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Some call it love I know not it's name But that which shall Make me stay with him That which shall help Him be better That I did feel for him But it ain't the love of man For that fades with anger This is what the poets are Yet to name for me When they shall declare I shall to him tell Love: that's not for you I found my love .! What I had for you The word they did just Discover!

Incomplete

Love is that which does In two hearts take birth Like twins the time alike They are born Which doesn't reflect in The eyes of both Is just an emotion of like Love is the smile that does With only both lips at once does smile That which does not Is a an incomplete emotion

Walk not into my paths!...if not to stay!

Walk not into my paths
If not to stay
Step not in sync with my footsteps
If not to be step in step
Walk by the paths parallel
I still am here for you
Do not walk into my paths
Till you do promise
To stay till the stars do
Decide to end the light that
They shed upon us all while
Walk by the paths parallel
That run to my way
Extend your hand to me
And I shall hold them
Hold them so tight in love
To not let go for all times
Do not a favour into me
By holding my hands
While the dark clouds pass
Touch my fingers only when
To the world you shall proclaim 'These hands are mine!'
Call me not to walk
In paths of yours, Nor
Shall I be company
In your roads to destination
When times of solitude
You do face, and lonely walk
You do have!!!
To be company till destiny
Does decide otherwise
Shall I be to you!
Till my love does fade
Shall I walk with you
Not till no love you shall
Find any more!
Parallel paths shall never meet
Say minds of science
So walk into my oaths
Or extend your hands in love
To walk into your roads
To accompany your journey
Till the world and stars
Shall say 'stop!'
I am here till all
Love does fade!
Do not let the love fade
Within my heart and mind
Till the roads diverge
And someone shall walk Into paths of mine!!!

Yes, I menstruate!

Could I put the title a little subtler? Say, 'That time of the month' which will still mean the same. Or maybe call it 'Chums!' , like the girls call it. I refuse to change it simply because I am not ashamed to talk about an absolutely normal physiological function of my body. Secondly, but more importantly this title caught your attention.
       For obvious reasons that talking about periods is a taboo, this article would probably be given a U/A certification.

Disclaimer: Every thing and every person stated in this story does hold resemblance to a lot of people living or dead. Everything is purely non-fictitious. Yes, that was 'the' week of her month, that her uterus is normally meant to shed out some blood in proof of her genotypical makeup of her as a woman, courtesy the XX chromosome.
       She makes sure her little sons don't accompany her to the store this time because one of the items on her list was a packet of pads. ( I refuse to use any subtle term for the same because the word pads don't embarrass me). She was as always unprepared to answer their queries about this or the better explanation is that she is supposed to keep it the secret of the confession box.
      As she walks into the store with a sense of guilt, which obviously she should be sporting because she is guilty of the crime of letting her womb bleed. She walks through the various lanes of products in the store. She walks past the row of sanitary napkins probably more than twice or thrice but will not stop to pick up what she needs because there's too many people and of course she's trying to acquire an explosive for criminal purposes so she needs to make sure nobody catches sight of the same.
       Okay, field clear! Now, she runs to the row without looking right or left and picks up what she wants. Meanwhile, she keeps a watch to ensure nobody sees her in that row. If by chance someone seems to come that way, she picks the first packet that comes to hand , without bothering to look for the specifications and quickly turns round to another section, like she never knew this section existed. All done, she takes a deep breath.
     The next task is to hide the packet of pads underneath the remaining things on her list for the fear of having any sort of eye witness to her buying them. Next drama occurs at the billing counter. One by one as she places the products on the billing counter, she looks into the screen to make sure the price, the discount and offers are all right. The billing person in an occasional nod confirms to the discounts mentioned. Now, the turn of the sanitary napkins. She picks it up with a feeling of awkwardness, quickly placing them on the billing table making sure she makes absolutely no eye contact with the person and he makes sure he doesn't too.
        All done, another store worker helps her with the packing. The procedure begins with placing the packet at the bottom most to avoid anyone else having a look at it. If this were a local provision store one, she would have received it gift wrapped in newspapers of two weeks put in a black polythene cover . In case the men have not noticed, black polythene cover is the national standard code for sanitary napkins. With a fear of meeting anyone she knows, she walks down the street. She heaves a sigh of relief only when she reached home in the end. Now this packet goes into the darkest chambers of the wardrobe and many times beneath all the clothes.
      Well, is this an exaggeration or a mere monthly event many of us women can relate to? So have we ever thought why we do stuff we don't necessarily need to? How guilty are we of menstruating and what makes us whisper about it?              
     Yes, I menstruate and the reminder from the womb every month is a reminder of the divine gift of child bearing every woman is called for. I am not embarrassed by the normal physiology of the female body.

Yes, I menstruate. 

Talking to the Skies

They all are looking at me
Each rain drop that I saw
They look into mine eyes
And did gauge something Something immeasurable I say
Yet they did talk it all
All of what I loved to talk about
Little spies did hear my whispers They did sing in my joys
My sorrows that I never did tell Where from they did hear I wish I did know!
For every time heavens sent them down
They did like sooth sayers
Let out all secrets of mine
Yet thankfully, they do so In a language known to me alone! Stories of love and heart break
Tales of people come and go
All that I did love they knew
Did they hear them talk like me?
I guess not, for it's my tongue they speak
If all did hear them talk of me
I know not how they would be!
Yet I love this conversation that
The heavens do have with me!
The skies do blush hearing my wishes of love
The clouds did laugh out loud
With stories of blunders of my being The breeze did like a lover so caring Kiss me upon my cheeks!
Who sends them I know not ...
That unseen love I do admire
In the secrecy of the rains alone Messages he does send!
Yes, I love this conversation with heavens!

Your Eyes!

We spoke like the birds chirped to each other
A hundred senseless things I rattled
For each time the fairies of sense
Did decide to take leave when they did see you
Strange to the world and so to you
That I never did look into your eyes
I knew not why..nor stopped to think
Till you did ask me why my  eyes did
Shy away from the stories your eyes did tell
Reason did always escape the snares of love
Or so I thought...
For the rules of the heart are unwritten
So not understood by any other than
The heart that the rule book's made for
Strange the reason that my brains told
Stranger the reason my heart did say
Reasons so illogical to the rational mind
Yet no part of my brain did reject
Those hypotheses that did fit well
Into your eyes I never did dare to look
For I never did want...
To look into eyes where I do not reside
For eyes that mirror another are  not mine
Or so I did tell
But why my eyes did fear the other image
That I would see in your eyes I know not
For no lover of mine you were that I shall fear
No promises made that I should ponder upon
The fear of losing you is what my heart did fear
For a look of silence if I did meet
If ever I did look into your eyes some time
Then probably I would lose you ..and lose you
From my heart...and stopped loving you
No I shall not want to lose you from my heart
In silence I fell in love...not reversible is it
The love stays...and I shall not let go
I do not look for the fear of losing you
From my very own heart

Blank Paper!!!

Words so many did speak for me
Written they were upon my heart and soul
Verse not read is verse not written
Verse not read is verse not felt
The blank paper did stare back into mine eyes
In hope of a drop of ink that does
Silently speak of all that my heart did feel
I closed my eyes to see not the paper
That did lay in front of mine eyes
For words not acknowledged I shall not write
So said the letters running around my head
I dropped the quill to speak my emotions
Did those words get washed away??
Or did they disappear into the emptiness
Or maybe they just did fear to come out
For fear of going unnoticed
The fear of not feeling my words
Yes that fear did leave those empty sheets empty
The blankness that left my words unspoken
The unwritten lines that left my feelings unread!
Words do grace well within my soul
For none that read do know the words
None that read do know me!