Broken Wings

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Those Were The Best Days of my Life

Playing in the sand,

Without a care in the world for all the dust and grime.

Two small, grubby hands held together

The bond of friendship was forged forever.

Sitting beside each other in the same bench

Laughing and sharing each other’s lunch

We were always one, as thick as thieves,

Two little rascals were we, with always a trick up our sleeves.

Copying notes for each other and giving proxies

We went through college with a song on our lips and eyes full of dreams.

Consoling each other, we even survived through all the heart aches

With tears in our eyes we learnt to laugh at our own mistakes.

When she met the man of her dreams and fell in love

I was a tad jealous because, my place beside her was taken away from me

A fool I was to not see, that friends never part, their bond is for eternity.

Love and friendship are two sides of a coin; both are needed to live happily.

We laughed, we cried, we grew up together,

We loved, we fought, holding hands we learnt to fly free.

We have come a long way, seeing each other through all the lows and highs,

Looking back, that’s when I realize, oh, those were the best days of my life.

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My Happily Ever After

My heart pounding and with sweat lining my brow,

I looked at him coyly, he who had come for my hand.

With his broad shoulders and tall, strong frame

He was different from the rest, even in a crowd, apart he would stand.

I sat in front of him and I could feel his eyes on me,

I fidgeted with my bangles and adjusted the saree,

draped on my slender body so gracefully,

Even as I served him tea, my hands felt cold and clammy.

They asked me some questions random

He asked me if I had any queries of my own,

I had a million things on my mind but I just sat there dumb.

As if reading my mind he requested to spend some time with me alone.

We walked and we talked,

We conversed about all things under the sun so effortlessly,

I told him about my dreams without the fear of being mocked.

I realized with this man beside me, I’d never ever feel lonely.

As we reached back, I knew that I had found my soul mate for life

He looked into my eyes and asked me if I would be his wife

Happily I nodded my head, with joy my face was flushed.

That’s the story of my happily ever after 

which commenced

When he kissed my cheeks and I blushed

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On A Rainy Day

On a rainy day,

With the chill seeping into my bone,

I sit by the large window at my home.

Looking out at the drenched city below, 

I’ve never felt more alone.

My mind wanders into those lanes,

I thought I had barricaded long back.

I find myself thinking about you.

A bundle of memories I thought I had discarded, 

tumble out as they unpack.

I remember the night we had first kissed,

Under the awning of the tree that shielded us

From prying eyes and the gentle drizzle.

Passions running high, how I had wished that 

I could melt into your caress.

I remember it all,

The first kiss, the first touch, the first confession of love

The damp monsoons were spent cocooned in your arms

Entwined in each other, I felt warm even as the 

rains lashed from the skies above.

On this rainy day,

As I sit by the window with nothing but a blanket to keep me warm,

I watch the sodden world rush below me

And I wonder if you remember the moments we spent together 

in a long forgotten storm. 

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Proud to be a woman

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Yes, I’m a woman

But that doesn’t mean I’m to be treated with scorn

Yes, I’m a woman

But that doesn’t mean I’m to be killed even before I’m born.

You call me sister, you call me mother

You worship me as a Goddess placing me on a high stand

But then you abuse me, my voice you try to smother

You trample me under your feet and feel that you have the upper hand.

The weaker sex is how you refer to me

In the name of rituals and customs, my freedom you try to constrain

But what you fail to see,

Is my strength, through all the pain I still sustain.

I am known for my kind nature and my benevolence

But when needed I can be fierce like the dark Goddess too

My silence is not to be mistaken for a sign of impuissance

My years of compliance has been wrongly construed

Yes, I’m a woman

For millions of years I have suffered all abuses against me silently,

Yes, I’m a woman

And it’s time that I take my place in society that’s mine rightfully.