'Hello'. She called out, my heart skipped a beat.
For me and many others, her voice was a treat
She teased me with her smile and a voice that haunts
She was aloof and meek, a mystery for the class.
...
I am chained by my past,
shackled by my love
I Pray this wouldn't last,
Am I the only white dove?
...
NOTHINGNESS
No one to love and nothing to hate
No emotion nor tears, and nothing that hurts
...
It was the sanctum sanctorum hall
Hawks in black gowns with all the gall
Three chairs were put on a pedestal
Judges groomed to behave celestial
...
Shake me up, Wake me up,
With that story you made up
Of Angels having arrived
Only to guard me and make my day
...
All they wanted were people pliant
Any of those speaking seen defiant
They wanted of me to play dead
...
I was in the golden alley
Walking with friends and more
It all was fun of yore
Till the alley had glow no more
...
The Mason's Daughter
'Hello'. She called out, my heart skipped a beat.
For me and many others, her voice was a treat
She teased me with her smile and a voice that haunts
She was aloof and meek, a mystery for the class.
We were in a market on a beautiful weekend
Walking past a construction site near the bend
And then an expectant 'Hello', that haunting voice
It was a slip, as she tried hiding with no choice
She carried pain, a sand filled pan and a chisel
Soaked in sweat, she was more radiant than a bible
Studying by the day and working by the noon
She was a mason's daughter, pleasant than the moon
Years have gone by, It was a meeting by fate
'Hello' she called out as if by cue, on the flight
Poise, swagger and a smile, she is now India's daughter
She is now a Collector, the same mason's daughter.