BORN WITH A BEST FRIEND CALLED DIDI !

When I came in this world,
all I could see around me was a strange world
with SO big big people all around.
Estranged, I cried, in my inaudible voice,
and then slowly I slept with my eyes shut tight.
In my dreams I complained to God,
asked what kind of a place it was,
he had left me alone between such huge huge living beings,
I asked, where is my friend, who he promised,
for me on earth there was.

Suddenly I was woken with a tight bang on my right cheek
I opened my eyes and there sat a little being,
just a few inches bigger than me,
small small hands,
tender tender cheeks,
yes, this is something of my kind!
But hey! what kind of style is that to greet?

Happy to find my friend from heaven,
My eyes stuck on its face,
It kept me hitting left and right,
But I was happy with that case.
Alas, some huge creatures came towards me shouting
and pulled my friend away
that was something which made me sad,
again unprotected, I thought I lay.

Hey, That was the reason I cried my sister,
and that is why i cried so late,
It was because my guardian angel was taken away from me,
and not because you hit me with your tiny hands that day!

That has been the day
and till the day,
when ever in trouble,
you are the one I always look up to.
Problems which I faced alone
without you
when I count them, they are just one or two..
Oh..so few so few
You never let me alone,
you never set me alone
even to be when I wanted to!

be it dad's scoldings,
I had you hold my hand
(because before his genuine scoldings,
it was the only way to help!)

be it mom's beatings,
I had you screaming and running around
(i still have those words so clearly jingling in my ears,
"matt maaro meri Shinni ko!")

be it a bullying senior,
I had a refuge of your attitude
(When the bully boss of your play group had dared to bully me,
you pulled me in, and hid me behind the door, peeped out and,
"Mansi!" on top of your voice, and hastily closed the door!
hahah! at that time, that was the most,
the little you could do!)

be it a fighting friend,
I had your shelter shield
(when I had nothing to defend myself,
I used to threaten them by saying,
"my didi will come to meet me in the tiffin time,
then what she will do with you, you will see!"

be it a group of torturing classmates,
Your eyes were enough to protect
(not too big to take big actions,
just a year elder you were, and too shy to speak,
Your quiet gentle look at my eyes in tears,
wiping them with little little hands,
and then your silent steady stare at them,
that used to be enough to bend down there head,
as you proudly held my hand,
and used to walk away.

be it an insect which I hunted, and tried to chew,with a mouth without teeth,
I had the little sensible you, to sense that something was terribly wrong,
and getting no help from no where, you opened my mouth wide,
and pulled the struggling creature out,
it was indeed a big thing, for a child,
who was scared of every moving little living being.

be it me boiling in fever,
I had you every moment by my side,
you missed your school too,
you also didn't go out to play in evenings,
a girl who never use to drink water,
until I use to bring it in a glass for her,
made barley, lemon water, glucon D,
every second hour,
and made me drink all of it.

be it a group of people spreading rumors about me in my teenage,
I had your faith in me,
(no one could dare to say anything against me in front of you,
"Nothing against my sister ya? I know my Shinni better than you!)

Luckiest on earth I feel when I look at my entire family,
but even luckier I feel when I look at you!
My ready made friend, made in heaven, specially for me,
You have been the only one in my life,
who knows me inside out,
you have been the most important person to me,
my guardian angel,my best friend
Promise me that you will be with me till the end!

STILL A ROSE

Once upon a time..there was rose..
the only one of its type in the whole garden..
loved by the gardener..
loved by its branch..
deep in color..fresh in essence..
though lonely...yet happy..

One morning when it woke it it felt a tender touch..
it saw beneath its petals, a little extension to the branch..
Rose was filled with joy..
oh! someone new to the family!
It felt the lovely togetherness..
It slowly fell in love..

gradually as it grew..
Alas!it became a thorn..
right beneath its petals..
it started to hurt..
yet rose was in love..with its touch ..with its pain..
it shadowed the thorn from the sun..
it sheltered the thorn in the rain..
the love of rose was so high..
that it dig down the thorn in shame..

One night when rose was asleep..
lost in beautiful dreams..
an attractive looking butterfly..
came fluttering and found the thorn..
it went beneath the petals..
touched and kissed the thorn..
at the beauty of the butterfly..
Alas! thorn's loyalty was gone..

A tender breeze blew..
and brought the thorn to senses..
thorn was reminded of those sheltering petals..
it felt the pang of guilt..
it pushed the butterfly away..
and being a thorn it pricked..
pricked to hurt its beautiful wings..
The butterfly cried a lot..cried a lot to stay..
But the thorn requested to fly before morning..
it pleaded to the butterfly, to fly away..

The butterfly was determined..
determined to hurt the rose..
though it flew from the thorn..
but went and sat in the lap of the rose..
When rose woke up in the morning..
it was filled with joy..
to see a pretty creature in its lap..
but the butterfly didn't show any love..
it showed the tears instead..
it cried and and showed the wounds..
which the thorn last night gave..
It told about the moment of love they shared..
It asked to give the thorn away..

The rose was shocked..
The rose was hurt..
the rose was all in pain..
but at that moment all it could see was..
the wound on butterfly's wings..
and it took it under its care.
it gave them the tender touch..
it gave its essence..
it did all that it could do to heal..
but once they were healed..
the butterfly changed...
its beautiful colorful wings turned into ugly black one..
with just some marks of the wounds.

Yes..it turned into a nasty devil..
which came directly from hell..
no feelings no love..
it just came to snatch back the thorn..
which had dropped by from its den..
As it got up to go, it hit the rose hard..
hit it with the same wings..which once the rose tried to heal..
The dark devil cursed the thorn and flew back to its hell..

The rose almost touched the ground..
but couldn't fall down..
it was heavy..heavy with pain..
but yet it stood high once again..
the thorn lay right there beneath its petals..
hurting it as before..
it never realized how rose was hurt..
which hurt the rose even more..

But whatever it be and how ever it be..
the devil was not a butterfly..
evil it was and would always be
the thorn couldn't change,
how much ever rose would love
because this is how it was supposed to be..
And the rose..was a rose..
after all the trial of its disgrace..
still a rose..as graceful as it would always be

But the sensitive rose was hurt till its depth..
though it smiled all day, but every night it wept..
till today, in the morning all the tears lay on its top..
to which we all exclaim and say..
Oh! such lovely dew drops!