A CUP OF MIRTH

Rising in thy Love There the morning star, is yawning the night away, There the chirping bird is yet to announce the day, Look how grounded petrichor, salutes the rainbow up, There in the distant meadow, the sky is pouring down it's cup There can you hear the train blowing into the foggy tunnel__ chasing the divine light, till it's twilight again. There the bud sleeps, aiming to bloom tomorrow "Hush hush speak you not", you'll wake up the sparrow There the dripping dew is struggling to cling to grass There the boatman moors, knows he not a rush There the world ponders the snowy rays of hope Warmth and care et all, ties she all in a rope There the autumn-leaf falls, to grow anew, Love is what they say, blessed to only a few Soaked in colours of life, wrapped in grandeur of love Let hate be love-reversed, let love be all above 'Cause Love is being alive, Love is in thy name, so why to 'fall in love', when we can Rise in the same! -Bidisha  

Would you? Would you love me the same, when I'm hopeless in love Would you love me the same, when the storm make me starve? Would you love me the same, when I'm ugly in tears Would you love me the same, when I'm pale fears Would you love me the same, when I'm withering away Slowly and slowly my love, harder and harder to stay Would you love me the same, when I'm angry and mad 'Cause that's when I need you to ,embrace it out too hard Would you love me the same, when I need you the most Just a caring word or  a shoulder to hold___ Would you love me the same, when we are just a habit And grow those spark back up, just to keep us tight Would you love me the same, in the darkest of my day When I would reach out for someone, who would mean to stay? If you still love me the same, when love is hard to be sworn 'cause I 'm yours' my love, the every time we are born. -bidisha

Bear to release  Dusting off all rage all pain Dusting off the tears in vain Dusting off all scar insults I stood numb with thousand verse I stood numb till it numbed no more The chocked out breathe, the bleeding swore  I stood quiet from tip to toe The scars inborn the roaring core Bore I bore I bore,  I tooo long Scared I smiled and made me strong The flaming gaze the age old rage Trapped in closet chained in cage One vent triggered it out in blast Thundered out in currying dust The dust we born and in dust we die But Dusts can scramble and Dusts would fly -bidisha

  Grey Thoughts                                  Does it not seem sometimes ,                        What if I took the other chyme?                      What if I took the other way?                   Would it lead to similar bay?               Would it not been wise or kind             Or would it be out of mind?           What if I still belonged there        What if I never settled here?        Was it wrong or is it right?      Was it all a worthy fight?      Why are decisions never fair?      Right or wrong a faded layer___       Why it's always grueling grey?       Why it's not white, as it may?            Why would I have doubts through?              Can't it be a clear true?                 Why the grass seemed  greener more                  After I left-past the roaring shore?                       Why I feel not what I may?                       Will I have to leave or stay.                            - Tuli

  sUrge Day by day hour by hour The eternal time is slipping off Sometimes too fast sometimes too slow I keep on clinging like stubborn dew-drops  One day more; just an hour  Try to hold your tears back Be dumb and mute Sob in solitude Lest your mail say "signing off"  One day more , one little push Some sugar coats would cover the urge Lets doom in pledge lets all be sage Lets have no time to think of surge.  The-drowning-man, the-honking-van, the-nature's-love could halt for you O foolish me and so it be but Life's bell won't pause in queue I beg to thee, O' Almighty let this not be a crying shy O guide me Lord, to flip somehow with bleeding vows ; a tender fly -biDisha

  Enough of being the foolish you  Enough of walking in other's shoe Enough of being the timid self The one you bid, a long adieu  Cry you. Long you ; but never be back To those crooked memory lanes__ Where hopes are shattered  Where nothing now mattered Let happiness dwell in blissful den.  Mercy your grace. And mercy yourself, Have mercy on the path chosen for you Nor other's shoes nor your younger foot Would fit those heels you bought anew  So , Enough of being the foolish you  Enough of walking in other's shoe Enough of being the timid self The one you bid, a long adieu  -Bidisha