CONSCIENCE

Between the woods as still she stood

Her eyes fighting with the weird sight

Desperately trying to find the path out

Trees and creepers barring her to reach the world out....

The horse every second increasing its pace

And the brain wrestling with thoughts

Emotions streaming through her eyes

Scared and helpless there she lays..

Roars and howls, hisses and shrieks

And the silence singing its own tune

Seeking her attention and to distract

And the confused girl couldn't know how to react....

Suddenly she saw a beautiful lady

Who approached her with mysterious eyes and a smile

Held her hand and took her ahead

Passing through the deadly plans and woods...

The sounds grew louder and louder..

As if binding her with ropes..

But she broke it and creep-ed forward

As the lady will take her out she hopes...

Finally she came out....Out of the deadly woods..

She screamed with joy and danced around

And yes she turned to thank the lady

As her experience proved to be a milestone

BUT SHE WAS STANDING ALL ALONE....

Neither any angel came to her out..

Nor any supernatural figure

Something present in rich and poor, fool and wise...

Or simply what people call CONSCIENCE...

RESPECT MY LIFE- "MY RULES"

                                                                                     

A chain that binds us to go out

A chain that restricts us to shout

Standing still with several chains attached

From all the worldly life detached.

Not a single "ME" or a single "I",

As numerous as stars in the sky

Whose rights by others in the streets are drained

And to us the society terms as :Stained"

Since we are the victims not the lad

Two days everyone will pretend to be sad

Marching down the streets by lighting candles

Again the next day are prey of scandles.

Status in Facebook and Tweets in Twitter

Two days everyone will chatter

That what happened is not right

But does anyone stand up to fight?

Are considered as the one who to the house lightened

Then why are our own lives remain darkened?

Why are our rights a part of paper and speech

Which to our daily lives could never reach...

Why lip-tied we have to stay

Till when dominated we have to lay

With our feelings how long will they play?

We are made of bones and muscles "NOT OF CLAY"

They say we are goddess who who kills evil

Then why are we treated as devil?

Are in the name of relations sold

And as a black shadow casted on society are told..

God's most beautiful creations we are

Allow us to shine between you like a star..

We fill the lives with vibrant colours

Spread the fragrance and fight the odours

We are flowers of your garden

Will soften the path that is harden

Want to live a life of heavenly blues

Please respect my life and my RULES....