Pencil And Eraser

Pencil and eraser make a good pair
But pencil kept thinking it wasn’t fair
One day she asked the eraser
If he was in despair

He said no, but why do you ask?
I am happy as always doing my task

She said - my journey is exciting I guess
Sometimes I try to impress
Sometimes I try to express

If I make any mistake
You erase it and make it go
You clear my follies
So others won’t know

But every time you do it
You lose a part of you my friend
Every time you cover me
It takes you towards your end

Doesn’t this bother you?
And don’t you think its unfair?
You have to lose your existence
To be my pair

He smiled and replied with content
I was made for this you see
Without this I wouldn’t be me

Losing myself for you
Is the purpose of my being
Living longer without being needed
Is even worse than losing

I’d rather cherish my short time
And those few moments with you
Than to live long and alone
As something unwanted by you

View From The Top

I like to feel the cool breeze
And sound of a faraway waterfall
On the top of a hill I stand
Under a makeshift shade that was small

There were moments of rain and moments of light
Misty it was and suddenly would get bright

What I like about rain is that it makes you pause
Nature’s own way of putting its own clause

From the top of the hill the view was charming
Green carpet all the way down was heart warming

In this moment of pause I heard the sweet song of birds
They made it so melodious without any words

I saw the road that got me here
Twisting through the greens it was so very clear

But the beauty along the road I traveled
I didn’t before see
I was busy driving to some place
Where I could find the real me

But thank God for this lovely little hill top
Glad that I chose to make there a stop

Though there would always be new things to find
It made me appreciate what I left behind

Tomorrow I move on in the quest of a new place
But today this view from the top is what I embrace

--smita

I Miss Home

Everything is nice here, all beautiful and bright
Things around shine in the shimmering light
Despite the beauty around I so miss home…

I have many friends and pals to play
Talking with each other on the ground we lay
They are a pleasant company but I so miss home…

Back there at home mom would wake me up for school
And make my favorite food that made me drool
Mom’s a loving memory now and I so miss home…

Dad would scold to watch TV too much
But he would also take me on a bike ride as such
I would cry and laugh there, I so miss home…

Friends would come over and we had little fights
We would soon make up and hug each other tight
House would fill up with laughter, I so miss home…

I had lovely dolls, dresses and a lot of toys
Would happily go to school with other girls and boys
Not that there is anything to complaint here but I so miss home…

Life back there was a beautiful melodious song
Until the moment when he came along
The reason that took me away, oh I so miss home…

Exhilarating pain I never imagined I would see
Ugly all it seemed when he violated me
Looking far up from heaven, I so miss home…

Not a pleasant topic to write,

But with the current state of affairs

where there is a child abuse news every day

This is how it must be in heaven...

Salt

I woke up in the morning a little too excited
For we were to host a party
Where all our friends and family were invited

Celebration was just an excuse
It was the reason to get everyone together
Coz its said that success when shared with your loved ones
Tastes and smells even sweeter

I was on my toes making all the arrangements
From decor to the drinks and food
I wanted everything to be so good

Not to forget my own appearance
I had to look good too and get ready in time
Before the guests started pouring in
At the chime of nine

At last it was time and guests started coming in
There were giggles and laughter around
With plenty of gossip abound

With all the noise and sound of music
I could hear the quietness in me
As I watched everyone
A distinct character I could see

There she was, a lady so stunning
Like a martini in a lovely glass
Where everyone’s admiration kept running

Then it was him, an excellent conversation maker
Adding up the right spice
Acting as an ice breaker

My bro was a funny bone as always
Like those sweet little chocolate tarts
Everyone loved him to be around
And wanted him to be their part

As the party progressed, the more characters I saw
An old wine, a spicy tadka dal,
An aroma spreading bayleaf
And wonderful desserts for all

I wished I could be like them
Who people wanted to be with
Started thinking of my character
And which delectable I resonate with

I suddenly realized
I hadn’t got my special phirni out
Took the bowl in haste, but thought of doing a little taste

Something was definitely missing
It was as basic as the salt
Adding it made it perfect
As if there was never any fault

Everyone just loved it
They complimented on its sweetness
And the flavour of rose
Even the look of the dishes
As so lovingly were decorated those

I chuckled inside for I had got my answer
To the question that few minutes ago had made me halt
That what I really resonate with
Is nothing but salt

Whose absence may cause displeasure
But presence is never acknowledged
It just has to be there to hold things in place
While it itself is taken for granted

But its worth cannot be underestimated
For without it life would be so tasteless
So a little bit of gratitude won’t hurt
And won’t make it feel so worthless

Whether or not you agree
You all need it despite of all and any of its fault
I am both proud and sad to say
I am nothing but just a basic salt

Time Machine

It appears to be a gloomy day
And not so joyous and fun today

Deep inside somewhere its hurt
Pains as if whipped with a quirt

I wish those words had never been spoken
Leaving the loved ones so heartbroken

Feels like going back and changing the past
But then the past is really so vast

If ever I could, how far would I go
“That one thing to change”, how would I know

The “now” is so linked to the past
If I change anything I dont know if I would even last

But the heart is not practical, its so tender and green
It wishes to have a time machine

Maybe I would go back to meet you years ago
But where to find you I should even know

Or maybe I should go back to that fine time
To ask you for your hand and make you mine

But now all I want is to go back just a little while
To freeze the time when I saw you smile

I'm Just A Blue Girl

I’m being lonely, with no friends and family,
Sitting on a plain sand ground
All the people who come around me give some money
By just having some money I spend it on my food
But this food is something that I don’t just need
Its like biscuits and all that stuff.
Having all of this I miss my family.
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
Will I go to the orphanage or to my family?
I would rather think about all that the whole day
I’ll be just lonely
Because I’m just a blue girl

~Renee Khanorkar 👧

God

We have different types of Gods
Who are our lords

Some are Hindu,
Some Christian,
Some Sikh,
Some even the ones we don’t know

Their names are Ganesha with a trunk
Krishna who is blue
And even Jesus Christ who died to save us

We must have faith in God
To see Him in our minds,
Coz GOD created us!

~Renee Khanorkar 👧

Love In The Rain

It had been a rainy night,
When a beggar came,
Begging to sleep tight.

He was not as white as a dove,
But was a man,
Full of love.

His lips became pout,
As though to kiss me,
But my dad came out.
 
He told the beggar to go away,
But the beggar in the rain,
Kindly lay.
 
My dad went,
And I was glad,
That the beggar was not sent.
 
But then came a flood,
So he had to go,
With his hood.
 
He gestured me to hold his hand,
Gave me his hood,
And set to his land.

~Renee Khanorkar 👧

Sunset At The Beach

As I sit there on the damp moist sand
My bare feet touching the soft beach land

Sound of the waves as though playing a song
Taking the birds returning to home along

It was time for the sun to call for the day
Gave me a feeling that I had come a long way

But look at the beauty it spread before it left
As if a saffron silk carpet it heft

As the sunset always been this alluring?
Or my blindness to the beauty of life so enduring?

It didn’t just bring the charm in the sea
But introduced me to the solitude in me

The hush around had turned into serene
And my mind became more calm and green

As I closed my eyes and thought of my journey
Life seemed to be a clock’s tyranny

So many beautiful sunsets I must have missed
So many winds passed by that never kissed

I don’t ask much from you oh dear Time
Just a paused moment before your next chime