FORSAKEN

Endless nights spent weeping
Under the cover of pretty lies
Reinforced, "dumb child", "no future"
I accept, realizing the truth in these words
Ridiculing me in the face of the perfect sibling
The comparison, killing any self-respect
Slipping into the depths of misery
Unworthy now, I give up
Self-hating, self-destructive
Self defeated

THE TROJAN WAR

The Trojan War ends.
Troy goes up in flames and Hecuba,
Lamenting the loss of her country
And brave men killed in battle.
Women, taken away by the captors,
Children, mercilessly killed;
Each, a victim of the endless cycles
Of birth, suffering and violent death.
The women of Troy speak for all humanity,
"We stand at the same point of pain.
You mourn your ruin and in your words
I hear my own calamity"

Bugs

I like bugs
They're great to munch
I can't resist,
red ants for lunch
I crave to eat
earthworms at times
Seasoned well
with dirt and grime
But cockroach comes
on top as winner
(think I'll save that up
For dinner)

LAUGHING 

I laughed and laughed
I laughed so hard
I laughed so bad today
I really laughed my head off
And now it's rolled away

Books 

Hiding my face within the pages
Of a book.
I am bound by nothing,
I am a free spirit.
I can laugh and cry and smile,
And the soft whisper of turning pages
Comforts, calms my rebellious soul.

GROWING PAINS

You think that being a teen is fun,
Well nobody really knows.
It's as much fun as all of this,
So listen up, here goes -

My hormones are all jumpy,
I've got zits and spots galore.
My face has grown eruptions,
That it never had before.

My feelings tangled up in knots,
I can't check my emotions.
My attitude gets teachers mad,
They don't value my notions.

I'm growing copious crops of hair,
It's all just so confusing.
My voice keeps going up and down,
Mum thinks that is amusing.

I don't know where I'm going,
My life's so out of hand.
I don't know where I'm going,
Why don't you understand?

DEATH 

Eyelids weighed down
By the icy hand of death
It moves to silence the heartbeat
And steals the light, the hope
That is our guide

We fumble in the dark
Groping to find understanding
In the darkness of the hour
We face our own death

And losing, one beautiful spirit
We are burning, dying souls
Death, piercing our sensitivities
Revealing our weakness

And when we cry,
It is not for loss, or the empty place
But for the beauty,
Of a mortal.

ON VALENTINES DAY....

I'll take myself out on a date
And say I'm looking fine
I'll choose a most romantic place
For me to wine and dine
And when I compliment myself
I'll oh so nearly blush
As I confess that I love me
And I'm my biggest crush!

ARTIST (Haiku)

Laughter of a child
The expression of my soul
Captured on canvas

FRIENDSHIPS ROAD

There was someone, I didn’t know
Could be a friend so true
I thought I’d never find a friend
To love as much as you!
I cherish what we have today
And carry on tomorrow
I will be there, through rough and fair
To share each joy and sorrow
Years have flown by and now I know
Friendship can never end
You extended out your hand
And took me as your friend
And when years later we look back
When we put down life’s load
We’ll both fondly remember
All the joys of friendships’ road.

ADVERTISING!

I love advertising
The billboards, flashing messages
The commercials,
The glitzy glamour, the charm
The capturing moments
Advertisements have a way
They make you crazy
A true example of love at first sight
ADVERTISING

BEHIND ENEMY LINES

I cannot look beyond the border
We are physically confined
To the fields and the hills
They encircle us, and I
I look up to them, so mighty
Just like my elder brother

My brother is fighting there
Across the border, where he
Takes eye for an eye
And tooth, for a tooth
It’s been so long, they don’t
Know who is the enemy

And I...a young girl of nine
I am nurtured within the bossoom
Of the paddy fields, the green meadows
So innocent...the elders say
But I know, we wait, anxious for his return
Behind enemy lines

A WRITERS PRAYER

I write these words,
But they are merely words
Without your special touch
They do not touch the heart
Or move the soul
Only you can change these words
Add light to every simile
And show beauty in comparison
This personification is dead
Until your healing touch brings life
Yes bring this written piece to life
That it may reach the minds of all my friends
Hold my hand and give me special power
To transform evil into good
This is a writer’s prayer

You cannot take me from the country life
And leave me here, imprisoned
Within the walled city
I may see a new life, opportunities
I may have never had
But would I have been less
Than the girl next door
Who looks upon a country dame
Sniffs.....and walks away ?

