The Spring in Their Hearts

It’s Linshidas turn. Know more about her through her own words:

Experiences have taught me many lessons. And it is the power of experiences that makes my pen move.
Childishness is a quality I haven’t yet lost and I am greatly interested to play with kids. I love someone praising me because it is the only way for me to feel taller 😉
Also I love humour and so, Charlie Chaplin is my hero – 
As a Little God,
I knew their hearts.
Words tied them closer.
Their words, feelings and
what their hearts meant….
I knew them all.
 
He loved her and
She loved him.
But I wonder why 
they weren’t opening 
the doors of their 
hearts for each other!
 
They might have been afraid, so
One didn’t want to lose
the other with the shocking, 
tragic surprise!
So, hiding all the uncontrollable Love, 
They remained mere FRIENDS.
 
My Love Birds
chatted and chatted 
day in, day out,
No food, no studies
No wonder
their grades came down
like the World Trade Center.
 
Waiting for her was his drug,
dreaming about him was her hobby.
For me, they became 
the Friends in Love!
 
Days passed
Seconds ran fast,
Minutes walked, and,
Hours crawled behind them.
Both of them sacrificed much
to have a peaceful future.
 
At last my little girl
knocked at the door of his heart…
………………………
And found that it was 
automatically opening for her!
She entered and the doors closed..{forever 😉 }
He was well ready and fully prepared
to welcome her.
She happily enjoyed floating
in the river of his love.
 
Fights, misunderstandings, joy,
sharing hearts, secrets
(and of course) a bit of romance
Love is both sweet and bitter!
 
I know they shall be 
thankful to me,
as I’m the one who
*made them meet each other,
*made them closer
*made them fall in love
And… in future…
Shall make them a loving man and wife!! 😉
 
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Just a Girl

I don’t think any preface is required for this piece of poetry. Deeply moved by the Delhi incident, Runaisa has expressed her feelings thus…

She is a girl,
whom you call the weakest.
You torture, abuse and disrespect her
Still she rarely complains.
She is the one who cries to God
For leaving her in your hands.

You are none other than
The unsympathetic, cruel brutal society.
You never think that she herself
Is your daughter, sister, wife, and mother!

I call you the most cursed society that ever existed
Because we have never seen
Such savagery and malice.

Let a new generation come up
where the paths of women
are paved with rose petals
and let not a single man
lustfully stare at her.

The world has not ended
So I am going to fight back
Because I am one among them
whom you call
“JUST A GIRL”!!