And your heartbeat plays,

My favorite song.

 PS - Inspiration credits - Lil Wayne

                                                        

Art of Love.

My heart takes flight, into the dusky sky,

My gestures don't say it, but I want to comply.

Be my friend, I can't stay apart
For I am afraid,
Thy love is thy art.

PS - This is my first attempt at writing a poem, please be courteous enough to give me your genuine feedback.