There you are
looking pretty and smart
beautiful being the one
that goes with you
shy being the one
that accompanies you
fear being the one
that qualifies you
weak being the one
that denotes your gender
all these being tagged to you
for times as long as the centuries
now there be a different format for you
being that of self-sufficient in everything
not depending on man for your living
not calling him for every task
not frightened of being alone
not waiting for his approval
you be there fully different
a woman needing no empowerment
as being powerful altogether in style.
That Be In Use
The table which hold the books
knows not to read.
The pen that writes for hours
lies dormant when not in use.
The machine that spins and makes yarn
turns rusty when not run.
The garden which is beautiful and lovely
loses its glamour when not tended.
The body which toils and endures
gets worn out with no care proper.
The attention focused and affection great
hail a smooth performance to the most
along with that comes an execution perfect.
The Fire in the Belly
The fire in the belly
turns and churns in speed
the heart ravages wholly
wanting to achieve the full feed
striving hard finds no place
struggling with effort lands nowhere
the ambitious mind go dazed
the longing heart loses its care
the fire in the process is extinguished
and the wish
falls down defeated.
The Bright Economy.
The Premium.
Going by premium
brings in benefits to maximum
giving out minimum.
The Doors Screech.
The night being still
with a darkness so intense
no stars found in the sky
with the waning moon
seen very slight
on the whole there being
a stillness and chill
evolving a fright and fear
as darkness always shows
an apprehension and scare
holding his breath he moved
hastening without a noise
stealthily moved into the house
which was totally dark
where none lived for long
opened the door gently
there rung an alarm
resonating all through
waking the people around
who rushed in with lights
the man knowing not what to do
ran inside the house
where the doors screeched
and the windows croaked
he went straight ahead
knocked himself down
and lay there dead
with his jaws wide open.
The Tree Calls.
The trees in the garden
called me near with a request
hearing their call I went closer
they bent down to talk to me
I stood on my heels to reach them
they bent into half or even lower
still could not reach me
I trying to lift my heels
could push no further
we , both at different levels
being able to hear each other
got into the conversation
with the tree asking me
never to cut her or uproot her
as she is my well-wisher
and would prove a great asset
with her branches wide and large
warding off the dust and pollution
remain faithful to my children also.
Stroking her with love
I assured her that I would never do harm
as I relish her company more than anything.
Paralyzing
The Spellbound Eloquence
The Cheer And Fear.
The wind blows
with the rustle and bustle
at times gentle
bringing cheer
realising great cheer and hope
at times fierce raising a disaster
releasing great fear and harm
there being two sides for everything
a good and bad
the head and tails in the coin
which represents the best
which stands for worst
we know not in full strength.
The face have two sides
one reflecting the genial
the other depicting the devil.
Well, that be the reason for all
having two sides in all
one for you and one for me
so goes the expression
with a plausibility and impossibility
with a shine and a fade
that be the facets we perceive
being a regular strand of life.





