SHE

I have seen,
Her emotionless, quite but still Beautiful EYES,
Craving for mercy,
Unknown of vision,
But still searching for life,
Her Directionless EYES.

I have felt,
Her innocence but its dead,
Heart so hard
Of undeserved punishments
For being desireless,
Silence and suppressed.

I have listened,
Her painless but deeply effected cry,
Like life-giving but also deadly cloudy sky,
Throat completely dried,
Who will listen to you?
Oh my soul-less Soul’s Voice.

I have her smile,
Four years old but puissant,
Her eyes crimson,
Her heart broaden,
When I offer her a bar of chocolate.
I made her satisfy?
I don’t know!

But I am complete,
Yes I am…
When she expressed
Quietly,Her THNX.

Femmes Discovered

I am thinking of past and present of KINDS,
Mind it, as I am a “Female Mind”,
Can tell you better, what’s there on her Side,
Its true, bear it, if thine are that much Fine…

SHE is not mysterious, but made to be,
When behind the curtains, they were not allowed to peep,
Made them die inside that darkness with their intellectual beauty,
Praised, complemented and gazed like diamonds…

Their beauty is not a disguise,
But your eyes gave her that identity to feel pride,
Don’t blame us, its YOU who perceived,
First suppress and then judge her MIND…

We never try to “impress”,
It’s you, who always TRY,
When it comes to commitment, your answer is always
A big “WHY??”…

When it comes to beauty,
Cosmetics are as equal as men’s Style,
To sell their products they made our society molded and modified,
Made women conscious of their beauty and men of their style…

So, listen with extreme consciousness
And then decide,
It’s not this brain that is working
But rather those environmental sides…

We both have same MIND,
But developed partial wise,
Try to understand and change,
If you can fight…

DESIRES

Desires…
Some completed and some are on fire.
But cannot make me satisfied
Without being what I desire…

I am not what I want to be,
Leading towards it but no one can feel.
Struggling, forcing, balancing, am I?
Getting into it, deep and undefined.

Ignorance of others,
Conscious of mine,
Makes me think again,
Who am I?

I lost here,
When I doubted myself,
How can I mold the world?
If ‘I’ myself is not ‘My’self.

Whom to regret?
This is system,
A WAR,
Between one and others Mind.

I am Confused,
How to create the World without being Misused?
Tricked and trapped tracks,
Trying to open, as I am wrapped.

BUT, wait a minute!
Where I am going?
Is this what I wanted?
Is this what I Desired?

Am I modifying the world?
Or
I ‘My’self is being molded?
Let me think it again,

My Desires…