In the Eyes of Men

(Dedicated to all Women for International Womens' Day, 8th March)

In the eyes of Men

Those red-red lips, 
Your high-high heels, 
Tight-tight skinned jeans, 
Narrowed dark-dark lids and lashes,
Braided, navy-wavy hair, 
And your skirt up to your high thigh,
You are beautiful dear Sweet hearts!
Is this you, Women? 
Yes,  you are
But a sensual tempter
For Phallusians

His eyes to your red-red lips, 
Aren't you scared even to smile? 
His eyes glued to your poorly covered breasts,
Aren't you scared even to breathe?
His eyes to your tight-round bums, 
Aren't you even scared to walk? 

In next minute,  
You are being abused and raped.

This is you, Women.
You need to wake up to your senses. 

Men respect you as a sister, 
A friend, and as an elder,
But you are a women, 
Tempting women in the eyes of Men, 
And this will never change, 
No matter you hang them, 
No matter you shoot them, 
No matter you cut those,
This lust for you will never change,
And Men will never change, 
Of how men look to women as, 
Unless you Change it.

Dear Women, 
All of us, if not none, 
Request for just one thing, 
Be a woman of yourself, 
A bold woman to face a change,  
A change to be bold woman, 
A bold woman with bold spirit. 
Not boldness in your body to seduce men, 
But a boldness in your body to accept, Acceptance of that you are a woman. 
And everything will get Better.

This is you, Women.
You need to wake up to your senses.

Dear Mommy

Unaware was I
Of how I stepped on this cruel world.
Didn't know what the world is when I was one.
Didn't know where I came from when I was two.
When I was three,
Immensely grief-stricken was I
A buddy called a woman 'MOM'
Who is a person called 'MOM'?
Why couldn't I call one?
Who forbid me to call a woman a 'MOM'?
Can all kids call a woman a 'MOM'?
As I stepped 4, 5 and 6,
More curious thoughts I developed
I was seven when my dad send me to school
Wow! What a splendid time I had
Alas! It was short lived,
Everyone of them had a person called 'MOM'
Their mom meet them every weekend
Then I developed one thousand queries,
Why didn't I've a person called MOM?
Why did dad refuse to tell me about this?
Gradually with every pace I took,
I learnt who is a mom when I was 12,
Mom is a wonderful person,
No other person is as great as MOM,
She cares you beyond her abilities,
She loves you with all her heart,
She hugs you warmly in the winter nights.
She is a wonder
How fortunate you all are,
Unfortunate me!
What a fate had brought to me??????
One night I enquired my dad,
'Where is my mom'?
He said with a mournful look
'One chilly winter morning,
When you were one,
When the sky was dark and rumbling,
Death laid his icy hands on her'.

I stay carefree and I try a lot.
I smile and I try to be equally as others,
But deep inside me,
My heart sobs bitterly,
If you stare deep into my eyes,
Millions of scraps of sorrowful spots you can see.
One never knows how I overcome this sorrows
Thats why I've reasons for everything I do....
Without a person called 'MOM'
They may think I am happy
They may reckon I am satisfied
I am NOT
Deep inside me, my heart stills aches,
That's why I've reasons for everything I do
To fight back my sorrows,
There's reason for everything I do....

The most saddest thing happened yesterday,
My step mom's little daughter who is four,
My beloved little sister told me,
'Why do you call my mom as step mom?
What does it mean'?
Tears brimmed my eyes and gave her cold smile.

Dear mother!
Today I am 19,
A grownup man and energetic
Enough to sacrifice everything for you
Had you been here.
I reckon you can hear me,
I do not curse you for leaving me
Neither do I blame you for my sorrows.
I can walk this way till the end,
Don't worry mom!
If god grants me just one wish,
I want to see your smile
For your smile can make a bend on my road.
I would be glad throughout,
I'll see you smile in my dreams,
On the walls, on the book pages,
In the open air
And I would gaze everywhere
To quest for your miraculous smile,
Please respond me soon
I Miss You Mom!!!

Dream of a Tree

Dream of a Tree

Dear

Sky Heaven,

I stand here alone

Looking up with hope

I have been here for years

I have always been dreaming

That one day I’ll make it up there

Today I still stand here, not growing

Not even feeling the gentle west wind now

Because all my lush needles had fallen, dried

And nothing is left but only these skeletal forms

Leafless skeleton whose dreams have now shattered

Standing here for ten thousand years with dreams of sky

Will I make it up and become God and grant wishes to poor?

My dreams perished

My hopes despaired

My life’s a worthless

I have no more hopes,

I will wait here happily

To be stumbled down soon

And be born as a God in next

There will be no sufferings on Earth