Unknown Friend

Feeling very upset,
Or very happy or contemplative,
I sit down and rant,
As I rant, I rhyme too.
Putting my thoughts in order,
Creating a poem.
There,
The storm of emotions has passed.
And I have created,
This creature of a poem.
I read it again,
There's flaws, flaws, flaws.
But I cannot doctor this child,
She's unreasonable;
Not making sense in places,
Violating grammar rules in others,
But it's my child,
I wouldn't have her any other way.
Next steps,
I want to share her,
But is she ready for the world?
What if no one likes her?
Or there's judgement?
Oh god, judgement.
Will she be able to handle it?
Can I handle it?
Does it matter?
She must see the day.
She'll get better, stronger,
No matter what comes her way.
So I hold her fingers and carry her outside,
People see her, some like her,
Some even understand her!
Unknown friends, foster parents,
Have made poems,
Out of loquacious monologues.
Shraddha
16.03.2014

Thodi si khushi

Maine toh thodi si khushi maangi thi,
Tumne toh chappar hi faad di,
Maine toh aasuon se rajaa maangi thi,
Tumne muskurahaton mein aad di.

Maine maangi thi ek saheli,
tumne toh dostiyon ka samaa baandh diya,
Main mela dekhna chaahti thi,
tumne saath caravan de diyaa.

Main chaahti khidki khol kar jhaankna,
tumne toh aasma mein basera hi de diya,
Maine chahaa tha ek kadam badhoon,
tumne toh daudne ki raftaar de di.

Main aankhon ko kholna chahti thi,
tumne toh paardarshita hi de di,
Main sapno mein rolna chaahti thi,
tumne sapno se sundar haqiqat de di.

Kitne chote armaanon ko,
tumne kitna zyaada aadar diya,
Na jaane kitne janamon ki khushiyo ko,
ek pal mein hi utaar diya!