Silly girl

Well the little girl has grown,
And you say she has no grace,
And all through she has known-
What waste of a pretty face!

She says-
"I guess I can't be a lady,
I'll always be a child.
A puppy dog chasing rainbows,
Sketched in azure skies"

She's a grown up and yet,
she wishes deep inside-
that the magic would save her
like her childhood lullaby.

She fears for magic being killed in a glance,
brain over heart unlike romance
of a Victorian novel she last unfurled...
Well, who cares for it in a grown ups' world.

And 'this' world is kind to remind her that-
life's not like the novels she read.
And her sister says she's stuffed her head
full of silly love bees!

Ginger Ale (a song)

Love!

It lasts just two days...

It haunts you and keeps you from your ways.

And then it gets too much and it’s over,

and you’re back to being jolly and gay.

Mama!

She packed me off to school today...

Told me to keep all the guys away.

There was a cute one making eyes at me,

mama we kids, we just gonna play!

Some 
 last a week some an hour to a day,

chicks they come and go fast I say!

Shame to cry for one hey nay nay,

life’s a fest so just celebrate.

The Joy of Free Falling

I've shared this experience before, with people having dance as a common interest-

The weather was so good this morning, that I felt like dancing and I fell at the first turn! Not the first time for me. I got a painful bruise; but somehow I feel like laughing everytime I fall, even if it hurts. May be it's because falling reminds me of a carefree childhood- learning to walk for the first time, riding a bicycle, playing. We've all had our fair share of bruises. And we'd proudly show those off to our friends, boasting of surviving some grand accident. Growing up, we encounter falls and risings, making mistakes and learning from those mistakes. Yes we cried, but next minute forgot it ever happened and never gave up.

But once we learn those elementary things and get used to the world around, slowly, we become cautious as we forget how falling feels-  Be it physical or metaphorical. And since the fear of a thing comes from not knowing it, we become more and more scared of it, and stop trying new things or taking risks in our lives.Worse, we learn to complain if we get bruises.

And slowly life becomes mundane. To fill that void we start filling it with stuff money could buy but don't really need and so we become materialistic.

Our society, our culture expects us to be graceful as a grown up. So no more climbing trees, or dancing in the streets, or shouting at the top of our lungs, or skipping the steps on the stairs and no more the joys of free falling. To experience these, we need to make special provisions, but it can't be at the spur of the moment. Whenever and wherever we want. We learn to practice restraint, be responsible, disciplined.

But do we really want to be a conformist to these norms or live our limited time on our own terms?

What would you choose, would you let go of those innocent impulses or would you choose to let go and experience that free fall?

The Industrial Revolution

'Cause existence must have a proof,

so we produce and reproduce.

Our love must have a face

so even with no space

and no meaning to keep

production must still increase.

Philosophers lament this age.

Who? Are they still part of human race?

One day and we already are

being suffocated at this hour.

Our love must have a proof

so I must reproduce a you.

I am a real misery,

so we must reproduce a me.

Supervisor says he wants result,

disguised religion follows only one cult-

where living are muted and undead shriek

real WMD was already used and sheathed,
with spirit dead the conflict ceased.

They chant- Produce and reproduce

so we produce and reproduce

Hinhinata Ghoda

Bakri Ki Shadi

Big Question

Little honey bee at the honeycomb,
just a day out of her mother's womb.
Sees the world wide eyed brimming with disbelief-
"Where have I landed?", "Its called a mulberry leaf".
she turned her inverted pyramid head
to spot the source from where the voice led.

Wrinkled wriggly thing she sees-
"Is this some rotten vine?" says she.
"A who not a what if you please
I'm an earthworm miss"- offended he speaks.

"But where are your eyes and where is your nose?"
"I'm the one who can't see and yet knows
more about the world and though with these scales I look old
I just turned two this spring let you be told.
I don't need a nose I don't need no seeing,
I'm a  guy and a gal, a spectacular being."

The little bee is amazed but as she's so little,
everything is a wonder and her interests are fickle.
She soon turns her head and asks Mr. worm-
"Whats that lovely blue thing with black center and patterns like tricorn?"

" 'Tis a yellow flower and no black center to see!
There's no pattern! It's a  simple yellow stupid bee!"
Bee thinks him no wiser for such a retort,
but for his prerogative- an earlier birth, she stifles her snort.

And he tells her not to be so fickle as is she,
"To live she should follow her heart and let focus be the key."
"Does he always follow his heart", asks she?
"Oh why not, though I have five of them you see!"

Brimming with questions like always are little babes-
What is it that her new friend loves and what does he hate?
"Oh I love the smell of the earth and its delicacy,
while the thing that I hate the most has to be hypocrisy!"

"Is there a much larger life out there somewhere across?
Beyond the velvet bed beyond that sheet of moss?"
and he says it's all a propaganda- the mores and ethos,
just made up stuff to prevent chaos.

"Who's a propaganda?" asks the bee baby.
"Ah If you knew that one you would go crazy,
so step aside now and let me dig some earth",
earthworm turned his head and resumed his work.
By noon became a bird's meal for what he was worth.