HIGH HEELS

I am a creamy white tile
I have been hit all while
I have got bruises on my head but now it hardly feels
I have been constantly hit by the cruel high heels

You can hear the knock knock knock
With many sounds, specially the “TAK TAK TAK”
Nobody is at the door, Its not as you feel
Its the sound that echoes, the sound of the heel.

The Low Heel TAPS and the Flat heel drags
The Chunky heel slaps and the High Heel rags
The Kitten Heel scratch and the Stiletto Cracks
The Plateau heel seems sober but the Block heel is mad

Spool heel and the Pencil heel they poke very hard
If one of you would bear it I would give you a reward
The wedge heel is still bearable the Cone heel horribly slaps
If you hear a KNOCK KNOCK somewhere don't dare take a nap.

I am a tile I can bear it I am spread all over
The Heels are dangerous never think them to be sober
They tap, they slap, they will knock your eardrums off
You can use cotton, if you want to make them little soft.(Sagarmani)

Habituating Myself

I am habituating myself to live in sorrow.
Today is over but what would happen tomorrow.
Question of my fate knocks my future door
I just keep numb, I have no voice to roar.

I am habituating myself to live in minimal
Unwillingly, it was never my principle
The joy of luxury can ruin my basic goal
Others will be far ahead and I'll be left alone

I am habituating myself not to cry.
I may have to cry for worst and tears may dry.
The tears may take away the only smile
Sadness and pain torturing all while

I am habituating myself to analyze my way
Before there is darkness and I am left to sway
From here to nowhere or where ever it be
Trying to find my own identity.(Sagarmani)

Erased Soul

Bitter and painful why does it hurt so hard?
I had been trying to smile since long but the heart is torn apart.
Better I would feel had the tears flown all day long
But it is stuck somewhere in the throat, cant scream can't run

Aloofness is all I feel in the crowd
I was not like this and people were proud.
The sleeplessness has sublimed there are no stars to count
I am gazing in the dark listening to the silent sound

Thoughts and imagination have all dried
My feelings turned dormant I fear if they die
I howl at myself cant console the freaky pain..
Sun ain't sunny anymore, I don't enjoy the rains.

Am I playing with my own destiny?.
Am I trying to hide myself away?..
Why everything is so stagnant even thoughts and Imagination..?
Am I erasing my soul away?(Sagarmani)

Painting Pain

The silence prevails all over..
The sun seems to have eclipsed
I was smiling a little while ago
But now I cant even believe.

My faith, my dreams, my desires
Has lost all its grip
My life was a beautiful page a while ago
To a blank page it has been flipped.

I had drawn my happiness.
I had a dream I'll have a beautiful spouse.
I had painted my joy all over
Grinning, would live in a lovely house.

The fear has overpowered now.
The heartbeat has lost its speed
My muscles seems cramped, vision hazy
My whole body seems to be weak.

The page I had painted is washed away.
By a sudden unexpected rain
I am again left with a blank page
What, I can paint is PAIN.(sagarmani)

Why loneliness does not leave me alone?

Why loneliness does not leave me alone?
To tears and to pain I am prone
I tend to laugh but I am forced to hide my smile.
Why is sadness prevailing all while.?

I've forgotten everything I can..
But why the memories still scan
My brain..? I sometimes feel I deserve to grin
But why are hearts so hard to win?

Why everyone seem to be so selfish?
Indifferent they not even fear God..
Why aren't people bothered to wipe a tear
Or compassionate enough to give a hug?

When everything runs away from me
And I've no where to run
There is only aloofness and loneliness
Alone as my companions.(Sagarmani)

Adventures of Jolly – “Adventuring Hunger”

Jolly ran for his life. A stone nearly hit his head. He had no option but to run. It was raining outside and deserted. It was quite warm in there and the food was tasty too. But to his ill-fate, somebody saw him barking to a small kid. Jolly was inside the bin. Jolly knew he was cursed by his friends as he had secretly planned this trip to Mr. Patil's wedding.

