The Beige Wall

“We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason.” December 2018         It was a chilly winter evening. C.G Road was flooded with vehicles. With people moving around for shopping, hawkers wrapping up their stalls, others setting them up, the road was lively... I was in my car with my parents and my younger sister. It was cold but the thought of an ice-cream on that crisp evening was irresistible. I was in my usual jocund mood as we stepped out of the car. I had seen beggars, poor people selling little stuffs, toys, earning for a living. I felt bad for them, hurt sometimes. Seeing those helpless bodies, shattered my heart. But that evening, after what I saw, I felt strange and agonised deep inside. An old lady, nearly 60-65 in age, wearing a simple saree, a sweater and a scarf(as it was winter) was walking slowly. She was slightly bent. It was not the normal elderly bend that she possessed. Maybe it was the result of several ...

•Call me A girl• You want my walk to be narrow Just like your mind So that you can call me a girl. You expect manner in my words That you don't find in yours So that you can call me a girl. You want me to be covered in clothes But you don't hesitate to think of me without them,even once You want me to accept your judgements And consider myself a toy with no sentiments. You want me to adjust and sacrifice So that you can call me a girl. Your ego shrinks whenever I rise higher than you You want me to seek your permission for whatever I do You want my hue to be fair And in my eyes you always expect care So that you can call me a girl. Now, I'll just proclaim to you I possess a voice louder than yours A heart pure than yours I can roar like a lioness On your slightest endeavour to subdue me And snatch my share of happiness If ever you try to manipulate my emotional fortitude And attempt cracking me in miniscule pieces Beware, I can stand staunch ...

•Her• There’s something about her Her gait, her eyes Her hair, her spontaneous smiles Her beauty, her soul. How perfectly her curves flaunt when she walks And as she swiftly moves, even the deer gawks. Flowers bloom as her feet touch the ground She approaches towards you and leaves you spell bound. The way she smiles And hides her pain under those lies. Those dimples on her cheeks capture your heart One look at her pure smile and you know she’s some sort of art. She has those oceanic eyes They’re deep and remind you of the skies. The loose strands of her hair caress her face And they dance as they follow the wind’s pace. Her soothing scent lingers around your nose It wants you to cherish those moments when you were close. Her ethereal touch creates a spark That fair and flawless skin glows even in the dark. But, beyond that beauty is her soul’s divinity She has this honest, childlike affinity. Her heavenly soul reveals another face It embellishes her beaut...