My unborn girl child

I know in my heart 

the deep desire to have you

in my thoughts

in my womb

in my arms someday 

would have flamed an argument with the God.

You are my unborn girl child.

I know your pristine pious soul 

have pleaded so hard 

to be in my life 

to be my girl 

to be in my world 

would have whirled his world of justice.

You are my unborn girl child.

I know his callous robust reply 

unveiling sheer strident truth of the world 

is depraved

is ostentatious

is a dreadful place 

would have shattered your soul's hope.

You are my unborn girl child.

I know your absence 

from my life 

missing on feminism 

missing on gossips 

missing on emotions 

will enshroud me in"incomplete mom" plight.

You are my unborn girl child.

I know in my brain 

the deep fear of bringing you 

in the world of wolves (rapists)

in the world of man (gender discrimination)

in the world of blame (to have a girl child)

 has debilitated my desire to conceive you.

You are my unborn girl child.

What I don't know 

is the way, to admit to you

being missed 

being sought

being craved everyday

will keep my eyes soaked in tears.

You are my unborn girl child.

                  Aarushi Agrawal "honey"

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"

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"

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"

Home

HOME

Home is where
The inner peace takes over mind.
Cement of love will
keep family members bind.

Home is where
The heart craves to return.
Fire of gripes and grudges
is often seem to burn.

Home is where
Empathy is must to survive.
Floors of pains and sorrows
not burnished but are skived.

Home is where
The discipline see, no neglect.
Facade of terms and house rules,
so robust to keep the members intact.

Home is where
We argue and we fight.
Windows of adjustments
will open to a delightful sight.

Home is where
Expectations are kept very low.
Garden of "forget and forgive everyone" 
will often blossom and grow.

Home is where
Respect is given to each one's say.
Doors of discussion and communication
will keep the infliction at bay.

Home is where
Members have faith and support.
Walls of trust and fidelity strong stand
to hold the roof of rapport.

Home is where

The family happiness comes first.
Hinges of laughters and chatters
can never go squeak in rust.

Home is where 
We always believe in the unity.
Blinds of blunders and mistakes are rolled down,

we brace to fend for familial dignity.

-Aarushi  Agrawal "honey"