Veiled Exposé

Pretty powdered face,
Prevent emotional trace,
Eyes shimmer clear,
Hide the tear,
Big Smiles busting,
Ache left hiding
Charm grace appeal,
Conceal the feel
Everything so Perfect
Heart still bereft……………………
All she chose
A Veiled exposé,,,, ...

The faces had queries,
Trembling lips had worries,
Voices had a restraint,
The eyes had a complaint………….

The hearts want to show,
The ears dying to know,
The Minds try to interpret,
What was not being said?

Memories sweet or bitter,
Made the feelings stay and wither,
Love tottering between heaven and hell
As the distance between swell,

There were no signs of anger, irritation or ire,
May be in isolation a simple desire,
Moments comprised for life,
Between husband and wife
The love which got their hearts together,
And joined their bodies and soul forever,
A bond made over years,
With smiles and tears,

The shaky hands moved to sign and write,
To end the feeling in Black and white…………………………….

The never to be graduates

The hard work of a father was undone,
Every penny he saved for studies of his son,
The efforts of so many years,
Was now in left in tears,
The son had failed to get that cherished seat,
The boy was shocked at the result,
It was a like an never ending insult,
He wondered where he had left himself down,


He didn’t know that someone wrote his academic fate,
A fate of remaining only a prospective graduate,
His right of being educated was robbed by a rule,
This was made by a gem of a political fool,
The law of regulation of not belonging to a favored class,
Had made the boy ‘s education into fracas,
Millions like the boy will lose their right to learn,
And with a chance to excel and also earn,

There will be the new uneducated section,
Uneducated not by choice, but by legislation,
Which will the new face of our nation………………..
They will be the new section, who will grow at an alarming rate,
They will be the uneducated, unemployed, never to be graduates………………………...

Astrologer

My horoscope has stars in a great range,
My life is about to change,
I have a destiny in a wonderland,
He exclaimed that my life will be sweet like honey,
I will make tons and tons of money,
I will have a fantastic life,
With a few kids and a pretty wife,
The astrologer said it all,
I will rise and never fall,
I will live past seventy seven,
Before I proceed to heaven
I was in my year number 28,
The year he said was the year of my fate,
So all said and done,
I was the selected one……………………..
I had listened to his astrological view,
But how to accept I still had no clue……

For a moment he made me believe
That I had years to live,
He had pride in baring it all,
May be he knew everything or nothing at all
Somewhere the predictions had a humor
As I felt the pain of the tumor………….

He waits for that familiar ringtone,
Which he had for her on his phone,
He keeps the door open like any day,
Waiting that she will be on her way,
He moves his hands on the empty couch,
Like he used to do for her touch,

He waits outside her office more,
May be more than before,
He thinks of bumping into her,
Just like he met her years before,

In all these memories of desire,
He fails to remember……………………..
A few days back lit her funeral pyre