Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Difference or are we different?

Both hands join
All heads bow down,

Some palm lines meet, in few
Fingers stand parallel to each,

Girls cover their heads
Boys wraps it with handkerchiefs,

Tears roll down in both places
Thread of same colour ties with many wishes.

Prayer of song starts with bells,
From the contrary sound of Aazan echoes,
All in all God dwells.

All in this vast difference lies,
Human of different religions idolize.

One is temple, another is mosque
But for a beggar both are its source.

Outside the temple he eats
To satisfy hunger,

Inside the mosque he sleeps
Without any rules to care.

Monday, 11 April 2016

Dreams

On the bed of sky
My dreams lie.
I wish every star
Falls on my lap,
As someone forgets
to stop the running tap,
I'll collect and
decorate all in my life
in every phase to
twinkle and shine.

-Pooja Porte

Saturday, 26 March 2016

Pathetic or Helplessness?

It seemed those sunken eyes
Pleaded me for alms.

Earlier, I refused but empty hands tightly clung my thighs.

By his dumb impotency
I offered some coins.

He again shook his head,
I was unable to get his signs.

Those dirty hands
Snatched my wallet and ran,

Before my footsteps reached to him
He gave up beside where the body lied,

At last, he wanted nothing
but to save his brother's life.

-Pooja Porte©

Friday, 19 February 2016

Unmeasurable and pure Love

Then-
"Sleep now. Its getting late bittu." My mother ordered me in soft voice.
"I am not feeling sleepy." I stammered innocently.
She kissed on my forehead.
Her lap was my most favourite pillow.
She used to awake late night for my sleep by her lullaby.

Now-
After ages we meet.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
I ask.
"I am not feeling sleepy".
She answers in slow voice.
I cuddle her and croon the same lullaby which she used to sing for me.
Today, I am still awakening till late to watch her sleeping.
I plant a kiss on her forehead.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

Ankahe Bol...

Dil keh raha hai
Ki aaj phir wo
Geet sun li jaye...

Jo reh gayi thi
Saaz adhuri,
Puri kar di jaye...

Chalo,
Alfazo ko lai mein
Piro kar
Nayi taan ched di jaye..

Unke labon par,
main lafz
Wo mere geet ban
Hum kisi mehfil mein cha jaye!!

-Pooja Porte©