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An Episode of Gloom

 

Nature will heal herself without our help.

She knows how to take care of everybody.

Nature guards us, taking aside her selfish-self.

She is the reason for our daily happy rhapsody.

 

But, we are not as decent as it seems to be.

We have jeopardized and exploited our nature.

Our dishonor has stopped her blooming spree.

We forget how sincerely she loved us as our mother.

 

Now, we are afraid enough to lose our life.

We never cared about these threats before.

We overlooked when nature was losing her vibe.

Mere profits and mundane things were preferred more.

 

We are getting paid for the crime we did.

Self-control was something with urgent need.

Puppet

My soft skin get wounded and stressed,

but I fail to protest every time.

My lips are stitched in such a way that shows a smile

and not allowed to get puckered. 

My adorable soft colorful hands get scratched

but I fail to protest every time. 

Just because it's your show in which I work

you keep pulling the strings that are attached. 

My eyes, those cheerful eyes get drenched.

Not in tears of pain but due to strain,

but I fail to close them in that time too.

It reminds me those dreadful outcomes that I faced.

My soft colorful clothes are getting torn.

My cheerful smile and shine are fading away.

But I have to keep my mouth shut anyway,

as not my pain but my smiles are adorned. 

An Angry Girl's Dillemma

She gets angry on you when she lacks,

the way she sees others get loved by them. 

She thinks as her very own beloved person,

you should know the hacks. 

She gets angry on you when she lacks,

the way she sees others get pampered on their victory.

She thinks as her very own beloved man,

you should also know the hacks.

She gets angry on you when she lacks,

the extent of support others are getting during their crisis. 

She thinks as her very own redeemer.

you should also know her troubles and facts. 

She gets angry on you when she lacks,

the way they made them laugh during their days of tears.

She thinks as her very own beloved soul,

you should know, how to stay firm and keep the promises intact.  

She gets angry on you when she get fooled,

to see everyone expect her is getting the things as per the promises.

She thinks as her very own supportive one, you befooled her.

Thus, the theory of true and pure love gets overruled. 

Silence Has Chosen Her

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.

She wanted to be vivacious and naive, 

she wanted to be surrounded with love.

But, it is not always true for all to be supported by their star. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence chosen her.

Whenever she tried to hug tightly her love,

she felt the indifference from their side.

Failure of her repeated attempts has turned her hopes blur. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.

Whenever she tried to minimise the distance,

she attacked with insult and vehement ignorance. 

Gradually, she started to believe there is really nobody to care.

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.

Whenever, she believed that she will get someone

beside her to support though she witnessed something else.

Thus, the route of her destiny becomes much clearer. 

She hasn't chosen silence, silence has chosen her.

Whenever, she tried to put her jovial self 

in front of others, they reminded her she is a mismatch.

Thus, silence and mystery happily and quite obviously engulfed her nature.  

Before You Say It All

You are just like sunbeam,

who likes to destroy the untidy and unwanted thing.

The one who likes to clear all barriers by himself

rather than complaining about your sadness and making gruesome scream.

You are much happy with what you are.

Never expect anybody to be your crutch

during the time you cry helplessly in that stagnant hour.

But someday you come across with them.

They tried their best to make you more

vivacious and vibrant in accordance with their claim.

In those days they guessed about the presence

of a stinking hollow in your past.

They make you believe that only opening up those yellow pages

before them is the only door to gain your social acceptance. 

Your rusted iron soul now started breathing.

Such vibrant acceptance and support are something 

which you are looking for years.

Now you have started to open those pages, the mystery around you and everything.

Few days later you find them to be the most unknown soul.

After knowing everything about you they are more 

likely to retain a safe distance with such an abnormal life.

So, you repent for trusting them before you say it all. 

Urge For the Ultimate Destination

Everyday in her life was the same. 

There was no one around her to blame.

Actually it was her fate that turns out to be rude.

Otherwise, no one has the gut to tolerate such attitude. 

Everyday in her life was the proof.

There are something in his tenure which was a goof. 

It was a shuttering truth for her that

her life's journey was facing a terrible wrath.

Everyday of her life was a pain.

There is no chance to have some gain.

No one ever cared about the cause of her grudge

though there was many people out there to judge.

Everyday of her life was an exam.

Though there was no chance for any other to see any harm.

She was quite tired of all this drama and toil.

It was beyond her thoughts how can the society be so cruel.

Everyday of her life was an irony.

That makes laugh at her lifelong agony.

No one ever came forward to stand by.

Everybody out there was eager to make her cry.

Everyday of her life was a harsh interview.

Everyday she faced same questions, there were nothing new.

