SUNITA PAUL

SUNITA PAUL

MY BLACK LOVER

I loved a black man,

I wished he loved me,

But too much of bitterness,

I was unable to see.

His tender childhood was bruised and wounded

So he travelled miles and an empire he founded.

With guarded high walls, and stoned doors,

He couldn't just let anyone hurt him anymore.

Ruthless mankind harmed and scarred his life,

In his life he had been through only war and strife.

So when I gifted him my heartfelt love and desire,

It ignited his passions and gave it a fire.

Still his hatred for all white people across,

Couldn't let him come close to me and give him a toss.

Throughout he faced so much of racism,

That he could not see a light in a prism.

I tried and retried but all in vain,

I failed to reduce his pain.

My love got lost in this racism war,

And my black lover bid me a goodbye and went away so far.

©®Sunita

BROKEN SOULS

She loved him with her messy heart

Little did she know it may break apart

He hugged her with his fragile heart

Betrayal was on his mind from the very start.

She caressed him with her scarred hands

For she felt she found a support, now to hold and stand

He fondled her with his bruised hands

He knew that he has captured her with his magic wand.

The two broken souls made love with their flaws

But they were clutched in destiny's claws

He came to play but he lost his heart in this game of love

But she won as she breathes her last and travels to heaven above.

©® Sunita

DEEP

I wanna sink deep

In the waters of love

Let me dive

Into the pool of serenity

Amidst the bustling world

Among the crowd of people

My eyes only searches for you.

I wanna sink deep

Into the ocean of your eyes

Where I find my real self

Unclothed body

Bare soul

No hidden lies

Unmasked me

I wanna sink deep

In your love oasis

Thirsty heart and soul

Bathed in your showers of love

Quenched my thirst

Rejuvenate my sprits

©®Sunita

MIRROR

Mirror,

Tell me the truth

Who am I?

Please at least you don't lie.

Am I beautiful inside as I'm out?

Answer me, clear my doubt.

In my life, did I never sin?

Have I never cheated in life's race to win?

Mirror, Mirror

Tell me all,

How I rose after every fall!

How I faked a smile and hid the tears,

How I faced all defeats without any fears...

Mirror

I trust you , because you say all truth, you know my lies

When I look into your deep magnifying eyes

You are my real reflection, my inner conscience

You know my heart and soul in every sense and how I have self imposed penance.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?

I didn't get the answer till date,

I don't know the reason why,

But that is my fate.

Born to loving parents,

I got the best of what life meant.

Being a single pampered child,

Enjoyed each moment calm and wild.

From that age even, I wondered WHO AM I?

Married to a loving husband

Being a caring wife

Is it all that I needed in life??

Again struggling to get the answer, don’t know why

That really WHO AM I?

Being a mother is such a heavenly feel,

I got such loving kids and I feel blessed,

But still it cannot heal,

The question which haunts me till I'm dead.

WHO AM I?

Now at this mature age

When life is settled at a calm stage

I ask me, WHO AM I?

But found no answer don't know the reason why.

Can't I have an own identity?

And people will accept me with dignity?

Why do women have to live a life only for other?

Being only a wife, daughter, sister or a mother?

So I still am searching the answer,

From people and places near and far,

As I find my search complete,

I promise I won't cheat.

I'll come and tell you here,

Without any tantrums or fear,

All hidden truths and no lie,

I will let you know,

Who am I!!!!!!

©®Sunita

MY DURGA

Your Durga comes with great pomp and joy

My Durga (as a poor child) does not get even a broken toy

Your Durga is full of lights

My Durga (here a prostitute) in the bed only satisfies at night

Your Durga is made of mud and clay

My Durga (an aborted girl child) sometimes never see the light of day

Your Durga is only awesome and grand

My Durga(a poor young lady) finds hard a place in this world to stand.

Your Durga comes every year only for a week

My Durga(the child in poverty)here the whole year is feeble and weak

Your Durga is celebrated and worshipped

My Durga(the tortured housewives) is only abused and whipped

Your Durga comes with divine grace

My Durga(an average woman) here struggles in the life's race

Your Durga comes with powers to fight the evils

My Durga(a raped female)here is torn to pieces by the devils

Your Durga is also a girl and a woman

But why My Durga is always treated as a bane???

SUNITA PAUL