A lonely teen
walking down the street.
An attractive beauty,
Clueless about what she'll meet.
Intoxicated laughter behind her,
A group of four
Followed and chased her
Till she could run no more
Pushed into the dark,
Filling her every nook and cranny
To them she was a treat
Clothes ripped and body bruised
She couldn't stand on her feet
Her body burned in agony,
Making her cry again and again
Silently she trembled
Praying it never occurred again
Never spoke about this
Till she noticed a bump
Realizing she was carrying
Her heart stopped with a thump
Names and insults
But never did she cry
To save that life within her
Was all she wanted to try
Moonlights passed
Her bump grew bigger
She screamed in agony
When she felt the trigger
No one beside her
To aid the miracle of birth
Screams grew louder and louder
When she felt the full girth
The sounds came to a stop
There was no more pain
He wailed and moved
Tiny noises once again
A smile on her face
Forgetting all the past
His eyes opened their first
And hers closed their last.
Two souls
By fate they met.
What happened next,
Could they ever forget?
He was a doctor
Touched others' bodies
She, a writer
Touched others' souls
Together they went on
Incomplete without each other
Two lovers,
Two religions
Separated by the worshipers
United by the worshipped
He ruled her darkest fantasies
She owned his brightest moments
Things took a turn,
She cared, he never showed
She talked, he never shared
She knew they'll drown
But he was worth swimming for. He changed for another
Her fragrance, her taste, her curves
His bottle of whiskey
Left her in agony
Returned back defeated, sunken
The pen caught her eye
A broken heart have birth
To a new poem.
My Play school
I was once a seed
I was nurtured there
A shaky old building
Only rusty women over there
Rhymes echoing through the walls
Bickering and chattering everywhere
But the happiness I felt
I never received anywhere
We shared our food
We learnt what is bad and good
Our uniforms soiled from play
Our books full of colours
No matter what we did
We were still their flowers
True, I hated it once
That wretched old place
Though I was a brat
I was taught with grace
I'm all grown now
My creativity gone cold
It was that old building
That made me this bold
Oh! How i wish
I could back back there
To play throughout the day
Yet receive limitless care
Now I'm in college
I think I'm so cool
But deep inside me
I miss my playschool.