BEHIND THE VEIL

Behind the veil, I felt
Cloistered, in a strange land
Choked in my overpowering fear
Of being dominated, by man
Those women across the border
Protest "Freedom is our birth right"
Yet we, have never known liberty
Each day, is like the darkest night
Still, I am blessed with power
And with iron will I take,
The challenge, to fight for women,
A difference, I will make
I will teach my children,
To struggle on the narrow path,
It will bring us righteousness,
And goodwill, in our hearts
Behind the veil, betrayed
Of an identity of our own
The world looms, large and evil
Here we stand alone

DESI GIRL

The curtains were closed before her eyes
Education was a dream
Her future was dead, as she saw it
"You ignoramus", her mind would scream
Bitterness, laced her every thought
Her prospects were so bleak
For an Indian girl, at the age of sixteen
Must sit alone, humble and meek
"School" was that happy place in her heart
A place that she never saw
She was silenced, when she questioned her freedom
She was always begging at their door
A month later, she was engaged
Her parents said "We must hurry"
It is the time, sixteen years
She must have a groom to marry
In the remote heart, of an Indian village
You will hear a distant cry
Where in the web of custom
Our women are known to die!

NAPOLEONS BONES

Napoleons bones, taste like ice cream cones
They're so very rich in calcium
His bones taste so yummy
Like those of his mummy
No wonder all parents adore him
All mamas know that every kid is a dupe
They're made to eat Napoleons bones in their soup
They're meant to make children, sturdy and strong
Go on....there goes the supper gong!!

WHERE WERE U ?

Where have U been
I've been looking for U
I looked everywhere
Didn't know what to do
I looked in the backyard
I looked in your room
Just where U were hiding
I couldn't assume
And just when I wanted
To throw a big fit
I found U after T
In the alphabet!

NOSES AND FEET

Some people's noses and feet
I find, are built reversed
Their feet smell, their noses run
Now what in the world could be worse?

TEACHER 

Strict Disciplinarian
Big Ogre
Enthusiastic learner
Silent Observer
Unquestionably genius
Constructive Critic
Undoubtedly meanest
Always ticks

GLIMPSES OF CHILDHOOD

I remember, those days, my childhood days
Where I yearn to go back again
They’ve flown away with a summer’s breeze
And the times we had back then
Sometimes, we would, forget about time,
I long, to see days, of such glory
They are chapters, lived to the fullest
Of a novel children’s story.
To splash in those puddles, water of life
Once filled my heart with delight
I thirst for the sweetness of childhood
As from this nest now I take flight
‘Twas then that we’d cast our wishes
To a star in the night sky
To the magical world of childishness
I say my last good-byes

KNOCK KNOCK!

He invented something famous
He invented the doorknocker
We thought, "A silly a thing to make"
"The dude was off his rocker."
But Mum and Dad, they disagree
Think he was really wise
"And do you know?" my grandma said
"He won the NO-BELL prize!"

TEACHERS – A “CLASS” APART

Some teachers are nags, some teachers are hags
And some are just out of it all.
Some teachers are sour, and some are bizarre
And some too petite, or too tall.
Teachers who call the roll are “absent-minded”,
And physics professors, too bright.
Music masters are so “disconcerted”,
Teachers will never be right!
And then there are the likes of retired teachers,
Who end up being cranky or crass.
It’s so very true, that old teachers don’t die
But they certainly do lose their “class”.

LOOK TO YOUR DREAM

Look to your dream; reach out and touch the skies
Let nothing fight your drive to carry on
Don’t ever let your spirit drown or die
So will you walk ahead; you must be strong
In every child there is a little light
So leave the darkest nights and come away
The sun will light our souls, and make them bright
We will come through, we’ll make a better day
And when it’s tough remember, say a prayer
Then you will never walk your path alone
And in your heart, know always, someone’s there
To help you grow and come into your own
So shine dear child, you are a shining star
So shine dear child, and cast your light afar

THE SUBWAY

It is a way of life, there is no way out
No time to think, but live and never doubt
No time to cry or hope, to live and feel
But make ends meet, enough to earn the last meal
As the mob rushes down, an inferno of insanity
No time to seek the truth, beyond this vanity
No time to do away with this mere false pretence
But live unknowing that you never will see sense
If you must meet this challenge, every day you live
No time to share the joys that you in fact could give
No time to be the person who you truly are
But waste each priceless second, minute, every hour
Then sadly in this haste you have done little deed
To save yourself, and give yourself the faith you need
Down by the subway, where the air is tense and taut
Where spirits hang in misery, where threats are fought
For those who choose to live life, oh so fatuously
It’s still a way of life, and one of drudgery

FATHERS DAY

Up on the stage, I feel alone
The crowd is still and quiet
In my mind, I’m so confused
There is an on going riot
I dedicate my song to Dad
"My daddy is the best"
On Fathers day, the day I heard
My daddy was laid to rest.

(A TRUE INCIDENT THAT HAPPENED TO A GIRL IN GRADE 3 A FEW
YEARS AGO)

IMPERFECT BEING

I want to find it in my heart,
To forgive you, forget our past.
But your cutting words, your sharp tone,
The humiliation, the hatred and the hurt,
It burns and chars my heart, time and again

I want to find it in my heart,
To forgive you, walk on and smile,
I am tired of trying all year long.
I am, in your eyes, an imperfect being,
My flaws, a defect of my character.

I want to find it in my heart,
To forgive you, unburden this load.
I will knock at your door, one day,
When I have come of age and learnt,
That I will never be your ideal student,
I just have to hide my imperfections.

