If I was super rich

If I was super rich,
I could fly to places
with my private jet.
Filling my eyes
with the evening lights
and mesmerizing nights of Paris
While waking up to the sunrise
and watching the great
Statue of Liberty in New York

If I was super rich
I could drive an Audi
with peering eyes and jealous stares
on the plain roads of Azbekistan
and the narrow paths of China

If I was super rich
I would build houses like palaces
with big and lavish rooms
and a huge library
filled with books
It would have gardens
and sparkling fountains

If I was super rich
I could buy clothes
of brands that I always dreamt of
The colours of rainbow
Would fill my wardrobe
Gowns made by Vera wang
Would be my precious attire

If I was super rich
I would don precious stones
every single day
Diamonds from solitaire
Would be my best friend

If I was super rich
I would be founder
of multimillion company
where I would make
important decisions
and not care about
few losses of money

If I was super rich
I could buy anything I want
I would dine in fantasy resturants
And love? I would get it all
They say money can buy everything
Why not love?

If I was super rich
I could have toy boys
showering love in exchange
of high class lifestyle

If I was super rich,
will it able to transform
 my lonely heart
into happy one?
Will it buy a person
who could paint
my life with colours

They say money can buy anything
but not love,
Love comes within heart
It's beyond diamonds
Or the Vera Wang gowns
Or anything that money can buy

Imperfect

I looked my best
in my light pink blouse
Matched with tight black trousers
The eight inch pointed heel
gave a new look to my petite body

As I walked down the streets,
I saw glances of few strange people
Their faint whispers made me feel insecure
The devil in me appeared from no where
Avenging me for ignoring it previously

The confidence that I had before
Slipped in thin air
I was no more that girl
I wanted to be

Everything about me
was false impersonation
that I had created
In this ocean called society,
misfits like me have no life

Love and affection
 is long begone
Acceptance and forgiveness
are the words of past

Imperfection is looked down upon
Everyone wants to be
carbon copy of everyone else
Perfection in all things you do
is the key to success

What would be a world
without anyone soughting out artificiality?
How would it be if there was a rule
of originality ?
But that's just a wishful thinking

Until world drools over the perfectionism,
Imperfection and misfits like us
have to adjust being perfect.

The right one

I walk on smooth white sand
making footprints of short span
as the ripples of sea water
wash them gracefully

Thoughts scavenge my head
like the brutual vultures
feeding on the dead
I try to brush them off
but they are glued to mind
like the ticks on the fur of the dog

As I try not devulge on to them,
I find myself being drawn constantly
to thoughts about the one
I have never met

What would he be like?
Would he be able to break
the wall I had created
between me and the whole world?

Will his eyes be filled with
love and affection for me?
What would it be like
to be center of his attention
when every other girl is trying
to grab his attention?

Love is blind , they say!
Will he make me blind
by his charms or
Will he be charmed by the
way I am ?

I love to fly in open sky
with colours of freedom
under my sleeve
Will he restrict me
to boundaries of his life?

Will his presence heal
my wounded heart ?
Will he be the seventh one
to wreck my heart?

My heart and soul
has been soiled
by pain and betrayal of
the bad world.
Will he be able to make me
believe that good still exist?

I have lost the hope
of my Cinderella man
coming at the doorstep
of my house
Will he instill that hope?

Solititude would be my companion
until I find the right one

Mystique

The wind was strong

that made sun hid

beneath the grey clouds

Darkness prevailed

and the evil appeared

from it’s secret den

People locked themselves

in their homes

fearing their lives

Anyone who stood up,

were buried down

in dungeons of hell

Love thawed,

goodness extinguished

heroes died fighting

against the villains

But everything has

short lifetime

A magician appeared

from nowhere

to dispel the darkness

and bring new hopes

among the people

His good deeds became

the hot news in town

They called him mystique

because of his attire

Dressed in black

with only his eyes visible

His magic was his only weapon

against the evil

The simple tricks

were more than enough

to fool them

No one could ever

get close to him

No one knew him well

except his mystique avatar

Who was he

remained a mystery.

One fine day

the king of evil

summoned him to his court

As mystique appeared

people prayed secretly

for his victory

“ Who are you, the mystery one?”,

the king asked

“ I am your death!”, Mystique replied

Shocked and furious ,

the king stormed towards him

and pulled his scarf

Everyone was surprised

as the secret of their hero

was disclosed at last

Mystique wasn’t a man,

it was a girl..small one

Her innocence and delicate physique

made the king laugh
But it was his last chortle

mystique had already ripped

his heart out,

bringing an end to the demonic rule

Everyone cheered and danced

to the music of joy

until they realised that

she had disappeared again

They saw her last

on that day

Her mysticism remained

though she was not there

Dreams...

Dreams!! Everyone has a dream

beautiful yet unreal it seems,

everyone loves to dream

to get away from their bitter real life

False awakening, pessimist call it

but that’s their way to belittle

everything that flows against the streams

created by them

Every dream ain’t too big or small

neither it is wrong nor right

It is simple creation of our imagination

and amazing desiration

of a perfect bright life.

I dream of life filled

with happiness and freedom

from everything that I am

tied to this crazy world

He dreams about a time

where he wouldn’t be burdened by

his own miseries and problems

that had taken a smile from his face

She dreams of beautiful existence

that was once snatched away

She hopes one day

her past would disappear

in thin air

Everyone has a dream

of beautiful life

and hopes of doing something big

and happiness that would

stay with them forever

So dream!!

because sky is not the limit

Let people belittle you

but don’t let them snatch

the chances of bright hope

and future ahead of you

She is my dear Ma

We call her different names

Some call her ma and some call her mum

Whatever we call her, she will always remain our Ma

From the time of our birth,

we become her responsibility

Our safety and care is

her topmost priority

She showers her love and affection

expecting nothing in return

The only thing she ever wants

is our happiness

and for that she can go through anything

When we were little

we would look at her with awe

She was like an angel

fallen from the skies

to take care of us

on behalf of the creator

Her favorite pastimes

is preparing us with delicacies

and dressing us up with fancy

costumes and everything nice

When we are hurt,

it is she who would be worried

about our well being

Scolding us for our silly mischief

as well as caring us at the same time

She pampers us

and challenges us

She teaches us

to stand up and

never fall down

But if we do fall down

she is there to hold us

and put us back together

Unfortunately time has passed

and we are no longer little

Distance has widened between us

though we are trying our best

to lessen it with love

As we revisit those memories

sweet as well as bitter

we know that she was always with us

Love you ma

for being with us

caring us as well as bearing us

and tolerating our stupid arrogance

My sassy sister

My sassy sister

She dresses up like beauty queen

decked up in emerald green

dress she bought in forever 21

and heels that is eight inch tall

Parties and socialising is her thing

but in the end of day she is with me

candidly sharing sweet as well as sour

moments of her life

Her weakness is cosmetics and dresses

and also not to forget caring about her tresses

She is style icon of the family

with knowledge about new and emerging  fashion trends

Ask about politics or any worldly issues

she knows nothing

Ask  her about math or science or history

which is a unsolved mystery  

Which is the new beauty product

or which new hair style is in

she has all answers

Thanks to her constant surfing on the internet

Emotions and matters of love

she is wise and mature

than her elder sister

Sometimes she can be vulnerable

but then her family is always on her side

Crazy tactics and antics

don’t know where she gets that from

Whatever you say, she is good at

making people laugh or irritated

at her so called cute buffoonery

Last but not the least

she is a person you can count on

She is like a mirror

good with people she likes

worse with the ones she dislike

That’s her nature

you can’t really change it.

That’s why I call her

My lil sassy sister

Love you baby!!