Rhythmic Rhymes

I remember, it was a long time back, I opened my eyes and all around I could see just grey and black, Then I felt a push, everything around suddenly seemed too bright, But before I could take it all in, I tumbled down in fright. For a long time after that, I vaguely recall, I was surrounded by many ‘mommas’, who wouldn’t let me fall, My life was a joyous playtime, among the lushy greens, All my gentle playmates around me, on my one soft calling. Then one dark day I was suddenly captured by some person stout, I remember, I heard my mommas left behind, cry their hearts out, But that wicked fellow just dragged me, away from my peaceful abode, To some noisy, dirty and choking place, they called them city roads. It was a scary place, everywhere monstrous, fast carts on wheels, This fellow made me walk there, and give rides all day long for free, I am lonely and sad in this black, unloving place, I trumpet loud over its noise but my voice no longer r...

When a kid was she, adored child only, Treated like a princess, every wish fulfilled. She was gifted a book one day, ‘Adventures of a little girl’ it read, Colourful pictures, exciting story, She got lost in its glory. But then she grew up and know what? The adventures never came true, She searched in the real world, Got lost but didn’t find any prince charming too. But she found another book, ‘Sacrifices of a woman’ it read, Rules to live by for a woman, Submissive, sacrificing, bowed down. “Of course, this won’t be true either,’ she said, And kept it aside while she searched for her way, Tried to be assertive, independent, For like a princess she had been raised. But then she found the second story coming true, Many things the world didn’t allow her to do, Obstacles she came across everywhere, She felt lost again and again. ‘This is stupid,” she said to herself, “The first story was good but didn’t come true, The second is sad but...

Walking I was once on a road lonely, With only my thoughts as company, When I saw a 5 year old kid being chased by his mother, Spending some cute, fun moments together. For some reason it sent me into a flashback mode, To since that time when I was a kid much adored, The cherished memories of frolic and fun, With family, friends, cousins, everyone. Carefree life at its best it was, Playdays, picnics, trips without a pause, Surrounded by loved ones most of the times, Laughter and happiness filled in the life. As I grew up made I some friends new, In different locations, classes and schools, Too young I was then to realize, The importance of those whom I left behind. As maturity started seeping in, Closer grew my ties with family and cousins, Also made a few friends for life, Though the previous ones stayed at the back of my mind. The tragedy struck a few years hence, When to the mind, 'worldly' things started making sense, Independenc...