Being Child, Becoming Woman

and I slipped into her robes
for a while,
so I could feel
what she would feel,
and I saw Joy -
a little child
rediscovering
her eyes, her hands,
her voice, her feet,
and the tune
of her own heart
drumming with mine -
both growing,
being children,
becoming the women
they were always meant to be.

Metamorphosis

I am not
the tiny creature
that once crawled
the barren earth,
looking to
new leaves
for succor,
and a cocoon
to hide
from the glare
of a harsh world;

I am a butterfly -
angelic,
ephemeral,
perched
on the edge
of an imminent
tomorrow, with
love and freedom
tattooed on wings
that itch to
take on the sky;

the world is my home,
I don't need to hide.

लौ

अभय का
एक अकेला दिया
जलाया है मैने
इस टूटे दिल मे,
हवा की
भटकती उलझनो से
नही डरता है वो,
नही झुकता है वो,
नही झिझकता है वो,
खडा रह्ता है
उस झरोके के पास,
जिससे लिपटता है वो