Declaration

I am, what I am

Don't want to be judged

You hear me right

You hear me loud

I am a complacent

not carved to tout

of my achievements in the past

and my life at present

I am, what I am

who resting on her laurels

Do you have a problem??

With my life and my style 

Do you have questions??

Why I never get riled

of staying at home

I would say

I am blessed

One soul out of rest

who living her life

a happy mother and a wife

I am what I am

who don't work for living

for the status or fame

I work for my family

And my passions 

flaming inside

and keeping me alive

in this world of dry and deads

where every other soul

playing very hard

corporate race games

but me one lucky soul

No office to go

No early morning hurry

to get ready in time

No deadlines meet worry

No boss who will whine

I work when I want

I won't when I don't(want to)

No matter what happens

I am not really forced to

work for overtime

raises and appraisals

but I work out of 

sheer love for my family

who pays me in love

and needs me very badly

as I am one and only

whose replacement 

can't be found 

My profile is unique,

accustomed and astound

No one can hire me

if you dare to fire me

instead I bag 

"Best mommy in the world"

Award everyday 

My menial looking services 

worth beyond your afford

My house is my firm

where no one to decide

but me on my terms

My working hours

My salary 

24*7 in love

My worth My work

Can you really snub??

I am what I am

Don't want to be judged.

               

                          Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

My hello to Mr Phoney

This imaginary poem is about the everyday hypocrisy we see around us and sometimes in us. Introducing an imaginary person named Mr Phoney and certain phony moments from his life.

His cacophonic clamor 

praising myriad of gods 

his list of God 

is humungous

 maa Durga lives in heart 

He reckons to be "religious"

My hello to Mr Phoney 

who killed his daughter 

in womb 

yearning for a boy 

will save him from doom

Demon disguised devout 

say yes to female foeticide 

(He deeply revere the female Indian goddess maa Durga but he loathes a female child and doesn't want one)

2 cleaners visit daily 

to give his house 

a virgin girl look, 

looking for a mate 

who is ready to date 

He reckons to be "immaculate"

My hello to Mr Phoney 

who painting the roadside 

of red tobacco spits

 watering the walls

 overtly pissing outside 

Critter disguised citizen

Litter is his bride

Sunday mornings hurry 

so much to do 

religious discourse waiting 

late for his dating 

with a girl named "values"

He reckons to be "scrupulous "

My hello to Mr Phoney 

who lying on the phone 

pseudo promises 

pseudo praises 

who cheating on his wife 

Adulterer disguised husband

 eating ethics from his life

Day was yesterday 

saw him holding

a banner saying loud

"whipping your wife,

 a greatest sin in life"

He reckons to be "innocent"

My hello to Mr Phoney 

your better-half 

looks no better 

a banner hardly battered 

a walking ghost in night 

she is a horrendous sight

Despicable disguised spouse 

eager to hit and fight

Chastising and rebuking 

his one and only bloodline 

spanking and flogging 

for the pencils 

his blood stole

He reckons to be "fair"

My hello to Mr Phoney 

an owner of 

harrowing childhood 

stealing his taxes as adult

and finding faults in others

Monster disguised father 

anywhere overtly insults .

                         Aarushi Agrawal"honey"

Meet my munchkin

My world with him, can be framed 

as if zoo goes whacky and wild.

All animals can be found in one,

permit me to acquaint my conspicuous child.

Sound sleep interruption, is my pet peeve

as my meerkat rises, early in the morning.

Eyes open wide and upright position,

giving you some kind of robust warning.

It's time to get up, my dear mom

or you know better, I'll bean my body.

Falling very hard, on your face 

and waking you up all dizzy and groggy. 

Growling and grunting, groaning and roaring

my bear on two legs, commence his day.

Relentlessly hunting, for his hidden treasure,

a vagabond and his awkward gait.

Scouting, searching and rapid scooting

staring and scampering to his target.

My tiger strolls myriad of toys, 

snarling and growling on the grass carpet.

Superfluous clambering, up and down.

For him couch is not the limit.

My monkey masters, any art anticipated,

neither he gives up nor he remits.

My sniper fox, walking stealthily in the kitchen,

loves to sneak around.

Flying onion peels and scattering platter,

he is busy in pound and hound.

Can be spot sometimes, under the table,

his treasure is all lurid scattered litter.

Like a slimy surreptitious, serpent does,

he slithers and he skitters.

Locking his desire, in brain and his eyes,

no matter if love birds( him and his desire), sitting miles apart.

Chirping twittering and flying so high,

persistence will bless him, what occupies his heart.

Aarushi Agrawal "honey"