This is not me!

I am but a soul trapped in the wrong body, 

I'm  but a body trapped in the wrong role, 

I'm in a place trapped around the wrong people, 

I’m anybody you want me to be,  but I'm  just not me!

Why did I live someone else’s life? 

Why did I have to pretend? 

Why did I keep quiet and gulp down

My difference of opinion?

I'm not me, 

As you know me to be. 

I’m not me, 

As you want me to be. 

I'm not me.. 

This is not me. 

I am a curve, you are a line, 

I’ve tried to straighten as you have liked, 

I’ve killed my passions, forgone my desires, 

Patiently accepted your way of life….. The good life.. 

Then why do I feel empty? 

why do I feel unsure? 

My self esteem has no reason to look up

why can’t I live this life anymore.. 

I'm not me, 

As you know me to be, 

I’m not me, 

As you want me to be

I'm  not me.. 

This is not me!

Ode to a Rose

A Rose...
.....the queen of flowers,  its riveting loveliness encases a labyrinth of velvety petals, entrancing the bystander with its imperial fragrance.
A Rose...
.... stands poised as a single flower, while the beholder is captivated by the indefinite layers of twirling petals drenched with a sweet enthralling fragrance.
A Rose...
....admired for its relentless beauty and grace, mesmerizes the onlooker with its endless arrangement of silky petals enveloped in fragrant scent.

A Rose...
... a poetic muse....an intoxication.....
A Rose....is a love story....

Thank You, Friend.....

Alone, scared, helpless and sad....

- the gist of my feelings when I met you first,

A refreshing gust of breeze you were...

Uplifting surrounding friendly and warm,

You instantly saw the best in me

when I was convinced and certain there could not be any.

Your simple attitude, honest , kind and dear,

gave hope, assurance and light-hearted cheer.

Times I felt I've been pushed out to fend,

a gentle, caring hand you always had to lend.

I can never forget the countless times when you have given me courage to dare,

Only by your confidence in me, your encouragement, or you……..just by being there.

My Shining Stars!

I look out my window and find the still night,
Millions of stars make the sky bright,
The stars in my life shine at me everyday,
I am happy to have what He has given me today.

Dark Temptations

It’s there.... I know it’s there....
Its presence is deceiving,
Unravelling in obscurity,
Almost alluring, gently teasing.

I see it.... I think I see it.....
I breathe, in vain, to calm my throbbing soul,
I cannot perceive....I cannot grasp,
A noxious gloom engulfs me whole.

Endless Moment....

Endless Moment.......

The moon was full and shining bright,
I was in your arms holding tight,
Could'nt let you go ,

      even for a flicker of my eye,
My heart was so heavy it made me cry.
I brushed away a running tear 

     and you kissed away the other ,
We held ourselves for quite sometime,

     just looking at each other,
I started to say something 

    but you hushed me with a kiss again,
'Let us forget the world ', you said,

'and let the silence remain.......'

Douce Seize

Here I was in Sweet Sixteen,
The most exciting years of my teens.
I realised a new tingle in me,
which I knew was sure to be.
How old are you, they'd ask me,
and I would sing out to them with glee:
'I am sixteen going on seventeen,
I know it's time to think....
Fellows in street, will tell I am sweet,
and I would just go on and wink'!
With parties,music and friends,
Fun and laughter never ends.
To sigh at every handosme boy,
brush past him and say 'Oye'!
Bunking classes, chatting behind the stage,
sure gave us joy at this age.
Teasing people, calling them names
was more a pastime than a game....
Wet crow, Red Indian and Dumbhead,
were some of the names that we kept.
Speaking on telephone all night long,
to break the record over hours and on.
Sitting in groups and all of us singing
Hey, that wuz real fun and exciting!

Keeping all the fun to one side,
our depressing moments too we could'nt hide.
Getting emotional on every little thing,
sometimes we even wished we really had wings!
for every thought we'd give it a thought,
at home for justice we usually fought.
our anger hot and bubbling,
if mom does'nt let you do something.
Ocean of pearly tears comes streaming down often,
that was a scene which was very common.
For we would get our lashes wet,
to every hurting thing they said.
And then we think that it was'nt so bad after all,
and they must not have actually meant it at all,
and cheering up with a sweet smile,
we dry up our big river Nile.
Realizing the ups and downs of life,
dreaming again who's going to be whose wife!
Picturing in your mind ,your man of your dreams...
it was not all that easy as it seemed.

We know we cannot rewind to the past,
'coz sweet sixteen would'nt last.
As they say, 'All good things come to an end',
we can only thank God for his send.
And when we are down, deep with worries,
we sure can recall these sweet memories ! :)