May the time I spend

May the time I spend

is productive and cherishing

The  time keeps changing

And change is the only constant thing

By keeping aside the blocks

May I catch  the flow in its  constancy

Love is beautiful and universal

It deserves gift as precious as time

Love can never  be asked for, it oozes

May I need not ask time for it

May the time I spend

Is soul enriching

And the aroma of its flow

Could remove the smell of inactivity

May the movement  of time

Is filled with fragrance of love

May I spend my time in a way

That  the love and time become inseparable 

Guilt

There are some people

Who keeps you always

Yes always under guilt

A feeling of constant guilt

Whether they do something, anything for you

You’ll be under pressure, a pressure set up by them

It may or may not be their intension

But the result will be just one

That will be guilt

Your guilt makes them happy,

They just try to be innocent

But they have the art to project

A worm, inside your mind

So that, you could neither forget them

Nor forgive yourself

They are the artists of pain

With negative impressions

Half devil

With the ability to snatch your peace

They are enemy

With a mask of friendship

Keep distance, a little distance

They can sink the boat

After snatching your life jacket

-Ankita

Jan, 2010

Shell

I know if I love you
I have to accept you
You as you are
You as whole

But you showed me
what didn't exist
It was a mirage
A shadow after which I ran

But the shadow was carved
Using ornaments
Ornaments which were apart
They were not your part

You ask me whether I love you?
But I find no YOU
You tell me 'I love you '
But unable to speak the ' I' with confidence

I am trying to look for you
But there is nothing inside the shell you showed

Its not that it was just a wrapper
It's not that there was nothing ever
You have kept yourself somewhere
You are confused and even I as ever

You are trying to push me inside your shell
But if you succeed where will be you My Dear?
And if you stop existing
Nothing will matter
Then whatever I do, you won't be able to feel
Neither today, nor ever

I always wish to see and be with the real you
But do let me know
When you feel, YOU exist

-Ankita
September 9, 2016

The Old Man

Going from one side of the road

On my scooter with my mom

Saw an old man, with half bent back

A stick in hand and childlike innocence

On his face

He asked for lift

Waving the stick in the air

We had no time

{Not for the poor old weak man}

And ignored him

Without reducing the scooter’s speed

After 5 minutes, I and mom

Both were guilty

Why we didn’t stop

How insensitive could we?

After dropping mom

I returned through the same way

But from the other side of the road

10 minutes passed

But he (old man) was standing on the same side

In the same position

In the need of help

This time I stopped

Crossed the road, and asked

What he needs?

He was going to see a doctor

With a little money in hand

Unable to walk

For about 2 miles

Neither any bus nor any person

Stopped for him

He was too weak

To sit on my scooter

But this time I was determined to help

I stood beside him

After another 15 minutes

A van stopped

(This time, thankfully)

The driver was ready to let him sit

While I was expecting people to stop

And help him

The old man’s eyes were shining

He needed help

Waited for a long time

On the roadside

But I didn’t find any sign of expectation

In his eyes

Freedom

On the morning
Heard one sentence
A friend told me
He will keep me safe

Safe while riding a bike
Safe while on a hilltop
Trying to explain me
that I need not worry

Dear friend, While I understand
What you are trying to tell
But along with your words
It needs a little explanation from my side too

You need not to tell me again and again
That you can keep me safe
This is neither what I expect, nor what I want

I as a person,
Want to feel safe, want to feel strong
But on the name of safety
I do not want a hedge around me
I want an environment
Where I can breathe the air of freedom

It is the law of nature
That each particle is struggling for freedom
And when my safety depends on actions by someone else
Then it is creating an obstacle, in the path
Path that aims to freedom

If my thoughts, and actions for freedom
Depends on someone else
Then it is a kind of confinement
and not freedom

In the path
Where we , as a part of whole
want freedom,
growth in that path weakens
when someone else
assures me, my safety

While the path is illuminated
When there is mutual respect and trust
That is enough for me
That is what I want
to feel the true freedom

to feel safe.