Awaited Messenger

through the valleys, o'er the scrow
hofully taking the messages,ye pigeon or a crow?
Whence, comest thou? dost anyone know?
from a desert or snow ?

ye naughty bird i waitin for ye overmany
lookin onuppan the scrow , may we find any
we besought you for early arrival
thy art my fere,i beseech ye for this approval

here ye arrive, o bird! naught for me , i cried
really thou've nary for me , i fell deprived
ye've no whit made the fault, whom for i sing song
may no whit want to hold my hand any long

-  Ashwarya Pratap Singh

birds

that passing of smiles

that waving hellos

those shying eyes

running out of words

but that desire to talk

loosing the temper when you brush me off

but that deliberate attempts to touch

crying for little things

debating on large issues

waiting for your texts

eager to hear from you

waking up early

so that day starts with your talks

never sleep at nights untill

saying those sweet things to you

staring at your eyes

turning back to look at you

trying to tease you

and burning with jealousy 

that jealousy become anger ,

anger become guilt

guilt become love

that become you

being sorry for the times 

i brought tears to you

short is the life but,

greater are the desires to 

spend it with you

Four chambers.

Comfortable enough i was
around you to open up

still remembered all the moments
i nodded off in your arms

remembered the times i ,
yakked on and on and on
and the times you put up with them

always the things fall through that you want
and again i let you down

i will keep at the things you desired

nothing i gave you
but a promise,
you are my part
and will always be
in those four chambers
so called heart

i ran out of words
how much i love you dad.

संघर्ष

होकर सवार  इस जीवन रुपी नौका  में ,
कर रहा था इंतज़ार  दुसरे छोर  का ,
भटक कर मार्ग अपनी मंजिल से ,

कोस रहा था उन लहरों को ,
बनी थी काँटा जो मेरे पथ का

रखकर पतवार एक सहारे,
लगा में देखने उस चींटी को,
कर रही थी संघर्ष जो कठोर ,

उठाकर नाज के एक दाने को ,

करके नमन उसके आत्मविश्वास को
फिर थाम  लिया मैंने पतवार
करता रहा संघर्श  में भी , अपनी मंजिल पाने को

Copyright © Ashwarya pratap singh, 2012

Fake Shine.

Whole the year i waited for christmas,
wished if months got skipped,
but they didn't

December came , i prayed,
may soon start the celebration,
but it didn't

on the eve i slept in the hope that, Santa would come,
but he didn't .

same the day , my dad came,
with some gifts,chocs, and cake

then i realized ,my Santa
was  with me all the time
why i waited for the fake shine.

-- Ashwarya pratap Singh

Black-Dot Scenario.

Screaming with pain,
begging to spare,
calling for help,
but none for her

They relentlessly ruined her life,
she got numbed for a while

she was nearing the end
still god has holded her hand

when her voice,
reached the crowd
we protested out loud
hang the nefarious!
hang the nefarious!

but ignored were our demands,
stubborn we are

we moved forward,
but silent was the house

brutally they beaten us,
witnesses our wounds

 problem isn't solved yet
Black dot scenario ,we call that.

(based on the Damini rape case)

Ashwarya Pratap Singh

Lady of a soldier

 I am lady of a soldier,
 pale , lone , afficted,
dying every moment  for a glance

 Boxed were the things , my feelings
 Imbecile i was , who chose him
 Imbecile i was , who thought like this

 Always answered those interlopers
 Whom i called Friends forever
 Each answer take me close to my soldier

 My mind provoke my heart , Leave him leave him!
 His every Attempt strengthened my, feeling feeling

 Daily i sat on the pew
 praying god for his wellness
 But he listens to me a few

 His conscientiousness make me feel proud
 But for what i worried about,
 See , she is 'lady of a soldier'
 Says the world around

Copyright ©Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012

Childhood

Entered the world of guile,
my childhood, better was the time

none to scold us for the rove,
rowdy kids we were of our roads

out the reach of envy,
simply happy were our minds

became the marionette of others hand,
pale , dejected , still , we stand

we all friends were alike,
even same were the cycles we ride

whom i show doleful face of mine,
none to hug even for a while

entered the world of guile
my childhood, better was the time.

Copyright © Ashwarya Pratap Singh , 2012

आखिरी ख़त

माँ पढ़ लेना ये आखरी ख़त मेरा,
जा रहा हूँ छोड़कर यहीं साथ तेरा 

कर देना दफ़न इस दर्द को यहीं ,
मिलूँगा ज़रूर आगे इस राह में कहीं 

माँ अब मुस्कुरा भी दे ज़रा ,
कर दिया पिता जी का मैंने सपना जो पूरा 

करना तो चाहता था अभी बहुत सी बात ,
पर न दे सकेगा यह शरीर अब मेरा साथ

न होना मायूस तू इस ख़त को पढके ,
जा रहा हूँ अब तेरी इस दुनिया को छोड़के

Copyright © Ashwarya pratap singh, 2012