Cries

Landed on earth with the loudest cry,

Then it turned to the single language

For milk, for sleep, for everything else

All I did was cry aloud.

And then I learnt the crooked world

And as selfish I grew the best way found 

To achieve my goal was cry better.

And then I cried when sent to school

And then again when I left my school.

Then I cried at mother’s warnings

Of a world that seemed more terrible than forests

Though all was true I later realised.

Then I cried when I left my home

To another home by social norm.

And then I cried when his voice rose;

A cry as useless as a white pencil.

Then I cried for another life

To land on earth to repeat the lines.

Then I cried when their voices rose.

(My mother too would have cried; 

Then I never thought)

Then when I had grown enough

Ego to withhold my precious tears,

The heart couldn’t stand and did burst.

In that painful cry I breathed my last.

Now cries have begun

But I hear no more.

Woven Spider Web

My heart's a woven spider web
Made with tender delicate feelings.
Caught was in it a tiny-spider-thought
And found an ancient sense of belongingness.

It grew on its own enormous power
Still tender was the base.

As heavy as a cloud,
It hovered and moved at times.

Little did the heart notice
That it had grown bigger;
Helpless but the pen helped.

Still tender is my heart.
-Rashida

The Midnight Frost

The midnight frost is forever still
Till the morn breaks up the hill
Without a breath's tender touch
Without a foot's clustered clutch
As if for the silence a chilling couch.

The midnight frost is quite inert
As if she were a hurtless introvert
Submitted to one's self in devotion
Yet reflects the whole in some strange fashion
And a great witness with no hesitation.

The midnight frost is forever still
Till the morn breaks up the hill.
Alive was she in the deepest silence.
None noticed, none did defence.
None will miss her in her absence.