Who is she?

The long legged woman,in red and black,looked steadfastly at the "flashy cars,creme suit men",ride past her.She looked intently,desires burning in her "smokey eyes",desirous of a fulfilled life,desirous of getting back to bed,safe and sound.Her desires smashed to the cold stoney grounds,with the screeching long cars and thuds of black polished boots.Society calls her prostitute!Abhors her for indecency,treats her as scum,smacks her face,and smears it with disrespect.Yet,society needs her.She is no daughter,no mother,no sister,no beloved.She is but a  "woman" with flesh and hollow soul.She is a prostitute,yet society needs her.A "woman" she is,yet disrespected by her own clan.Yes!she is a "women",yet her children are tainted "bastards".Yes,she is a woman,and society needs her.Needs her,to fulfill the dark deep desires,down the dark streets of the "red light"area.Yes,she is wanted,though momentarily.Yet,she is a scum,a prostitute.Woman of flesh and hollow soul.Yet,society needs her?

She has no place to go.No recognition to hold,no motherhood to cherish.She is no sister,no daughter,no mother,to sink in the tenderness of love.When on a cold night,she walks down the lane,is their anyone who would kiss her lips,Sing her love songs or wipe her tears?Yet,society needs her.

Is she really needed?Momentary,yes indeed,but
never for lifelong.

Society,it is!The cruelsome society.

Modernization or alienation?

What is this modernization, modernization?

When we have no time for realization?

What is this modernization,modernization?

When we have no time for realization?

What is this tech creature?

Making us suffer from alienation?

What is this modernization,modernization?

When I crave for love,with no friends around

Wanting to bask in the warm arms,

What is this modernization,modernization?

Because,I suffer from alienation.

Boxed in a room,

I drink and smoke,

What is this modernization,modernization?

I am but a creature of techni-sation.

What is this modernization,modernization?

I need friends,real and coy,

Whose ears I can blare with the words,Ahoy!

What is this selfie-nation?

Where is it leading us,this modernization?

What is this modernization,modernization?

We are but pets,pets strapped to the gadget-demons,

We are but slaves,trying to find salvation

What is this modernisation?

When I see a war,I walk away,

blinded with Techni-sation,

What is this modernization,modernization?

When on my birthday night,surrounded by techno-freaks,

I wait to blow my candles,

I wonder:oh what creep

What Is this modernization,modernization?

I am left alone,I suffer from alienation

What is this big screen tablets,

And small screen phones,

And blaring I pods,and Gucci shoes from abroad,

Ensnaring me to embrace techni-sation

I run away

Crying,save me from modernization,modernization,

I have had enough of this alienation.

"The story of the nightingale"

When I was young,I didn't quite understand what love was,and love stories definitely had no implications on me.I was never desirous of travelling down the lane of vows,cuddles and solitary moonlight walks.So when the young boy wept for not being able to bring his lady love the blood red rose,I only laughed.And when the nightingale above the tree,beneath which the bright boy wept uncontrollably,I wondered what was wrong?Till one moonlit night,the beautiful nightingale sung to the tunes of love,sacrificing its blood,pierced his breast into the thorn of the white rose tree.Blood flowed,down the criss cross twigs,colouring the rose blood red,till the nightingale died,died for the sake of love.And my heart now writhes in pain,to realise how brutal was the bright boy,to throw away the bright red blood drenched rose into the gutter,betrayed by the woman he loved.I now no longer laugh at the vows of love,no longer sneer at its existence..