ODE TO THE LI'L PIGGY

Just this evening, I saw a piglet caught in fire
As its helpless mother stood watching the flames go higher
There was nothing much she could do
Other than grunt and try to get the piglet out too.
The little one was screaming its lungs out
As its fur charred and skin caught fire
I’m sure it must have felt horrible
Because that little thing was just a week or two old.
There was another baby circling the mothers leg she looked shaken too,
As she stayed close to her protector
The fire was set by some heartless people
While the nursing pig and the others slept in the bushes.

Few people came to the rescue
The minute the heard the grunts, which grew
And fought the fire
With buckets of water.
But that was way too late
For the trapped little pig
Whose body was charred as it lay still
Nothing could be done to get it back to life

As the smoke subsided,
I watched the pig run towards the spot
I thought she was heading towards the dead piglet
But when I saw her walk past it did I realize
In a bush, further away,
Stood a little piglet, hidden by the leaves
As it saw its mother approach,
The little piggy followed her.
There were just two tiny survivors of the fire,
The mother and the 2 piggys whose bravery to stay put, I admire.

ANGEL

An unusual cold, cloudy morning
Walking with my backpack
Various thoughts about school and assignments surround me
As I walk past the white-washed houses.

In the distance, I see you
Walking towards me, with your head bent low
You seemed lost in thoughts and gloomy
While avoiding people’s gazes
And walking in quick, long strides.

Not many would describe you as pretty
In the fishnets and boots and chokers and linkers
But you looked nothing less than an Angel to me
Blending in perfectly in the weather,
I watch you as you push away
The loose strand of your black hair
People scowl at your black make-up
And your all black outfit
I don’t understand why they just have to judge you
Based completely on how you chose to look.

People are the same inside, no matter what
Even if they change their looks everyday.
Why do they find it so hard to understand this?
Or why can’t they just mind their own business?

As you walked closer, I noticed your many piercing
Even though you are Goth, it doesn’t make you a bad person
It depresses me to see how easily people are stereotyped
They don’t even try to talk to you and get to know you
Before they pass their judgments.

You aren’t afraid to be what you are,
You don’t care about what random people think of you
You chose to be this, because this is what you wanted
And dress exactly the way you want to
For which I highly admire and respect you.

Sure, you might have been a part of the night rituals,
Sitting in a circle with your friends, in the middle of the jungle
Chanting stuff, with a fire burning in the centre.
But how can people condemn you for worshiping the Evil?
Good or bad or Satan or God,
You have your freedom to follow whatever you choose.


I watch you walk closer,
You lift your gaze to mine
And you look at me straight in the eye.
As you pass me, I could have bet my life,
That it was a smile...

THE DANCE

I stand alone on the cold,dark stage
The stage full of graffiti and decorations
It brings back memories of the dance
Which went totally wrong.
With the messy dress I was in,
And the ruined make up,
I stand there and think "How could I?"

Maybe it wasn't his fault after all
'Cause he hadn't officially asked me.
Just because he was being sweet,
I could'nt assume he would go with me
It was wrong of me to have expectations.
Neither was it the fault of my best friends for not being there
I cant blame them for being busy with their dates.

In the end,it was I who was hurt
The minute I saw them kiss on the dance floor
I looked for my friends and spotted then dancing
Deciding on not to interrupt,I held back my tears
And rushed to the one place where I thought I would be alone
Once in the parking lot,I sat in my car
But that horrible scene followed me where ever i was.

As I thought of the past,the tears came rolling down
I could not just expect him to come back to me.
When the party came to an end,I got a grip
After an hour,I went back to the dance floor
And the memories of the dance came rushing back
Bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

FAR AWAY

Standing alone in the dark,lonely road
I look around for signs of you
Even your footstep in the snow-covered pathway would do..
Seeing nothing that is of proof that you are near,
I do not lose hope and the wait seemed to go on forever.
Not untill I was totally covered in snow
Did someone back in the warmth of my party room know
That something was missing-and that was me.

I even patiently sat near the phone
Hoping you would call atleast and tell people to leave me alone..
Evening turned to night and with each passing minute,
The sorrow in my heart grew.
There I stood,in front of my birthday cake
Ready to blow my candles but wondering why did you fake?
I thought you would not miss this day for anything
And your absence must mean something-
Maybe you had forgotten,anyway..

I lay awake in bed all night
Trying to stop my tears,which I couldn't fight
Finally,I heard the most pleasant sound!
I picked up the phone on the second round.
Little did I know that it is not the call I expected
For,your tearful mother told me you were no more-
A fact I cudn't digest..

While I was awaiting your arrival the whole day,
HE had made you take a wrong way.
The one turn of the wheel of your car
Took you away from all of us...