Hum Pyaar Mein Jalne Waalon Ko JAILOR 1958

Who is to judge us?

No One ....
No one should judge anyone .....
Who is to judge us?
Do you feed us?
No... You don't...
Then why judge me...
Or any one else for that matter ...
Everyone has a right to their opinion....
 I do ....
I wouldn't like anybody's interference ....
In the decisions I make.

My decisions ...
My judgments ...
are mine ...
I have a mind of my own ....
The society doesn't feed me or my flock....
I care for my needs and that of my sheep ....
I am my own shepherd .....
No one tends to my herd.

I work hard ...
Day and night ...
24x7 ...
Hardwork ...
Honest work ....
No follies ...
No cunningness ....
Intelligent work ...
No one needs to judge my character ....
I don't judge theirs...
I speak my mind ...
I speak from my own experiences ...
You can't snatch my words from me ...
My words make me who I am.

Who is to judge us?

NO ONE.

There is a thin line ......

There is a thin line line ....
Between love and like ....
I liked you yesterday ....
Today I love you.
I respect you.
I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
The thin line has been crossed ....
All we need are blessings ....
From the Universe and all its elements.
The thin line between being total strangers.....
To acquaintances ...
To friends ....
To lovers has been crossed ...
And, we are now two hearts beating in two bodies ....
But one soul.

The Rainbow .....

The sun was up .....
It was drizzling .....
And, the rainbow appeared .....
He came into my life today ....
Like that Rainbow ......
Met him ...
and, fell in love ....
Love at first sight ....
For a man ...
Who has accepted me as I am ....
No questions asked ...
Just an understanding of who I am ....
What else can a woman ask for ....
Thank you O' Sunshine ...
For bringing the Rainbow in my life ...
The colours back in my life.
The Sun is up again ....
No more dark clouds ...
A bright sunshine ....
A bright new beginning ....
Looking forward to it.

Whatever .....

Things not happening the way they should ...
Whatever ....
Who cares ....
I don't ....
I won't .....
I have paths to carve ....
Out in the outback ....
Out in the jungles ...
Out in rural and remote places ....
Urban tadka ... not me anymore .....
I am made for the smiles ...
Innocent sweet smiles ...
Of children of a lesser God ....
I am made for the shirtless kids ....
Playing on railway tracks ...
Oblivious of the big bad World beyond.....
It's time to sit back ...
To contemplate ....
What have i achieved?
Is it achievement that I seek?
OR....
Satisfaction ....
I was following my heart ...
Albeit for the wrong people ....
And for all the wrong reasons ...
The real path lies ahead in Rural India ....
So, le yonder!
Behold O' Villages ....
Here comes the Queen ....
Without her entourage ....
But, with her experience....
She comes to liberate India ....
She comes to open minds ....
Whatever.... anyone might say ....
My calling has come ...
I need to go .... free my country ...
It is still enslaved ...
Not by the British ....
But our own narrow mindset.
Whatever be it ...
I am all set to face it ...
What else can go bad....
I have seen it all.

Walking into an oblivion ...

Barefoot ....
And bleeding ...
Tattered.....
And torn ...
I walk into the oblivion ...
Towards the crimson horizon ...
Oblivious of the stares ...
Couldn't care for the looks ...
The whispers and sniggers ...
They don't matter ...
All that matters is ....
I am walking into the oblivion ...
All alone ....
The partner left behind ...
The one who promised left far behind .....
A lonesome picture ...
But, a woman of grit ...
And determination ....
I walk on ...
Thorns digging deep in my heels ..
Stones scraping my feet ...
Yet I move on ...
A tear or two shed here and there ....
For a love lost forever.

It was beautiful while it lasted ...
Walking into the oblivion ...
I spot the moon ....
Bright and beautiful ...
One which we saw always...
He from his abode ....
And me from mine.

Same moon ....
But just one person ...
A damsel...
Walking towards it.

A free bird ....

I want to sing like the birds sing, 
not worrying about who hears or what they think. ~ Rumi

I am a free bird ...
Roaming the skies ....
Flitting from branch to branch ....
Chirping ....
Singing the song of a lark.

I am a free bird ...
Do not cage me ...
i am born to be free....
No bondage ....
Just an adage ....
Steer clear ...
I love not thee anymore ....
I can peck ...
I can scratch ....
Nevertheless ....
I am a free bird anyway.

I have always followed my heart ....
Even when you entered my life ...
I followed my heart ....
I gave a damn about what others thought ....
i believed you ...
I gave you the command of my ship ...
You failed as a Captain ...
Your navigation skills a zilch ...
I saw no land in your reign ....
I see no land anywhere ..
Water water everywhere ...
But, not a drop to drink.

A free bird I am ....
With free thoughts ...
And, freedom of speech ...
You cannot cage me ....
Let me fly away.

Eden ....

My garden of Eden ...
Was trampled upon by you ....
You poured poison in my water canal ....
You ruined my tulips ...
you stamped upon my lillies ...
You plucked the petals from my roses ...
How can I spare you?

Nah.... you deserve no mercy .....
Painful existence is to be yours for life ...
Each moment ...
Each scar reminding you of me ...
And my garden of Eden you trampled upon.

So much venom ...
So much pain ....
The heartache to endure ...
How can you escape ...
Your fate ...
Is in my hands.

My garden of Eden will rise again ....
From your flesh and blood ..
I shall irrigate and fertilize it ....
My garden of Eden ....
Your death Bed.