real heroines and masculine spirits

i hear the chime

dreams lidded eyes

my heart docile

'i believe in you'

with don williams,

i hummed meanwhile

but now i

see through this mime;

with a green light on

i saw you were still typing

and it had been

a long long time;

i confer gtalk too inherits

your masculine spirits

so; my dear

as you weigh your choices

to standby love or without

like real heroines

I sign out.

lullaby

o, lovers of the world
sing me a lullaby
that; I may rise and shine,
forgo what was once mine
and; unlike our lot
not rebound,
to ruin yet another page in a rhyme!

Bhopal, tell me how do you feel at 25?

Oh Bhopal

Tell me, how do you feel at 25;

when the youth doesn't kick in

and the years don't add to age;

when the wisdom u gain

make u renew your vows;

and hope in vain

perhaps; this would be the year

when thousands,

won't be betrayed all over again;

Perhaps; this would be the year

with no March to Delhi;

no wilful release of toxics in body;

no hunger strikes;

and no rally.

Bhopal

Tell me, how do you feel at 25;

when you already fathered kids

who look as old and weak as you

embittered;

disillusioned

with their own land and law

challenging the human element of Dow

seemingly; no one to turn to;

and nowhere to go

yet, they,not the stillborns

and theirs,not the aborted woe

with umbilical cord

held tight in their hands

to not despair;

to not let go...

sheltered now in their hope and struggle

Oh, Bhopal

Tell me, how do you feel at 25?