A Daughter's Only Wish....

Hi dad...

This one's for u...

My last....aghast...

I know u never wanted me though...

I Have always been the reason,

For ur scornful eyebrows....
Wonder why u didn't go for PSD (prenatal sex discernment)..
Or probably.. You just didn't got the "right doc"..
I couldn't travel much down the memory lane,
But am sure...
I was much of the reason for mumma's pain...
And I still would have played the role of " thorn"...
If lately .."Chotu" wouldn't have been born..
I saw your eyes get lit up,

And u did become so proud..
First time after my being...
U made "her"feel like your "spouse"..
I cried for your lap,
And craved for ur bedtime stories...
May be..I didn't had an "entry pass" to move up to ur lap..
And u seem to have no stories to tell
It had been 2 yrs since you know me
Yet I never knew..u can smile as well...
Your hands made into cradle...
And Chotu enjoyed the swing..
He laughed...he smiled..,
It all made me sting..
We grew up...
And along with it..
Ur "love" for me did as well..
U always supported "him"..
And even gave "him" ur name...
Dad..never u knew...I wanted the same..
I never broke in front of u..
But always wanted u to see my tears...
I wanted u to be my superman...
And get rid of all my fears...
"I wanted u"...u know...
U had mastered the art of ignoring although...
I shut the doors and stepped into black...
You didn't bothered...
Never was under your consideration..
I cried and cried ..till tears found their own consolation..
"He" was allowed to move about...
And even if I went to neighbour's... You doubt...
"He" was allowed to wear his dreams...
And me...eh..was always subjected to your unreasonable screams..
What I do and what not I do..
My performance sheet was always judged by you...
And no matter how much I try to please...
You stumped me always in my own crease...
I studied hard and topped my school...
Just to receive a smile from you...
But it seemed ur smile for me..was worth a lakh...
And even if I had those...
You still would have been a hard nut to crack....
Every cloud had a silver lining , I knew..
But never thought my life would have one too....
Yes ..
The rosy red days of my life...
Put a shade of love tree...
On the miseries and stinging knife....
And let this bird out of the cage ...free....
What I always looked u for..
"He" gave me more than that...
I was his and "he" was mine...
I guess "he" belled ur cat....
And as I was letting lose all my pain...
U...intertwined again..
U never liked the man I chose...
And wanted me..to follow the stanzas of ur prose...
How much I wanted to tell u...
Dad pls spare me...
Lately did I realise...do u really care for me...??
Nevertheless.. I pleased you....
For once I wanted to see u smile..
But it appeared as if it was hard to recover....
Like a stone lost in the river Nile..
Today...
Dad I know...
Ur counting your hours...
And ur son has also bid adieu...
U need me ..u won't call..
But don't worry dad..I ll come to u...
U never treated me as yours...
But I always craved for ur smile...
In the same hope..I ll come to u and bow...
Dad...will u pls spare me ur smile now..??
Dad ...will u pls spare me ur smile now..??

WE: "the mere players".....

Never thought ever ,I'd be falling a prey,
To the  thoughts that I made peers aware
From lil whiskers to grey...
Don't know why this had to happen to me,
I was pretty happy to go solo
Never wanted the "me" to be " we"...
But who cares....
Who cares what you think,
Who cares what you feel,
Its "real" for us ,
For him sitting up there, its "reel"..
My solo performance was outdated I guess,
Duet was his call, and I was in a mess...
Hi ...hello...its no more solo...
U and me ...let's make up a "we"...
I heard ...said she..
Me astounded ...stomach full of butterflies...
Do I have a choice...
I cracked my nut and scratched my butt...
Neither of them came to my survival...
I looked in the mirror,
My gloomy face.. Was about to shout,
Just then,
Spirits came yelling their heart out,
U are a coward , u thinking of rejecting her...
Go forth , hold her hand,
And perform on the "duet band"..
Said the red one ...with horns on its bald ..
Strong refute came from the white spirit,
Trying to install a backup of all databases,
Bugged up..
Had studied in physics...
Red tops the chart when it comes to wavelength,
In this case as well,
Red was what I favoured ...or was bound to..
May be the "horn man" had better salesman skills....
Or probably in this world of "black marketing ", "white" has lost its sting....
So "he" who fixed up a duet for me,
Was sitting with pop corns and popping eyes ,
To see the climax as the scenes fly...
" he" and "she" forced me to "we"....
My threshold frequency was fulfilled...
And I started to move up to the job ,in which I wasn't skilled...
I lost "me" and celebrated "we"...
Buried "me" and enjoyed "we"...
It was over
I was under...
Totally lost.,..
No matter how much blazing
Forget about thunder...
I was about to thank "him" ,
For putting "me" with "her"..
Just then ...
She said....its all over...
I laughed at it....thinking it to be a Facebook poke..
She said... Bye m going .....it's not a  joke....
The " hornman" smirked at me and said.....
"Nice shot dude.....u played ur part well"....
Its true ..the world's a stage...we are mere players...
But these players have a heart as well....
These players have a life as well....
These players know the art of love as well....
U better don't take the loved one's away...
And if u have to...
Then y do u make a "solo man " sway....???
Then y do u make a "solo man" sway...????