Self Care

Nail polish, face bleach and make up,
you, a modern girl who knows your body.
And your story is that of a hegemony untold,
That suppression kept you under sacred rags!
And the gods of men made you feel like a queen,
And she in their courtyards begged freedom to her flesh!

Tell me a while ago who brought you salvation?
That now you know your body in suffering and pleasure!
A Christ of women, from heaven in his pure form?
Who knew how, a hurting Magdalene to give a break!

I desired you a million times in your body,
And promised to care it, a millions times for sure!
For I know our body is the smile of our souls,
Who lost their pleasure in heaven, on their way to earth!
Never I knew to care it well until you did say,
Of all tips of health to try at home in our stay!

Let me agree that you know your body like you say,
Not a man, even me, can't judge it well, I must say
I am a farmer's son, and I know to care this earth in a way,
Now I know you my earth, as you dress this season in your way!

You are Never Boring!

Do we get ever bored with love?
You ask me as I portray your beauty
On a canvas as you model this portrait.

Did you ask, if I am bored with you,
When this canvas is full with colour in your shape?
And do you ask me if you are just a model,
And this painting only is real? in your fear!

Beloved, let me answer your query,
With a pain I every carry of patriarchy,
That the truth  is that I am painting
All my walls of defence with bright,
Blue, red and green scheme of colours,
Carved in your shape to feel you more deep,
Deeper than me that I never miss your shape!

Every stroke of brush is my touch,
From a distant dream to reach your heart.
Like a finger of rain melted on soil,
We love beyond poles of you and me.
And this life is not enough,
For every wall needs a portrait of you,
To tell that you are never boring
But a breath that I give my life to!

Patching Souls

Strangely you ask me a day,
Soon after I am done with my rants,
On your faults and falls to name a few,
"Can you look at me and see my tears,
Before you search for a towel to fix this mess?"

In my defence, I murmur of "all efforts",
To ease your pain through my thinking head.
You never liked those words of reason,
All you heard was the counting of costs,
Jittering back to me as "all your efforts".

Then a silence, where we search,
For a word to clear our thoughts!
Logic and morals that we debate,
With a hope of curing this scene!

In a while, a fear of losing your shadow,
Sets on me like a veil of the wicked,
A cold that eats my bone to death!

In a shiver, I close my eyes,
And hear your cry in pain of love.
And my thinking head stoops to know,
The tears off your face on my chest.

Bursting wild this fortress of rights,
Fall on your feet to say a word of sorry
Soon you are kind my heaven so pure,
And you patch my broken vests for sure
With a smile and scent of love in your sorry.

Lost and Found

Beloved, I was lost for a while,
In a forest, in my head, amidst-
A score of carnivorous Beasts,
Striking a billion synapses to find our story,
In a mayhem of its  yesteryears fight for peace!

Finally though discovered a piece of peace,
On a flying route to your shack,
But loosely tethered pieces of my memory,
Once again lost our stories to wind!

Worries of a world, I am born naked to,
With an odd expectation to be the one I am not,
Were not my design though, and you know this truth,
Not an excuse either for losing our stories!

Every night you begged of me,
For a story that you penned with pain,
And you asked of me to write it all over,
To my diary with a pinch of salt and sugar!
Ive' scribbled a lot figures without a plot,
To last the loss of time to tell our stories fresh!

Flowing to You

My lush green love, I am a river with the smell of earth,
Flowing through you following your steps to your abode.
You are new like the morning rays,
With a smile and sweet resolution.
You work very hard, to bloom every flower
In our fertile land;
And you meet your river at every new turn,
To water every plant before its  a new day.

I am muddied with flood and rain,
Yet remember your tender hands for sure!
And as the sun peep into our hut,
I am clear and clean for our babies to play!

You wake me up to tell me a secret, that
With every wet step of your feet in your river,
You feel a breath of fresh faith, and
A sure hope to dress you in gorgeous green!

The roars, chirping and scary nocturnal eyes,
Never deter our silent smiles and hugs,
And we play, eat, sleep and dream,
With your roots deep into my shore,
And we never grow old, but are new ever!