Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Mommy I m so sorry


Mommy I m so sorry, I just wanna say.
Will not be for sure, coming back home today.

It's not my fault I swear,  I didn't do anything.
But my story is so horrendous, may definitely make you cringe.

It's a movie scene but watching is not really a fun.
People all around us, holding no knockoff guns.

Soon cheers  turned to tears, screaming shivering rooms.
They are not heroes from movie but some guttural ghastly goons.

I m very scared, and hiding under my bench.
One reticent figure, come close I feel clench.

He pulled me so hard, it made me just cry.
He fired at me and his smile was so wry.

I got blood everywhere, it hurts a lot mom.
I see people blasting around, are they humans or called bombs?

I can't make it alive from here, that is for sure.
What is my mistake? why my innocence has to endure?

Please don't cry and mourn, for your beloved son
Help fire of humanity, in hearts one should burn.

Mommy I m so sorry, I just wanna say.
Will not be for sure, coming back home today.

-Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

In this world ...........my heart

In this world..........My heart


In the thick forest of demeaning desires
my heart seeks ray of hope.
Penetrating deep the woods of whacky wishes
may not wisdom and contentment elope.

On the rusty road of rage and aggression
my heart looks for a place to rest.
Crashing the roadblocks of ego and impatience
may the car of clemency reach the crest.

On the hills of hatred and enviousness
my heart watch waterfall of winsome smiles.
Avalanche of revenge devastate the mind
may trees of forgiveness fight the bracing bile. 

In the desert of despair and melancholy
my heart hallucinates water of excitement .
Celebrations of finding oasis of blitheness
may insipid human life cause some incitement .

In the sea of slackers and lackadaisicalness
my heart craves work-shore to crash the tide.
Crest of hardwork and trough of pragmatism
may ship of perseverance make a big stride.

In the lake of lust and lewdness 
my heart searches for boat of morality .
Anchored and embarked in some expectations 
may it carry copious ethnicity.

In the fire of feigning and fawning 
my heart garners the ashes of innocence.
Flaming and burning the world of reality
may the truth be rescued instead of pretence.

Aarushi Agrawal "honey"