Time says...

" I in you makes your life alive.
Value me, value me not, it's all you who decide.
You postpone and wait for right time to arrive.
I never made myself wrong for you to move from beside.

Yet, you call me villain, for why I know not.
Perhaps, you know it's all your reward.
Time can't help you and it do not
trouble you or make it hard.

My duty is to move on and I do so.
I never drag nor do I run.
But move on punctually and go
through events, histories and even fun.

In me, you made your memories and hopes.
Count me or ignore till you are a corpse."

One more chance!

I know I have done the mistake

and I admit it’s a fault on my part.

Now I want not an excuse to make.

But I’m sorry from the depth of my heart.

Yet, you call me accused.

Know it’s a mistake not a crime.

Then why so?  I’m confused.

What I caused may heal by time.

But you’ll never realize nor forgive

For you’ve ne’er seen through my eyes.

Once you pardon, I must leave

you in peace and ne’er again before your eyes.

If not, forget it at this glance

and give me one more chance.

Can you hear me?

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

not at your feet, oh the world!

Nor I’m born for you to cleave.

Why you made my way so curled?

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

among you, like you, oh powerful men!

Don’t promise that. You may deceive.

I dare to fight at least by pen.

I’m a girl and I deserve to live

till the end of my life’s length.

That’s my right, all must believe.

Yes, patience is my strength.

I’m a girl and I deserve to live.

Let me! I too want to live.

The Sorrow of the Sun

Oh I wish if I were not alone  

in this vast blue high sky

where I’m the ruler without crown

and warm all with the heat of my.

I envy the moon in the midst of the stars,

though it shines with my light.

I know I’m one of the stars

and with me, none dares to fight.

My heat keeps me alone and all away.

You surround me but far away.

Around me, you make your night and day

but I alone shine all the day.

For you, I’m the power, the source, the Sun

but to me, I’m alone with less fun.

COLOURS

Once I met a man in a bus

with a face so sad and pale.

I gave a start for a talk between us.

He smiled and told me his tale.

 “I have a family; my wife, three sons

and a cute little daughter.

I had a happy life with all our funs.

Circumstances held me tightly than ever,

and accused me as a terrorist.

I was arrested and had been imprisoned

for a year and now free from that list.

Trials after trials they pardoned.

Now I could feel everything pleasant

but a ray of sorrow still haunts me”.

Said so, soon I enquired.

He said, “My daughter needed colours,

but now I don’t have the money required

to buy what I couldn’t a year back, for her pictures”.

Heard so, I bought colours when the bus did halt

for a daughter waiting her father back home

and a father who did no fault.

We got down at the halt near his home.

Then an acquaintance of him blocked us

and informed that his house was burnt

and family hospitalized, and if he does

dare to stay longer, he too would be burnt.

Soon we turned to the hospital

to see how worse had happened.

But thank God it hadn’t be too fatal.

All were alive and consciousness regained.

He rushed to where they were.

I stayed out not to harm.

Then I heard something unexpected there

that his little daughter lost her right arm.

I saw him broken out into tears

and approached me with an unbearable question,

“why do I need colours?”

 Tears rolled down my cheeks without permission.

The Stormy Night

A fear takes birth from my soul

on thinking that dreadful night.

I thought it’s the end of the world as a whole

 or a part of it that I couldn’t fight.

I couldn’t hold a hand for they were asleep

 and only I was awake to witness that.

“oh Lord! I’m afraid even to weep.

Why am I alone to see the night as a cat?”

I even wished if it was a dream,

a dream just to frighten me.

It was too scary even to scream.

I want to sleep not to see.

I thought I was alone suffering.

But there were many speechless creatures.

I saw them fallen down the next morning.

Now they remain with all dead features.

That stormy night made me just scared,

but made them all dead.

Words not spoken!

Once I was stuck in a traffic jam.

The sun was ready to set.

I had none to help or harm.

It was raining and all around was wet.

The bus was too crowded, even noisy.

I called my mom to reveal “I’m helpless”.

I was too desperate to hear “Number busy”.

“Oh God! Help me!” I wouldn’t be fearless.

That night can never be forgotten.

When I reached my home, I shouted.

“Mom, how many times I called? At least ten.

What made you too busy when I’m troubled?”

She didn’t speak a word but moved.

But dad said, “She was calling you all this time”.

The words not spoken by her had removed

my anger to add regret to myself blame.

If she had scolded me, I wouldn’t cry.

But now I’m speechless to apologize

for my words makes me shy.

“Oh God! I’m a sinner, I didn’t realize.”

Sometimes words spoken hurt us,

but words not spoken hurt more.