NEVER MISS THE RAINBOW

The rain came like a blessing
>From the glorious skies of heaven
And it poured and poured
Tears of simple joy, crystal clear beads
The earth soaked it in thirstily
And I, the rich girl, with a beautiful house
Born to riches and spoiled with luxury
I ran out and danced in the rain
Free at last...from a promising future
That I could only see as a demon
And then, when the rain let out
I felt the nip in the air, tingling my neck
And creeping down my spine
I shared a quiet moment with the sweet man
A man with no ambition and no desires
We gazed above, as a rainbow smiled at us
I looked on at the colours, as he whispered
Walk on my child and climb on high
But never miss the rainbow in the sky.

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Mysterious Miss Martin

Miss Martin is small
With a vigilant mind
They picked her from teachers
Of the brutal kind
With a devilish grin
And a nod of her head,
Says, "I’ll grind your bones
To make my bread"
When she isn’t looking
And she turns around
She still seems to see us
And hear every sound
We cannot pass notes
Or be silly in class
We can’t whisper secrets
Or try to act crass
There’s one explanation
With all of this said
Our teacher has eyes
At the back of her head!

I SALUTE THEE COCKROACH!

Cockroaches, Cockroaches
Are tough and full of might!
An army full of cockroaches
Invade the kitchen in the night
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
They march about the ground
And crawl out into places
That food is to be found
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
Beware, they will attack
So get your finest footwear
And get all set to whack
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
In spite of all regrets
I salute thee cockroaches
They make the finest pets!

(*wink)

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I’LL PAY YOU FOR YOUR PIMPLES

I’ll pay you for your pimples
Just give them all to me
Ripe and plump and juicy ones
I’ll squeeze them all with glee
I will befriend your pimples
I don’t think they’re a disgrace
And soon a pimple garden
Will be blooming on my face
I’ll gladly welcome grime and dirt
In every open pore
For pimples only blossom
When nourished with manure
I’ll pop them so that they explode
I’ll burst them all with glee
I’ll pay you for your pimples
Just give them all to me!

JUST A LITTLE DOG-BITE

He said, "I’ll have a little snack
A menu s’il vous plait"

She said, "Would you like to try
The US hot-dog today?"

Is that the very popular,
American creation?
Then yes, I’ll have a collie
Or a hot and sour Dalmatian.

AUNTY ANNIE

Aunty Annie went to town
She rode, upon a donkey
She fell, by god, the ass eeyored
Inky Pinky Ponky!

A REVERSED ROMANCE

Robert gave me ‘one good smack’
He even pulled my hair
He sure must like me a whole lot
I think that he must care
He said, "You look just like a frog"
--A compliment so sweet
He punched me at recess as well
This guy is really neat!
And so I wonder why when he
Praised my spotted complexion
Folk said he’d an awkward way
Of showing his affection.

TABLE MANNERS (For Good Dining)

Shoveling food into your mouth
And blowing in your water too
Are definitely accepted
As the thing to do
Throwing food across the table
Truly makes for dining pleasure
Bid someone your veggies
(an abundant measure)
Burping is a courteous sign
So open your mouth wide
Let off everything
Held in your insides
These manners for good dining
Are to help you get it right
Now go and dine out with the queen

Go on...
(give her a fright!)

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JULIUS CAESAR

Julius Caesar
Rome's great king
Still he was quite a geezer
For his dad was "Crassus Idioticus"
And his mum was "Stupida" !

BIRTHDAY BOY

Dad's face was long and sulky
Breakfast wasn't quite the same
He squirmed and wriggled in his chair
Was this some kind of game ?

Then breakfast time was over
Dad was a grumpy bear
We didn't try to tease him
We kids would never dare

BIRTHDAY BOY !

We were so baffled as to why
Our daddy looked so peeved
And then it struck me - BIRTHDAY
No wonder he looked so grieved

He hadn't got a present
He would have loved a toy
And neither had we wished him
The grumpy Birthday Boy!

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HELAS! CE MONSIEUR!

There was a young man called Francois,
Who came to Paris from Samoa.
He felt the pain as, from the bridge he was slain,
And the French all exclaimed "He's in Seine!"

THE FISH THAT TURNED TO DINNER

We took a fish out to dinner
We conversed with the trout for a while
There was something so fishy about him
When he beamed that mean fish smile
We ordered cokes for the gathering
And the trout gave another mean smile
Then he jumped into his drink, with a nasty wink
This creature so terribly vile
And at the main course, may I point out
His manners were so unrefined
He slithered around in his gray scaly gown
And blew air- bubbles in the wine
This sea creature needed a lickin’
He sure was no aristofish
So, I got myself into doin’ some thinkin
And came up with the thought of a dish
Dad held him up, while I knocked him out cold
It was just like a Parthian shot
Then we loaded in spices, and other surprises
And cooked him in the pot
We watched with wide eyes, until he was done
This mean and formidable fish
And now feel no pity for as you may guess
He made quite a sumptuous dish!

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