Cinderella, Cinderella

O'Cinderella Cinderella
where do you go,
leaving behind your dreams
as the midnight strikes?

O'Cinderella Cinderella
why do you bend
as your stepmother plots
for goodness of her daughters?

O'Cinderella Cinderella
your heart is pure,
golden and clean,
yet you are weak
in hands of evil

O'Cinderella Cinderella
you don't need
any fairy God mother
to enlighten you
with hope

O'Cinderella Cinderella
you hide your real self
beneath the layers
of magical transformation
granted by Godmother

O'Cinderella Cinderella
don't hide
stand up for your right,
as world will recognize
you as bold and beautiful
not delicate princess
of your prince charming

Rainy nights

The rainy nights,
of late September,
neither so hot,
nor so cold,
marking the begining
of season of authumn

Wet! Wet! Everywhere!
Tiny droplets
turn into puddles ,
due to imperfect roads;
made to gain votes

The plants,
green and rich again,
relieved from sun
scorching and burning ,
due to man made global warming

Thunders rumbling,
Lightining flickering,
momentarily appearing,
as the clouds merged,
hiding stars and the moon

Smell of hot pakoras,
crispy and hot,
tempts taste buds,
while tummy craves ,
for one bite

The nature cries,
of happiness,
and sadness ,
in form of tiny droplets
to wash away pain ,
and clean away dirt

Benji Boo

His round eyes

staring deep

into me 

with tiny

pinch of curiosity

His mouth is open

with huge tongue out

waiting for treats

I offer everyday

He is my sweetheart;

who melts my heart

distracting me

taking me to world of his

He is carefree

running around the house,

barking at strangers

sniffing strange smells

is what he does 

while I am out

He eats whatever

he finds chewable;

shoes or biscuits;

chips are his favorite

He wags his tail;

whines for me;

claws the fence

that separates me and him

while I call him

my Benji Boo

Growing Up

Little tiny girls
dreaming big;
about flying sky;
while growing up

Everything seems simple
for little girls
wanting to grow
tall and huge
with hands so long
to pick up things


Innocent eyes;
Curious minds;
Sweet smiles;
No worries;
Tiny wishes
to grow up soon


Do they know?
Life is a ride
filled with joy;
and bit more grief
with testing times
of patience

Little tiny girls
play games
unaware of future
uncertain and unpredictable

Lessons of life
learnt hard way;
bearing little pain;
shedding tears
while growing up

Him always

His sweet smile;

that lit his eyes;

carefully hiding excitements;

he will share 

soon , very soon

His eyes

bore into me;

for mysteries

I will unravel

slowly and slowly

Oh! His touch,

my body shivers,

even when our hands touch

for brief few seconds,

short and sweet

yet seemingly long

His strong perfume

casts magic,

charm me 

to dream filled,

with sweet love

His voice

lyrical sometimes;

masculine sometimes;

make me want,

to hear him many many times

Being with him,

for hours forever.

is what I want

right now always

Passion

Passion, red and hot;

driving me mad;

making me crave

for soaring heights

Emotions within me;

sometimes postive;

sometimes negative;

make me fly high

or fall down the sky

The climb is hard;

everyone says;

maybe they are fearful;

or wary of my success;

The distance is long;

not very long;

but filled with blocks;

stopping me;

every time I step forward

Life is difficult;

like bed of thorns

pricking every time

I step on them

I don't give up;

I can't give up;

I am up already;

fearless of falling

while my passion

stays strong

Diya

Sh
ShShe's invisible girl
    oblivious of her surrounding
     with thin hair

    petite body

   neither pretty
    nor brainy

She's Alice in wonderland;

always in fantasy

in our own world

non existent in reality

She's struggler

a loser or failure

yet she never stops

though she is behind everyone

World has different names

for her kind

but we know her

as Diya

Diya-My first novel in progress which I will presenting in short episodes in my next blog this weekend. Have taken 12 years to conceive the idea. Hope you will enjoy it.