NEETU VAID SHARMA

NEETU

VAID SHARMA

Independence 2019

After deliberate deep slumber

Yes, she opened her original mind-book

Crushed desires cropped up all over

A new life sunshine calling

Beautiful visions glancing at her

With graceful gait, she stepped out

To breathe freshly flowing fragrance

With fair hands she cornered

All the litter lazily loitering around

Space so serene spread everywhere

Mindfully she put on her iron confidence cloak

Tossing trucks of trash in world’s giant gorge

She eyed her new self in the mirror

Heartily she murmured,” Delighted to date you!

Wish you real Independence!”

The Pregnant Pigeon

Quietly sitting, may be resting

A grey skinned pigeon I saw

Its beautiful red eyes shining

Little fatter in size than usual ones

The more I approached near

The less frightful I found it

This aspect made me intensely

Inquisitive about this pot-bellied pigeon

Birds never befool themselves

As they behold brainy beings

They flutter and fly in no time

Fancy they never to fall a prey

My mind thoughtful, but heart melting

At the sight of this sweet bird

I could not wish to shoo

Nor could do anything to harm

Then I stopped a stranger urchin

Urged him to carry the bird away

Carefully without being cruel

And then silently did I observe

Burdened belly of the bird

Was containing a bird child

Unable to move, walk and fly

For it was a pregnant pigeon

The small boy in ordinary shorts

Took the bird in his hands

Happy he was to hold it

And soon disappeared on to his shanty way

I love birds and their kind

But pets I never kept

My memory got an invisible pet

That poignantly flashes time and again

A Known Secret

 Listen, O strange Confidant!

Revealed suspense I am, you know me in and out

Yet I am clearly misunderstood

I admit to be arrogantly humble

It is not healthy to be awfully good

It is rather alarming to be unapologetically self-willed

But the nearer I reach my endless end

The clearer image of a self-rock I meet in me

The world around spreads sweet sorrows

We all alone together receive dark lights

Still pose, pretend and act natural

How fake originals we all are

But a common exception am I, a known secret

A troubled paradise dwelling on incredible Earth

I am fastened mercury, every pore chained

I am fully empty, every sigh filled!

I am icy hot, every cell simmering!

I am eloquent silence, every inch thundering!

NEETU VAID SHARMA