I cry

I cry

I cry for the souls gone,
For the love forelorn.

I cry for my failure as a mum,
But choice i had none.

I cry for stabs sharper than the real
Oh! How they seem surreal.

I cry for the child in me
That no one could see.

I cry for all the pain
Mostly in vain,
Finally, i cry for being here
Cocooned in fear...hoping the darknesss to clear....

Swarupa

Poem- Ode to Asthama

Ode to Asthama..

Every breath counts...the shortness of my breath perturbs my sleep...
It wakes me up to the scary darkness, in the dinginess of the mosquito net,
I grasp for breath...more of it and more and more.
I want every drop of air to reach those sacs in despair...
Yet the feud only grows as the wheezing sound from my bellows lo and behold!

Every breath counts...
I call to my mother...struck with guilt...to help me breathe...
she pushes herself up to pass on some weeds...

Every breath counts..
The gloominess under the eyes surmounts, the curvature of the back and shoulders turns further round...ohh! I gasp for my life gear...the stickiness in the lungs refuses to give away...

Every breath counts..
We both eagerly await the darkness to fade, as the sun rays provide some relief to the scramble of the night...
I trod myself up unwillinginly but with a hope..that one prick wil give me a new lease of life
For every breath counts....

Swarupa

Poem-For Once

FOR ONCE

For once, I wish to give a chance to my self respect
For once, I want to come out of your cozy nest.

For once, I do not wish to forgive your ignorance
For once, I do not wish to prove my innocence.

For once I wish you to bear the pain
The same I bore for you in vain.

For once, I want you to shudder at the thought of losing me
For once, I want you to be on the other side of the fence.

For once, I wish to select myself over you
For once, I want to ignore red over blue.

For once, I cannot stop saying thank you
For once, this one is not for you

For once, had it not been for you
I'd not realise that life, indeed, is good without you

Swarupa