VARSHA SARAN

VARSHA SARAN

SENT MY PEN

My pen is bleeding on the paper

Crying in deep pain

Shedding tears here and there

I tried in vain to escape from all my strains

Ink screams

With so much pressure

How to control all this nonsense !!

Tried to hide all despair

But No, I can't !!!

I am a true soul

That writes from its heart

No mind game is there

To Collect your praise and applause!!

Varsha Saran@copyright

MASK

Every body is wearing a mask

To hide their originality of soul

Behind an emotional face

Every face is a mask

To act properly, on the stage of life

Whoever is perfect

To put on smartly n beautifully this mask

And act gracefully

With a lot of hypocrisy

Becomes a winner ...

And comes in the limelight

Popularity kisses his forehead

And embrace him with love

Blind society salute his power

And he smiles proudly on him

When he throw his mask

A devil howls

With all his might

That we can find in every big positions in this world

Like politics and bureaucrats !!

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PRETTY THRONY BLOODY

She was pretty enough

To enlighten this world

Gloomy minds turned happy

When she smiles with her enigmatic touch

She was not Monalisa of Leonardo

But a beautiful flower of her family garden

Throny experiences of life

Made her more wise

But how long she would tolerate

The storms of life

Her fresh red colour changed into crimson

More bloody

More angry

Annoyed with this system

Where everyone desire for silken part

And not ready to compromise with the harsh side

They forget that Rose has to survive with throny destiny

That makes her more pretty

And she is a special piece

Created by divine!!

Varsha Saran@copyright

PAIN

Pain is crying on the vantilator of bad luck

Pleasure is whisling carelessly

n smiling with proud,

Looking happy ,on the beautiful bed of roses,

Smelling the sweet aroma

How fortunate it is!!

How well timed !!

And circumstances is playing game

With innocence or prejudiced

And we people are nothing !!

Only puppet whose string is in the hands of divine!!

Varsha Saran@copyright

MIGHTY PEN

In a deep , dense woods of my heart

Am I alone!!

A Solitary soul

No, I am not...

Different phobia tease me a lot

In the form of insectivorous trees

That hold me tight n tight

Till I completely surrender

But it's all my  false imagination

I am strong enough

With my creativity

My scribes

Never ever make me feel alone,

When I write

I don't scare with all these creeping replies

That are crawling like the monsters of society

They feel my work is useless,

Whose hisssing sound is very weak

In front of my mighty pen!!

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VARSHA SARAN

VARSHA SARAN:  42 yrs old bilingual poetess. She did her Post graduation from Ch. Charan Sing University Meerut. Her poems have been published in different international Anthologies. She got many awards in poetry writing.