The Queen

The walls sing to her a symphony dry

Of life that flutters by her closed window pane

And some dim lit lamps blatantly glorify

The ageless wait for her lover in a luxurious den

She has a story to tell

The one of big halls but closed doors

Of colours and hues

And grandeur but also blues

A story of a girl full of life

But who lost herself in some vain strife

For name maybe that of a queen

But reality is grave and often unseen

Her face is now shadowed by a lull

But tearing her apart is a raging storm

What had she got in name of fortune’s call

A caged bird she was to be part of some historic form.

-Vaisakhi Mishra

INNOCENCE....

My bag is heavy,

       Yet feels like luck.

My food is cold,

       Yet tastes of love.

I see a board

       Spreading knowledge around.

I touch my pocket,

Hear money’s ruffling sound.

Here is my sister,

       We enjoy royal delights.

Here are my friends,

       We talk of fortune’s lights.

My mother is calling-

       Filling my room with toys

It’s Diwali again,

       Bursting crackers, I enjoy.

I hear the ‘Bell Ring’;

       “Get back to work, you jerk!”

I reach for my crackers-

       Not for fun but Work.

P.S.-written from the point of view of an eight year old forced to work in cracker factory.

I wrote this thinking about child labour. While my exams were on there was a news about saving 4 kids of 12 years from a detergent factory in Mumbai. Every day while travelling in local train, at traffic signals I see small children selling books or accessories when they should be in schools learning and shaping their future. News about children working in firecracker factory, detergent factory, weaving centres and similar places is so common. It is a painful situation for the entire nation because it’s our country’s future which is at stake. Child labour has to be stopped. True saying and writing all this is simple but executing an effective plan to stop it is difficult. But I believe if we start thinking today and do whatever is in our hands things will change one day.

Also 12th JUNE is celebrated as world day against child labour...

A GIFT...of destiny...

In the heart of Fatum’s maze,

She strives for a soulless life.

Blackened days and dirtied nights-

With a gift of wretched destiny.

No voice, no sigh,

Screaming, her silent shouts-

All echo in Night’s glade,

With a gift of wretched destiny.

A flower in a bouquet,

Petals plucked in delicacy.

Life is now an empty dream,

With a gift of wretched destiny.

Spent and tarnished, a slave of fate

Forced to lend herself to all.

Weaving a soiled tapestry of life,

With a gift of wretched destiny.

Suffocated in this blissful world.

Used yet savoured by vultures around.

Bearing the silent suffering of mortality,

With a gift of wretched destiny.

Beads of innocence brimming in eyes,

Camouflaged by a smile of self-pity.

Languished in life, chained to pain,

With a gift of wretched destiny.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

CARNIVAL OF LUST...

Lost and blinded, he stumbles at the wall;
A wall of greedy mist
Enveloping the dark, enticing
Carnival of Lust.

Tied and drugged
Directed by hunger and aphrodisia,
He enters the exit less maze
Thickened with fragrant haze.

Looted he roams,
Like a worthless gnome.
Craving return; but
Captivated and reigned
By gluttony, in vain-
He losses himself
Again and again.

Dejected by life,
Chided by fate,
He surrenders his will
In lust's court of desire-
To burn in mean fire.


-VAISAKHI MISHRA

P.S- carnival of lust was the theme of the winnin team of fashion show in ma coll recently...so thought of writin a poem on this theme....n i tired not to include a single adult word....hope u guys like it...:)