a poem defining mumma daughter relation...

WHEN I WENT SHOPPING WITH MY MUM.

When i went shopping with my mum,
I asked her to give me money some.
Because i wanted to shop by myself..
I dint want any of her help.
her choice wasn't mine now.
and i wouldn't at any cost bow.
Because i'd grown smart and intelligent
and believed to have a better intellect.

I'd always listened to her in the days of yore,
and never did her anything make me bore.
She was everything, was my life's host.
She ought to be my best dost.
My mum meant the world to me.
With her i felt free.
of all the problems and plight.
and being with her was a delight.

Now, things have changed some.
Now, she is my estranged mum.
Now, we talk less often.
Now, seldom do i listen.
to her and her choices.
Because, for me, its always me n my wishes.
We argue, we quarrel, we fight.
For any small reason, after every brief respite.

Although, even now, I love her the most..
but now she is no more my dost.
Now, she caresses me less often.
But, i know, if i apologize, she will easily soften.
but what to do, its not my fault.
Even tough our relationship's come to a halt.
I'd definitely tell her everuthing one day.
I'd definitely apologize to her some day.
Because i know, i love her the most.
And she will always remain my life's host !!!!

A poem on how certain mistakes just cant be undone to restore the previous back!!!

BROKEN THREADS

I expected him to tell a yes
i expected him to understand the fuss
i expected him to get me right
i expected him not to fight
i expected him to trust me
i requested him to feel free
to share his melancholy
but, as fate is, we could never be jolly.

I think, I messed it all.
Though,  i apologized his ego was tall
Though, he did forgive me later.
Thread broken once, am still a traitor.
though he said he felt no hard.
yet, our friendship i couldn't guard.
In terms with situation now,
won't be the same 'gain how so much i bow!! 

a poem on the menace of eve teasing in the "rape capital" of our country

FRISKING

every girl's been frisked in Delhi

every girl has been touched in Delhi

guys frisk you well through their eyes,

to check if you are the apt size.

they rape you, yet not they touch

need i say more, melancholy is such.

they'll touch you for you'r irresistible

and know what, they'r irreproachable

for its you who make them do that,

for its you who make them fall flat.

that is what i was told.

and i did without any mould.

yet a simple tee n jeans was so attractive!

that they couldn't anywhere else go attentive.

for they had only me to see.

police in  pocket, rules 'ready broken, they'r free

i felt like like slapping the hell out of them,

alas! i din't, i still condemn

several experiences old now am i

girls stand up for yourself rather than cry,

if not physically, mentally we' r better.

Be arrogant, rather than softly patter.

because every girl's been frisked in Delhi.

because every girl needs to stand up in Delhi..

its kind off a poem that i think every indian teenager and student will connect to..

THE ME

I'm a teenager of seventeen
who likes spending most of her time in school canteen
but i don't,
because i can't
has no innocence of childhood
lacks the maturity of adulthood
Is my wobbly teenage hood
and similar is my capricious mood..

Smiling a sec before, crying the next
unknown even to me is the pretext.
fighting with people apologizing soon
is what i do every noon.
about my life i m in dilemma.
its nothing less than a trauma.
about my future i m confused.
am i the next of this country already fused.

Of course i m definitely capable,
but the problem is i'm not stable.
i do have wishes, desires, ambitions,
but unable to fulfill those aspirations,
of parents, teachers, well wishers, all
yet despite these problems i stand tall
for my mistakes, i'll learn from them.
for my problems, let them go to hell..

still unraveling the mysteries of life.
Ah! don't talk about love, i'll cut my heart with a knife
dozens of friends with me,
yet, i 'm all solitary,
waiting for my 'Mr. he'
friends are the world to me
talking all day, messaging all night,
because that's the key to make me bright

For me, freedom is my birthright.
speaking my mind or picking up a fight,
but i do what i think is right.
Without a license, roaming is my rectitude,
don't mess with me, I've a lot of attitude.
Whatever u may say, this is the way i'll be
not changing for anyone it is 'THE ME'

Those frnds who i thought were mine

those friends who i thought were mine
those friends who put me on cloud nine.
made me feel important, praised me all the while
were actually never mine
i'd thought, they'd forget me never
i'd thought, they'd remember me ever
i'd thought they'd take care of me all the while
i'd thought they'd never leave me alone in a state vile!! 

those friends who i thought were mine
those friends who put me on cloud nine.
those with me who always stood
were actually behind my practical book
i trusted them, told them all
but they were people with heart small
i talked, they ignored
i hurried, they slowed
i asked, they lied
i told, they denied

those friends who i thought were mine
those friends who put me on cloud nine.
may be i never got them right
may be i took them way light
then they actually ought to be
may be i couldn't ever see
there apprehensions about being with me
may be i couldn't ever read their face right
because they were deceitfully bright
they hid their sorrow
i regret, i couldn't ever borrow

those friends who i thought were mine
those friends who put me on cloud nine.
given a chance to be their friends again
i'd like to start it all again
shouting names all the while in the corridor
jokes n their smile, i'll keep that all in store
reminiscing bout their sweet smile
i"ll always remember your distinct style
because you r my friend
n from my side side i promise our friendship wont ever end!!!!

-a poem by me n for me
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