I feel like a bird...

I feel like a bird

Struggling in a cage

Trying to escape

From this confined place

My arms stretched

My body worn out

Trying to be free

From the clutches of life

Craving to be fearless again

Fly under the open sky

And finally get merged

In myself and revive 

Where I got caught?

One day I sat thinking;
I thought to write about something
All the past memories were flashing;
But nothing seemed to be that astonishing

Beautiful nature was my first thought;
But alas! Here I will get caught
I have destroyed nature for years;
Still the beauty is left? Was my only fear

Great Almighty was my second thought;
But alas! Here I will get caught
It reminded me of the crimes I committed;
This idea was also abetted.

Society was my next thought;
But alas! Here I will get caught
For all the love & care; I have received,
Had I given anything when society was in need?

Oh God! Help me to survive;
Give me a chance to revive
Thought process is still going on;
I might find something to write on

“My soul is still pure”

She sat on the porch

Lost in her childhood memories

Her beautiful face; her appealing eyes

All that had vanished with time…

She fairly remembers the day

The moment she wanted to escape

She could feel inside that veil

The infinite sufferings and pain

God had destined her life,

Beauty was no more her pride

She was sold for a petty amount

Beauty was no more her crown

With agony and pain buried inside

She has become oblivious with time;

Mirror now reflects her age  

Her grace and beauty finds no place

Now, she is left alone

Searching her way in disgrace

Sitting with her naked body; pleading

“My soul is still pure”

“Listen, My soul is still pure”

Searching for Purpose...

Lost in noise, was my plea
I thought and thought with grief
My queries were left unanswered
I was left alone to wander

Everyone was around but still I was alone
Confusion grew , decision was wrong
Heart and mind were in conflict
I looked for help, but with regret

But,trust was strong,and faith was beheld
I knew my prayers had some connect
There was only one hope in the end
Blessings from above were enough to mend

On the out set all was fine
Beautiful mornings with lovely sun-shine
Excitement grew with each passing day
I knew the purpose was now defined in some way..