Women! Need of the hour,

Women! Wanted all over,

Women! Come forward NOW,

Minor or adult, you must bow.


She gives birth to life,

She nurtures abide,

She can make all you want,

Don’t forget, she can break when not her fault.


She is always patient,

She is always caring,

She is always humble,

She is forever daring.


You know you need,

To make her proud,

Act sooner or else,

She won’t be around.


Give birth to a woman,

Stop abuse,

Give a reason to live,

It’s time for truce.




I was very tired, exhausted indeed,
Waiting to lie on the bed, only sleep.
I heard on the news, on the way back,
The world was trembling, experiencing a wack.

Finally, the moment came,
Sleep and I, were chatting away.
Sleep asked, what one fears?
Disappointment, always shifting gears.

Suddenly, it was a different world,
I knew it must be, from my dreamworks.
Large lands, not fields,
A plastic eskimo, made to live in.

Different language, everyone spoke,
I said something, they heard no more,
Huskies angry, the weather was hot,
All looked at me, to switch the winter now.

The sun was up, long hours,
Northern lights at night, all over,
Saw less mankind, less vegetation,
I gittered with panic, in my imagination.

I knew this place, on my to-do list,
Forever cold, the pole it be,
Snow vanished, nothing left now,
Climate change is real, a surrender bow.

Extreme changes, left man wandering,
Survival of the fittest, left them striving,
Man must soon, act to live,
That’s the only way to, switch the beat.

I’m a rebel!

Yes, I have hopes,
I have dreams,
I want and I desire,
Things I feel.

I may be difficult,
Tricky as is,
To live alongside,
A person like me.

I want, I need,
I must want what I see,
Not unknowing, but known to me,
Reason out all my deeds.

I’m here, I’m there,
You find me everywhere,
You try and hide,
I’m within, there is no respite.

I may be shy, I may be quite,
I’m the red, and the white,
Look at yourself, not elsewhere,
Yes i’m a rebel, you may not like.

Voice out

You listen, talk, sing or scream,
You have the right to voice out.

You dream, you slog,
You cry & you shout,
You have a right to voice out.

My mind is restless, wanting to spill out,
All the thoughts, my heart ain’t about,
You still have the right to voice out.

Hear me out! The pain in etching now,
Hear me now! I am loosing it now.

Time teaches us most of it,
Remember, to watch the ditch.

Silent or violent, a voice is always a voice,
Heard or unheard, will fire the light.

My wishing well

As a little girl, I always wished,
I had the ultimate power, to wish at my will.

I grew up to question, everything about,
Hoping it will answer, all my doubts.

It was my wish, to be heard,
Weather oneself, or a herd.

As an adult, I wonder sometimes,
Is there a wishing well, in our minds.

We wish for something, might come true,
Hope more than a desire, that you do.

I hope I desire, I need this for me,
To raise another, wishing well through thee.


A single word, makes or breaks a person,

A single word, lets you win confidence,

For me, you were everything,

But for you, I was the embarrassment.


I never, wanted to let go of you,

You always, agreed on that too,

When the time came, you turned on me,

Cause for you, I was the embarrassment.


I still, stood up and gathered myself,

I did, look back in the hope to see you again,

Somehow, I was sure you won’t return,

Cause for you, I was the embarrassment.


I had, picked up my shattered self,

I must, never let someone break me again,

Its time, to put myself before everyone,

Cause for you, I was the embarrassment.


I hope, you are happy,

I wish, you all the happiness,

I dare, you don’t mess with me anymore,

From now on, you are my embarrassment.



To be or not to be

We all come across such a moment in life, when we must decide,

Devil or an angel, to be or not to be.


A question we ask ourselves, more than we think of it,

We are never taught, to be or not to be.


At every stage in life, we encounter the dilemma,

Our conscious tells us, to be or not to be.


Devil in disguise, angel in blessing,

Neither, to be or not to be.


Friends & family, love or hate,

Emotions derive, to be or not to be.


Blank page, empty soul,

Still you must choose, to be or not to be.


Birth, our right,

Chosen by others, to be or not to be.


Death, the only moment,

One wants to choose, to be or not to be.