NEETU VAID SHARMA

NEETU VAID SHARMA

CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE

This separation is unbearable

It takes my spirits down

So down that I go deeply down

It scratches my wounds of loneliness

Leaving my mind all bleeding

Pointless pains prick me

Here and there- then everywhere

No inch is spared for serene space

Every inch is crushed for crave

The heart pumps with no pulse

The lips smile with no joy

The mind weeps with no tears

Only a mask is worn for sure

To make look live and normal

But behind that mask

How much is hidden?

How much is buried?

How much, how much

Hardly can be told & verbalized...

Surely can be felt & realized...

DAUGHTER’S CONTENTMENT

Twenty nine days hammering worry

Made her mental balance topsy-turvy

Her real happy self was gone

Her friends asked what has happened

Her only answer to others was covered

Made up reply to conceal reality

But her actual worry was to return someone

A glorious past, a house of hearty reverence

A life full of love and care unlimited

Passed time and she was pretending

To be what actually she was not

Ultimately on thankful thirtieth day

Terrible tension took a halt

An unexpected knock was heard

Though all hopes awake and awaiting

It was to bring back the beauty home

That knock cancelled many other mind knocks

As prefixed, a fortunate fellow was nearby

Divine soul in charitable mood

Happened to hand over a bag

Full of long cherished dreamy desires

Finally the moment of celebration came

When with dignity and devotion

She could fulfil her sole duty

Raising the silver flag of reverence

She ran fast to meet her someone

Laid bare her heart like a child

Latter could peep into her passions

Gifting someone’s her gone glory

Is no less than chivalrous victory

Smiles scattered within and everywhere

A rare contentment having no name

Was dripping down into her heart

Though many achievements she bagged

This special was her supreme self-made success

A daughter’s gift to her mother so dear

We feel happy on getting tokens

Those who get joy out of giving

Are rare and true givers

Giving someone happy hours,

Pocketing someone pure emotions

Pampering someone with care touch

Providing parents due love

Invaluable relation it is to tell

Of a daughter with her mother

DARKEST NIGHT IN SHE-PIGEON’S LIFE

Darkest Night In She-Pigeon’s Life

Death like dawn so dead sure

Was waiting like a wolf so angry

Two pigeons after a happy flight

Were heading towards their homely nest

A waspish and bitter vulture so jealous

Emotionally lured them to a desolate place

Unaware of this catastrophic call

The two pigeons followed blindly

Though they were not blind actually

Faith and too much trust trampled

Their decently done deeds for more than a decade

Unknown to that merciless moment

They entered that vulture’s planned place

Everything and everyone was all set with arms

And a pack of wolves surrounded them

Not a slightest escape they two could think

Shut with a shock inside the fiendish walls

Two innocents were caught badly as bad luck would have it

The moment He-Bird looked around to see

His eyes found his family turned into wolves

How could a family do such devilish deed?

Sad, they were no family anymore that time

They were like hungry hunters- so cruel

And to He-Pigeon’s no knowledge

Wolves were in fixed mood

To hunt for his She-Pigeon

Vulture who was pigeon’s half sister

Behaved more like a step sister

By making her brother helpless

She proved to be an unjust and disloyal dear

Vulture turned into vampire

“How could you do this to me?”

When asked by the pigeon in roaring fury

Dozens of insensible illiterates pounced at him

They pushed, they hit harshly

But hurt them two most everywhere

Subdued his real voice, with heavy hot howls around

In front of He-Pigeon

His She-Pigeon was attacked with arrows sharp

Her soul was torn torturously

It was an hour of unjust at peak

One single She-Bird, silenced by

Many bitterer wolves- all united

What else could be a disgusting design?

This design was fully designed

To make He-Pigeon embarrassed

Stab him in his back without touching

She-Pigeon was no new case

Many others meet the same fate

But her mind made no master revenge plans

Her bleeding heart cried and yelled to the full

She promised and took oaths to come out

Not as weak, gone and frail freak bird

Nightmarish night filled her every cell

With all the more stamina and strength

Too wounded to the core, yet she gave

Her feet firmness, to feathers...fearlessness

A new vigour heading towards her

Healing hope of an enigmatic past connection

Without hitting back to brutal

Without revolting for right and rights

Without melodrama and mourning over that moment

Even without arousing any to avenge

She-Pigeon stood sensibly, gathered her glory

Flew far away fabulously

Showing her bold fleet after sinful storm

Soared so high, no creature could catch

Her inch of creativity glimpse

Encircled by many doves and birdies

Classy company of divine soul so fair

Her flight forwarded towards

Never dreamt fame and golden name

Finding a new love nest of nearness

Leaving behind all unnecessary binding

Erasing every unhappy memory from mind’s slate

She-Pigeon started a new life to live

And kept on scaling high, high and very high...

NEETU VAID SHARMA

NEETU VAID SHARMA is a poetess from Jalandhar City, India. Assistant Professor in English Literature for a decade, she has invested her immediate interest in writing.  Being a passionate poet, she endeavours to reflect her intimate emotions through her book “PASSIONATE PLEASURE PEARLS”. Her poems chiefly voice never dying love, basic instincts and storm of emotions. occurring unpredictably in the journey of life. She has penned more than one hundred poems to her credit. Though had she tried her hand in short story writing and handful of essays, her crowning taste lies in poetry genre only.