For the ruthless society she was just like a devil's incarnation.

She herself and the society too were much eager 

for her faster journey to the ultimate destination. 

He Could Have Love Her More

He could love her more.

She just knows the extent of yelling 

can left a baby in a bitter trauma.

A baby girl who never knew about love afore.

He could love her more.

She just knows how her presence and value 

was measured by the bucks she earns.

The girl who never heard of love afore.

He could love her more.

She just felt the heart-wrenching discriminations,

she faced with one of her most notorious brother.

She never felt the equality in love before.

He could love her more.

She heard it from her friends of her age

that not everyone from a clan shows the similar rage.

She was perplexed to find the measurable truth that was known to her before.

Now, she doesn't even rely on love or adore.

 In the deep in her mind love is something which she loves to abhor.

But, a corner of her pained heart still says,

he could have love me more. 

Lament From Lullaby

A lady is enduring that severe pain tonight.

She is hopeful in spite of this grinning pain that 

the next day a tiny, flabby hand will hold her hand tight.

A baby boy, whose welcome in his family will see a grandeur. 

Though she tried to arrange such things for his elder sister

yet both approval and success backfired that endeavor. 

She starts to memorize all the lullabies she know.

The increasing Del (unit)  of pain failed to foil her 

imagination that holds her unborn baby's view.

But, her happiness turns into helplessness on the very next day.

How can the Omnipotence  be such ruthless??

A girlchild  instead of boy will just add up her dismay.

A cold wave of disappointment feels up her heart.

How can she face their furious threat??

According to whom, a girl can never touch the greatness as a boy do. 

She found it very surprising how her 

lullabies of previous day have turned into laments in few minutes. 

She....

A cold flow of fear runs down through her spine.

Never thought that all of her struggles will go in vein.

All of childhood days had been spent with a wish,

that someday everything will be fine.

In the very first morning of her life, she got threatened. 

In her mom's womb she felt much frightened. 

All they want was to wash out her existence,

for that, every kind of precautions had been tightened. 

In spite of all such conspiracies, she came.

They left only with their bad luck to blame. 

Her mother was a lone soul in this cruel world

who thanked the creator for blessing her with a gem.

Since then, she fought with every stereotype thought.

No one wasted any opportunity to incur a blot

not only on her character but also on her dignity.

Her life was just like the dry and barren soil of drought. 

After many years of hardships in her life.

She had found her love, that added a positive vibe.

But the day that heart hurt her like hell,

her life became porous and fragile like an old and emptied bee hive.

He accused of her being an unsocial soul.

how can he understand that her life was an elegy of dole?

Getting some gentle touch of love was her life's only goal.

That has also get broken with his unkind troll.

Humanity 2.0

Tyranny and autocracy are matters of past now.

People are choosing the path of democracy the path of democracy somehow. 

Humanity is preferred over inhuman behavior. 

Laws of rights to know and to protect are the two main savior. 

In ancient time, people were stopped to say

anything that could have been insulting for the rulers. 

Now the protesters are falling into the trap as pray

as the goons are more prone to destroy the crusaders. 

In those days protesters use to face 

some gruesome and heart-wrenching punishments.

Today the protesters are being met 

with most cruel ending of their life and fate.

In those days people use to know,

that any word against the throne can destroy their lives. 

Now, people fears to follow to follow the flow

as they know that those procedures will only invite some negative vibes. 

In those era, people used to be killed directly for their deeds.

Now many laws provides opportunities as quicksands that only misleads,

as raising your voice against the rulers is considered to be a seditious seed. 

Espionage

An invisible spyglass is watching you dear.

No matter whether you are far or near.

A spy is watching your get-up, attitude and dress.

Girls behave right else you you will face the punishments. 

Skewing social dogma is considered as a curse

and the spy has noted that you have done that mess.

Sleepless eyes are guarding my motherland.

Firearms have been held strong in their hand.

The espionage has also trespassed

to turn that sturdy ground into a  quicksand.

A pair of eyes are watching you in the busiest road.

Checking your everyday fashion, changes in your representation.

They are saying it is a step to provide your better safety.

They don't bother if it records your moods or what you have board.

A pair of hidden eyes are watching you in hostel room.

Don't get over confident to see all the glitters of a posh area,

it is watching you in lavatory and in trail-room.   

So that bidding of your body and soul can be eased in global market soon.

No matter how far or where you go.

You can never come to know.

Unwanted espionage is an inevitable thing

and it is unstoppable from its bad habit to follow. 

What are you talking about? 

Ah!!!! about individual secrecy and public rights. 

Those things you have to forgo. 

Otherwise, they will drive you slow.