Once a upon a time...

Once upon a time
there was a little girl
she was fair and beautiful
with soft black tendrils

she was loved by her daddy
and she looked up to him
"You're smart and intelligent"
he would tell her always

she grew up thinking so
and at every point
her daddy urged her on

since she was five
she had only one dream
some blue eyed smiling boy
would come and hold her hand

she would be happily married
with children around her
a few pets
and a nice little garden

but her daddy said no
he said you can't trust any colored eyes
"You have to be strong
on your own two feet
you should never be
at the mercy of anyone else"

along the way
many boys came
they saw her beauty
elegance and grace

they bent on their knees
and asked her for her hand
her heart grew happy
and turned to her dad

"No"
He would say
"He is not the right one"
sad and dejected, she'd say goodbye

"Daddy Daddy look, there's a boy
he wants to be my friend
all life long"

"No"
He would say
"You have to first be on your feet
and march on, shoulders square
and take on the world"

and so...

the little girl
marched on
through seasons
and through reasons

then one day
her daddy commando was no more
she stood on her heels
waiting for her command

"March!"
but none came
and then the fog lifted
and she saw

she saw that she was all alone
on an empty long road
no was she a little girl
but an old lonely woman

leaning on her only companion
her walking stick

Where are you?

I wander through this world
all alone
I have no time
to look by my side
to see, where is my mate

The day rushes past so fast
but the night confront's me
to my emptiness
I dread to go home

for it's a house and not really a home

Then I wonder, you too must feel the same
but then if you do
why haven't you found me yet?

I sip the cocoa and do the puzzles
hoping they'd make me go to sleep
when I can't figure it out.. I do
but if I solve it
I again keep solving

They told me it'd be tough
but this tough I never knew
this heart does not agree
to the men who have come forth

in neither do I find you
and they have started to say
I am too independent
time to clip my feathers
and put me in any cage

yet I know you are there
for I am made from you
If you hadn't been
I wouldn't be

So I bide my time
It is that I have not recognised you
even though you are right infront of me?

Therefore, it's my prayer...
Let me find you
for the nights are turning longer
and the puzzels, easier

Where are you?

A bird in a cage

We have become two strangers
living under the same roof
sharing the same blanket
but warmth has left us
and so has love

You come home,
put on the T.V.
eat the food I made
without a murmur
neither praise
nor critism
and go to bed
facing the wall

I wait for you whole day
yet when you come
you're not there
what is wrong i fail to understand

we were once so much in love
and waited to see each other
you looked forward to my cooking
got me flowers and chocolates
you told me i was your dream girl

and now
you say nothing at all
I talk to you
"Need to pay the electricity bill"
"O.K"
"I wanted to go out with Reena"
"Go"
"Shall we go for dinner with our friends"
"I'm tired"

Cold answers

Is it because now
I am yours
that I am no longer
enchanting
It is because a piece of paper
makes you my husband
that I am for granted?

I will wait
and watch
but one day
I will have had enough
Your big empty house
your fancy car
your credit card that you ask me to use
does not fulfil my need

I just need your love
which you have none to spare
I have become
a decorative piece next to you

I have a soul
that can't be caged
and fed
I need love
to blossom and dance

and when I know
I will never get it
I will silently open
the door of your cage
and fly away in own world out there

In search...

I can get through the day
but I can't through the intense night
I climb out of bed
stand, alone

not knowing where to go

If sleep comes, it comes late
after a lot of twists and turns
morning passes
but the heart has no inclination

to wake up to the morning rays

when eyes open they look around
wonder what they'd do now
reluctantly one gets up
again the harsh reality of the day light hits

and I stand there, alone

What is killing me I know not
but something is
of that I am sure

I wake up past the rays of morn
and night sees me late
till its almost dawn

life posses a question
compels you to think

and thought
fills the hours
fills the moments