The Girl Next Door

Another one of my poems which was written after I read about a case of 'girl child abuse'. I was deeply moved by the incident. Even after entering the 21st century, people are still ignorant and superstitious. We are at a peak of advancement and urban life has improved a hell lot! Still, there are pockets in the rural areas where a girl child is shunned because she is unwanted. This poem is a clear message to all such people, who have at least once in their lifetime thought that their daughter/wife/sister or any female for that fact is a burden on the society, to stop thinking so and to start respecting them...


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She’s abused, she’s tormented;
Beaten and cursed, till she bled.

She’s ignored, she’s snubbed;
Starved, not given a grub.

She’s chided, considered a bad omen;
Scared, she hides in her small den.

She’s vulnerable, she’s terrified;
Of her own father, she’s petrified.

The world’s her foe, her enemy;
She’s looked down upon, by many.

She cries, howls, wails,
Major attention, all this entails.

What’s her fault, she was born a girl;
They wanted a guy, that’s what we were told.

This discrimination has to end;
This is the age, when girls are left to fend.

Let’s unite, voice our opinion as one;
Such practices, the society has to shun.

Empower the female, make her feel strong;
She’s a life-giver, she’s done no wrong.

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The Lost World.....

One day while just sitting and whiling away my time, I fell into deep thought... I felt, even if the world today is at it's peak of technological and intellectual advancement, day by day it is dwindling ecologically... That's when I penned down my recent poem...

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Beauty gone, enrichment lost forever,
Green days, we’ll get back never.

Gone are those twinkling smiles,
Atop those flowers on every mile.

Misplaced, Mislaid, Disoriented,
Fruits and berries; blue, black and red.

Lost are those bright sparks,
Salmons, dolphins and large sharks.

Animals killed for pleasure,
For their ivory and their leather.

The fields losing their sheen,
The sun keeps getting mean.

Humans killed, blood spattered everywhere,
Love’s lost, there’s no scope for care.

No water, no food, no peace,
The earth has, sadly, fallen onto its knees.......

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When you fail to succeed...

Failure; there's not a single individual who can deny having faced it at least once in their lifetime. After having achieved loads in life, you get a sudden shock when you realize that what you thought of being easily attainable was actually challenging. I define such setbacks as 'speed-breakers'..

In your quest for success, as and when you ride through the journey of life, it's very important that you come across such breaks which stumble you at the beginning but help you become a mature individual later. They help you chasten down and make you respect life the way it is. They help you see the small mistakes you committed. You suddenly start feeling pressurized but in the bargain you tend to give your best performance the next time... After that, success tastes to our soul exactly in the same way as sweet water to a parched land...

In the meanwhile, one should never forget to 'not give up and keep trying'... That sure does sound like a cliche but it's often cliches that give us a respite when you're feeling all down and low. So... I am waiting and waiting and waiting to taste that sweet water while I keep trying... :-)