Uprooted, Abolished and Thrown.

Dear Mommy

I’d eat and sleep in your belly whole day, kick and play to tell you I’m awake. Smile and dance excitedly, to see you one day.

Cry a lot and bounce till May, to finally get acquainted and ready for you all. But it’d take too much time for me, to come out you see, for I would have various channels to cross and you’d have to show a lot of strength and courage for me. For I’ll do the same and come out quickly for thee.

And once I’d be out I’d be all bloody and white, I’d cry a lot for I’d be hungry. But the nurse will take care of me and would place me on your chest or in daddy arms to sleep.

And that would be my heaven, in your hearts forever I’d stay.

Dear daddy,

You’d panic alot when you’d see mommy vomit and eat like a hippo all day. But don’t worry, that’ll just be her daughter demanding a variety of foods. For I’d be famished all day.

And then you’d accompany mom for that check up, you’d see me smiling and rotating in mom’s belly.

I’d wave a hi or not do anything at all. For I’d rest in the day and keep you both entertained at night.

You’d tell those lovely stories to make me fall asleep. And you’d keep mommy happy and make her smile always. I’ll hear her melodious voice talking to me all day.

And after all those months of eating and enjoying ourselves, I’d finally be able to meet you all one day.


But why do I feel uneasy today?

Why do I feel numb and nothing at all? Where’s my food and where’s the drink for today? Where’s mom’s soothing voice or daddy’s lovely story of the day?

Why is there so much darkness all around? Why am I feeling suffocated? I feel I can’t breathe any more from today.

Ahh it pains and hurts,mom.

Where are you daddy?

Why don’t you come to save

your little girl?

Why am I being uprooted

From my mom today?

Wasn’t I worthy of being

Born someday?

To grow, to be a lady,

Who’d make you both,

proud someday?

But now,

I’m thrown away,

In a plastic bag,

you see.

For that’s what you do,

Throw the garbage,

Named she.

Your glistening eyes,

Are oceans of West.

Your chiseled jaw,

Was Michaelangelo’s best.

Lusciously red lips

Are like rubies to my quest.

Pearly white smile,

Start palpations in my chest.

Your sleek chocolate browns

Are my favourite to jest.

Your calculated words,

And medium pitched tone,

Makes you different from rest.

Your fine manners,

And adonis morals,

Never leave me unimpressed.

May be,

I should confess

My love to you, my lovely pest,

Who has accompanied

My life,

With numerous tests.

And yet remains,

so unstressed.

What are you,

if not the best?

The one who never confessed,

His undying love.

For,he is scared.

What if he creates a mess

And leaves me depressed?

But, you wouldn’t know the outcome

Darling,

Until you’ve expressed.

Why?

She wears that golden chain

across her neck.

Adorns those,

bangles in her wrist.

Garlands tinkling bells,

Around her feet,

That jingles in

Every corner or street.

And oh!

Applies that red vermillion

Everyday.

Shines like a pearl

in her hair.

Wears those

Toe rings of silver, in two.

That assures

He’s still alive

And she’s still true.

But her favourite

Is that wedding ring.

That symbolizes her

Her everlasting love

for him.

That promises,

She’ll be forever his.

But,

Why is it,

That he wears

Only a ring

Or at times

Nothing at all.

That would symbolize

His holy matrimony

To her.

To all?

Incredible India.

A place where,

A shrine,

Is Along side,

The house of red doors.

Saint are the ones

Who have visited the both.

Where,

You find extraterrestrials

Residing in dark rooms.

And homo sapiens

Guarding their foot doors.

The real freedom is experienced,

Only by one of those.

Where,

You cultivate crops,

In your farm lands.

By spreading

Natural fertilizers

To your own fields.

Where,

You save your daughters

And wives, from animals wild

And hippies.

And let them wonder

and search

For a nice place, to get free.

Where,

You educate, freedom of

Expression

And speech.

And honour the first ones,

With bullets and

showerings

Where,

Devi is worshipped

And is coloured red.

In the temples

and in the streets.

Where,

Milk serves many utilities,

From drinking

to offering.

To please and

get something, more worthy.

Where,

Age is just a number,

To explore the wonders

or her anatomy.

If explored too much,

Wasn’t your fault,

Twas just too tempting

For thee.

For,

We are a country

Of billions.

And millions to feed.

With the most numbers

Of billionaires.

But even more in

Poverty.

What’s the name, you ask?

I live in,

The Incredible India, you see.

Tipsy me, fictional thee.

I was running hastily

To meet my mom,

But I drank,

a bit too much,

before leaving the house.

Was so engrossed in my thoughts

I was running

like a dead mummy.

Didn’t know when the red

turned green

And the jam started to free,

A sudden loud honk

Banged in my ears

Frozed me to death

I was hyperventilating.

A powerful force,

Pulled me back

I fell towards it,

It caught me swiftly.

My back hit something hard,

That gripped my soul,

And never left me.

had an intoxicating smell.

That aroused me.

I saw his dark green eyes,

Staring at me

And his lovely lips,

Calling to me.

My heart was banging,

It went crazy!

His hand cupped my cheeks

Oh so delicately.

He told me breathe,

Oh baby, just breathe for me!

Our forehead’s collided,

Something fluttered,

inside me.

I jerked myself,

Away from him.

I was so stupid!

Was so close to a stranger,

But,

Why was his closeness,

Affecting me?

But then I was alert

Alert like a bee,

For he was the man

who had just saved me

Who risked his life

And protected me.

When I thanked him

For saving me.

He replied in a weird way,

Oh so vaguely.

He said,

He’d sacrifice his heart and soul,

Kill and murder,

Just to protect me.

For,

I was his soulmate

Whom he’d been searching.

Since centuries :

You won’t believe me,

You’d think I’m lying

But just give me sometime

And I’ll prove it to thee.

Till then,

take care my love.

For in the future,

You’ll be seeing more of me.

And then he left,

With bits of me.

Left me wondering,

For a while,

What if it’s true,

And he’s the one for me?

But then I hit myself hard

To come back to reality.

Maybe,

I wasn’t the only one

who had been under the influence

Of alcohol, that day.

Or maybe it was just those

Stupid fictions

I wrote,

Taking a toll on me.