When a girl Is born - a poem

When a girl is born

Its like a new dawn

As she opens her êyes

It looks like a Sky .

She looks preety in pink 

And with toothless Grin

She is angel from above

Who makes us aglow.

But as she grows

She is not told

Thats its not her Life 

She is bonded for Life .

So while she laugh

With glint in her êyes

Little she Knows 

That the Spark gonna Die .

For some twenty years 

She lives without fear 

And then one day 

Her freedom is taken away.

They say to make her complète

To live her Life in peace 

Its better for her 

To be with some one else.

So with new Dreams in her êyes

Leaving her parents behind

She smiles for the new start 

With joy in her heart .

But alas she doesnt Know 

That she is limiting her flow 

The one who was boundless

Is now confinéd to shore .

She is told she was princess

But now she is queen 

But the irony is not this 

Its something else within.

Her Life is not her Anymore

Her laughter is not heard

When she smiles its for other

For her its Just tears.

Her Words are not understood 

Her cries is  not heard 

Her Time is not her Anymore 

She withers be cause of fear.

Still she lives 

Keeps her sanity in peace 

By doing such things 

Which make her pleased.

She knows if she is happy 

Then only she can live 

Or She is dead 

With a beating heart indeed.

So when  she sees a little girl 

Thus she whispers in her ears

Live your Life my girl

For this Life is for others.

No one told me this 

But i am telling you this 

Fly when you can

As soon u Will have broken wings.

So when the girl smiles 

With glint in her êyes 

Woman too smiles

With tears in her êyes 

And thus she continues

To tread Life Journey 

To smile for others 

And to cry deep within 

To Find her Own happiness

To fight for her Own will 

Loving Herself Just like others

And finding peace within .

Thats the story of a woman 

In Many part of this world 

I know We All have différent perspective 

Just Shared with you What felt .

By 

Notyet100

28/4/15

poem for you Advay on your 8th birthday

What should I write 

When i see you smile 

Unraveling Life mystéries

With all your might .

Its difficult to pen in Words 

What I See and observe 

But yes this is true 

Lifes beautiful because of you.

Love it When you choose 

My favorite macaron

And lové it Even more

That you Know the flavor too.

Or the way you Tell the jôkes

Smiling before you start 

And Then Waiting for me too

To Laugh Just like you.

I love the way you giggle  

When We read the strips together 

Of Calvin nd hobbes

ANd of some time snoopy too.

When We out for walk 

Together or apart

I Know you Will Turn

To Check whether I am there or not.

Or when you take pics
& ask me how it is
Whether Its Nice or not
& will I paint with it too

Of the excitement
In your eyes when you
See me cooking
On your own coming & helping

My Life is a beautiful book
& you a new page which
I turn everyday çant wait
To find more tomorrow
& everyday .

I Know soon this to shall pass

Just like your Kinder years

But I want it to be slow 

So that I can go with flow

Life would have Been 

dull without you

And I thank god

For giving gem like you 

So now I hope you are pleased

That I have compléted this 

ANd now u wont say 

That I dont write verse for you .

So Happy birthday Advay 

This year you turn eight

Wish you lots of happiness 

Thats all I Want to say ....

who are we - a poem

Wrote this poem few months back this one is again on my favourite subject - woman

Who are we
Are we born to live
With bated breath
Or we wait to die
With each passing day
Just fluttering by.
Who are we
Are we allowed to complete
Our cherished dreams
Or we wait to see
Them being shattered
In front of our eyes.
Who are we
Are we human
Just like others
Or just some aide
To help others
In this journey called life.
Who are we
Are we some flower
Meant to be loved
Or just some thorn
Which though prick others
Is not cut.
Who are we
Are we the dewdrops
Up from the sky
Or just some tears
Welled up somewhere
Brimming our eyes.
Who are we
The answer to this
Is still a mystery
The day I find out
wil sure be
Happy & grim.
By
Notyet100
(wrote few months back)

seasons - a poem

Sometime I feel would the world 

Be the same if theres No season 

It would mean living with Just 

One émotion which is not sane .

 

Season teachs us the value of colours

How life becomes bleak during winters 

And We search for réason to stay 

at home which becomes our  treasure Trove .

 

How pleasent it is during rain 

When We can smell the earth 

from where We came and can 

listen to the sweet Melody 

Of rain.

 

Fall teaches us We all Have to go

We are transient Just like 

leaves on the floor .

 

Summer means Life can be 

Bright how ever dark it is 

There will be light .

 

Spring means a new picture 

How ever bad it is 

We can start again filling our Life with 

New colour and  vigour .

Sometimes theres stormy horizon

 when We are Ravens prêy for No réason 

Still with courage and  préservance 

We bring life Back on track.

 

So all seasons are equal 

We need them all 

Thats the message to all 

Angelic hearts reading this verse .

By 

Notyet100

9/4/15

A Story - Poem

Wrote this poem for an event last year ,edited it today to suit the prompts sharing with you all for the poetry month.

The day you are away I am sad
The day you there I am glad
So is my story my own story
Or its your own story.
The day you frown I am mad
The day you smile I am elated
Still my love I am eager to write
My story with your own story
The day you scream I am distressed
The day you plead I am helpless
So still I am trembling
To write or not our story
The day you read I was scared
The day you tore I wept
Still I am trying to rewrite
Our own true story .
The day when we met
The day we ran
Away from others
To create our own story.
No reason to share this
Still I gather my energy
So that can silence
The wailing cavern inside me
This one is story of disaster
With specks of love
The only consolation
though dark embrace
I still love it.
To love you was my choice
I can still feel the warmth
But I have been ravens pray
I know this in my heart.
By
notyet100
7/4/15

we are mere specks - a poem

This poem I wrote few years back as its poetry month this whole month thought of sharing few of my old poems which I have never shared with anyone .This one is first poem from the collection .

We are mere specks
In this ocean called life
Still we strive
To survive.
We don't know
When we will dissolve
Still we keep
So many issues unsolved.
We were born to die
To live this life
Still we live
With bated breath.
We have our friends
Whom we met
Still we weep
With tears unseen.
We are meant to be sink
In the deep sea beneath
Still we float
Choked up with worries.
We are bound to fly
Up In the sky
Still we limp
With our legs beneath.
We smile sometimes
Of the bygone time
Still we plead
To relive .
We made mistakes
Just for the sake
Still we make
But now we are awake.
We said some words
Without knowing the worth
Still we think
Of those unknown deed.
We will be gone one day
Up and away
Still we live
To live like this.
But when I am gone one day
Like a whiff of wind up and away
Still I think
Will I be ever missed.
By my friends & foe
By my fellows
Will I be forgived
And be truly missed.
When you read this one day
What will you say
Still I think
With a deep grief.
By
notyet100
(wrote few yrs back)

For few day - a poem

For few days I was lost 

Amidst butterfly & wild flowers 

Where I couldn't hear myself 

Just the waves hitting the rocks .

Where there were no buildings

Just the hills and the sea 

Where we were not limited

By seeing time & managing things .

Where I could here the seagulls 

Fluttering and screeching above sea

Where the azure ness of the sky blended with the sea 

& gave me glimpse of infinity.

To see such a place 

Was always a dream 

& after coming back from

There

I feel as I had a therapy .

As there I was just me 

Not running around but at peace 

Now I know how it feels

To be in heaven

As that place was heaven for me .

Would have written many 

Verses 

But didn't dare to do that 

As had promised myself 

That this moment is just for myself 

Not for wandering to places 

Not for musing things 

The moment was for now

& I am glad I lived it . 

By 

Notyet100

4/4/15