It means to those who have
Experienced how difficult it
Is to escape the inescapable!

Let thou shadows, eclipse the scars  the wounds left behind, let thyself accept the closure, let thyself blow the candle, let the silhouette of the gone , lay in peace. Let shadows of summer replace those of the dark. Let thou shadows last unlike those who own the scars! 

Zipped!

Stepping out of her shell,
she entered a world which she never knew well,
it was a world of mongrel genders
where lad and lass breathed together in healthy tempers
grown amidst the velvet of her society’s trends, where such tempers were condemned
decided to be choosy in her friends
but ouch! Failed to transcend
finding hard to find the missing peas of her pod
questioned the God
for thinking that was odd
the thoughts she was hooked to
were lined by her society in her mind
making her seclude the lads in all kind
he and she can never be just friends was dilating in her soul
thus, keeping herself in control
this was the swing asked to like against her dislike
fearing to sail against the wind
she kept clutching the threads locked viciously in her fists
“the threads which never connected the opposite figures’ wrists”
Trying not to vex the popular thought
Finally vowed to follow society’s ought and choke herself a lot
Living in desolation
Flunked in all drives
Centered to befriend her types
She cursed the shell that made her life hell
All those whom she counted upon
Had thoughts anti to her
Making her boycott them
Drawing again herself to hem
Frustrated she lived in a box
Smelling its darkness
Reminding her of her society’s talks
which could malign her clocks
but the darkness was much
to dash her hopes and
fitly had to cut those threads
that entangled her feet
from stepping in the field
where he and she could tweet ,meet without deceit
breaking all ironical bars, where he and she are made to tie a knot on the end
but can never be just friends before that end,
decided to get along the worldly trend
detaching herself from society’s stems
breathing a sigh of relief she realized
he can be a bosom buddy
against the thoughts fuddy duddy
alas! Her respite was transient
the society eschewed to be lenient in its thoughts
and saw her as a maligned lot
“we just good friends” was what she kept
Justifying to them
But “just” was too whooping, not to be condemned
She tried to make them see a change with change
But got a blow up on her face
Finally she became her own philosopher
With an aught demeanor
Towards the malignant talks against her manner
Au-courant, she lives her life
Without any knife
That created immense strife
Freezing her social life
Releasing herself from those parochial threads
Yet she worries for those still peeping the heads from their vacuumed webs
Like her there are still many voodooed
To suffer the Tory moods!
--- Saloni Gupta

Like

Falling loops of a bond!

As I sit here in gloom,
Thinking about the
Wrongs I did
Enough to
drag a  bond to its doom.
Finding hard to recollect,
For it  all happened correct,
As per my intellect.
But to them,
It were my faked overwhelms,
throwing me out of their realms.
 That ignorance,
Tests my tolerance,
With no scope for clearance,
And I realise the built distance.
Flashback, hindsight,
 gripped my mind tight,
searching the moments
Where I were perhaps
Too cold to their sight,
Yet too full for my love's appetite.
With my heart throbbing,
And chest sore from sobbing,
I look for the void answers
That brought me close to losers.
It all sailed with good intentions,
Was heading the justifications mentioned.
But those rowing with oars,
Found my heart too sore,
Leaving me hate myself more
And stay all alone.
Hoping against hopes,
 trying to tighten the falling  loopes,
Here i Yearn for the time,
Where I need not go a mile,
To get a true smile,
Over the demeanor that is
 Real and Only mine.

 **Nature is yet not asleep**

Sitting at the sea shore
With hands on  the sand
Which welcomes each wave
On the land.
My feet get drenched
With each tide high and low,
Back washing the sand beneath my toe,
The white caps becomes a feast to behold.
The crescent moon, waning yet
 Emitting enough to diffuse to the
 sparkles in its vicinity.
The moonlit, crashing waves
 showering the blanket
Studded with stars in dark
With  leaps too high to leave a moisten mark.
The broken clouds
Melting with smoky scent
To make the shine translucent.
The scintillating stars.
Sharing the lusture,
Illuding the eyes
To a diamond
Veil on the waves
Tempting the feet to wade.
Hence, even in the dark
Nature isnt asleep
To let it's beauty peep
Through the far land
Above the sand!
 --- Saloni Gupta

The lost opportunity

     As I look through my window

I see the children playing merrily round the willows,

oblivious of the worldly blows.

Alas! there are some who reflect a  situation of  juxtapose .

Those unfortunate lads are cursed,

They toil for hours,

And are devoid of the blissful showers,

Being ruled by the words of the nerds

who deprive them from being free birds.

To them childhood is a lost opportunity,

a  farfetched reality across the rivers peninsulas,

for their life draws upon the cinemas

 of a two letter pardox-:child-labour,

Oh my friend! These two words are akin to a  sabre,

ripping their souls   for their future  goals.

Life is a mere compromise for them,

Whence they are trapped in a vicious circle of an unlucky gem

Poverty is the only factor

And its time to close this chapter.

Their right to a better life is still  due

And those in power need to add it to the queue of the things to get through.

Though there are laws for the same

Yet many amongst us flout the game

And there after their childhood refuses to sprout again.

Perhaps! Their only fault was they were not born with a silver spoon in mouth and thus were foredoomed to feed their masters’ mouths...

Saloni gupta

My best holidays were my childhood days..

Childhood is like a song,

A song that is cherished for long,

It keeps on echoing in our life, long after it’s gone.

It’s the time when there are no fears,

And life is devoid of hardships and tears

Life is full of wonders then,

And each one is a lion in his own den.

It’s the time when there are no worries,

And life is like sweet red cherries.

In those days life is a panorama,

And each moment is full of melodrama.

In those days fights are not serious,

And everything seems so mysterious.

Childhood is like a rainbow,

The excitement of which cannot vanish in one go.

Alas! Those were the days

The essence of which I cannot feel today.

                                          

                                          

There’s always a next time!

A new chapter begins

As always I sailed into a yet another New Year,

Perhaps! How to follow my new resolutions is my only fear.

My new Levis jeans are tight,

I plan to fight the fat with all my might,

But how to control is the question of the time,

Then I realize ought to draw a line.

The time spent on social media exceeds the time spent on Wikipedia,

Henceforth i resolve to befriend encyclopedia.

Studying a day before exams,

Was what i did hitherto?

But the trend is seldom looked up to.

Its time to make amends and let it go.

The mess in my room

My mother eyes get rheum

And i swear to broom.

Indolence being the main enemy,

Makes me do everything callously,

Again i vow to keep checks and balances probably.

 The habit of folding hands at last minute of exam,

Forgetting to thank and,

Without giving it a damn,

Is promised to be scrammed.

To thine own self,

These were the resolutions of the years that passed

And are yet to be espoused,

For life is a rhyme

which chimes with my regime,

And! There’s always a next time.

My odyssey with faith

Faith acts as a stabilizer

When your fear takes shape of lazer

Ripping apart the soul

Which once rested in peace.

It is like a cool drink

Which when drunk settles all your anxieties

And lightens the way to a brink.

It invites a blissful state within

A state, the glimpse of which

Can be traced in eternally delightful kittens.

It reinforces your bond with life

And you are all set to go miles full of knives.

It eclipses fears in one’s soul

and plants the seeds of self belief,

which enthuses him to make it to the shores,

Alas! Today’s youth lacks in them

In them this perennial fountain

Of calmness and serenity

And thus are imbibing in them enmity

The power of your faith should be greater than your power of fear,

To save your life from becoming a dreadful odyssey of tears.

                                            Saloni Gupta