He was a little puppy when a rag picker's son had named him Jolly. Then, all children used to run after him, hold him, feed him. (In those blissful days, the children played with him, shower him with love and fed him much more than his tiny tummy could hold.) He used to get a share of meal from the rag picker family and an old rug to lie down. He never missed to bark at any sound that would come up near the house. But, as he grew young and strong, his appetite increased and he ate as much as the rag picker . Rag picker's son was very fond of Jolly. The reason given by the mother was that she gets disturbed while sleeping by Jolly's barks. One day the father, forcibly pushed Jolly inside a jute sack and threw him to the carrier of a moving truck. Since then, Jolly's had faced many ups and downs in life.

Mr. Patil's wedding was not a surprise to Jolly. He had been observing the crowd at Mr. Patil's house for many days. Jolly visited the waste bin near Mr. Patil's house once a day. His friends avoided venturing into that bin because Mr. Patil was very particular about the waste management. He hardly threw any food in the bin. Jolly was in love with the bin because once a week he got to eat chicken. Mr. Patil's family was a vegetarian family. Every Wednesday Mr. Patil secretly ordered a whole tandoori to gobble up hurriedly and throw half of it to the bin, so that nobody comes to know about it. Jolly had not revealed this secret to anyone. Since, ten days Jolly has been eating a lot. His friends were pretty upset with him because he avoided going out to the dustbin hunt in the middle of the night.

Jolly was pretty upset that day as he couldn't enjoy the delicacy. Even though his tummy was almost full his mouth was still watery. He didn't dare to go back as he feared the stones. One hit and he'll fall ill for many days. Jolly decided to wait in the front gate until the wedding got over. The guest started moving out, one by one. It was a huge crowd. Mr. and Mrs. Patil also drove off along with their family. The house seemed to be empty. Only people to be heard were caterers and the pandal contractors. Jolly decided to move in but to his shock he couldn't find any food. The waste bin was loaded on a truck. Jolly couldn't do anything but see as the truck moved out of the gate.

Jolly ran with all his energy to see if he could find his friends so that they can chase the truck and figure out where the food would get dumped. Jolly ran faster than the truck and checked all the waste bins in the area but could not find anyone. He tried the last bin which was the common bedroom for all of them. There, he found all, sleeping, hungry. The bin was emptied by the Municipal guys in the morning. Jolly narrated the story to his friends. They were furious. Jolly apologized, he was genuinely felt guilty to see all his friends hungry. He lied down finding a space for himself in the corner.

BANG! There was a sudden sound. While all the others ran in fear, Jolly raised his head in alert to examine the situation. Every dog has his day and that was surely Jolly's. He saw a man pouring plenty of his desired garbage into the bin . Jolly ran and sat on the top of the bin smiling at his buffet. “Hey!”, he called his friends with pride, “The dinner is served.” While all the dogs began to eat, Jolly paused. Never had he seen the garbage being re-dumped into the bin. In astonishment he turned to looked at the man. The man hopped onto the drivers seat of a garbage truck and waved at Jolly.

The young boy who once gave him his name, gave him his dinner as well as pride today. The rag picker's son drove away.(Sagarmani)

26/11/08(Mumbai Terror Attack- Saluting Brave hearts)

The Brave Hearts with an open chest
Fighting for us and trying their best
They knew, people are waiting, their children and wives
But didn't care to die, just to save our lives

They might have not had their dinner
Cooked by their wives with all love
Children might have been waiting for daddy
Glancing at vehicles that drove

Mothers might have been praying to GOD
My Son returns home safe
The news of their death might have shocked her so much
Turning her numb without tears.

The friends might have planned to go out for weekend
Stress free away from work
They might have been shattered ,couldn't believe in
The fact that gave them a shock

As a father, he might have been dreaming
To marry his daughter away
To buy her sarees, jeweleries and a car
But he had to go far away

Fighting for life like dynamite
challenging the terror at ease
I Salute you O' Hero Oh! Brave heart..
May your soul rest in Peace. (Sagarmani)