Rebel

To be a rebel is not as easy as it seems

coz' a rebel is not someone who just shouts and screams.

To be a rebel it takes a lot more than that,

where silence shall speak volumes and it's this silence that'll attack.

To go against a majority is a formidable task.

All a rebel does is raise silent questions that others dread to ask.

For a rebel its all about fact and tact'

coz' like a rebel you may not find any other diplomat

A rebel is who I am, a rebel is who I'll be

That's coz' I am born to be wild, I am born to be free.

To Roshni

The tigress from the North-East

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I felt difficult to pull my eyes away,

away from this little angel I saw today.

Tiny little face with bright innocent eyes,

pouty lips, and heavenly smile.

Tiny fingers on the ever searching hands,

searching for all things bright and new.

Sparkling eyes with twinkling mischief,

can melt stoned hearts to everyone's disbelief.

Tiny little feet trying to stand,

an angel, I thought it can't be true.

I searched for the wings and halo too,

but deep down I knew it was just a child,

just a mere mortal like you and I.

May be an angel resides in all of us;

but as we grow we let it die.

Our love can be our halo and goodwill our wings,

our value gives us sparkle and our faith helps us fly.

We can all be angels, provided we try,

try to bring the goodness back and try again to be a child;

but, alas, the world gives us knowledge, knowledge to earn

knowledge to work, knowledge to think about worldly progress.

Work becomes priority and smile a rare luxury

and hands conditioned to search for penny.

Life becomes less about fun and love,

Life is now more about fame and money.

I yearn to be an angel again,

go away from this world of doom.

I want to go back to the most beautiful place.

I want to sleep again in my Mother's womb.