My Ideals


Born as the youngest one
I was indeed the most loved
Surrounded by ideals around
I had just to choose one.

In form of the brother I found
He was everything we aim to be
He lived up to the persona
And achieved what I still desire.

Growing up I could go on and on
On the personality called him
He showered me with no less love
And yet told me how to stand still.

That little girl grew up one fine day
And he didn’t know how to react to that
Mind diverge, arguments happen, love stays
And I still seek to make him proud one day.

Convent gave me the education I still cherish
And girls many I were in awe with for ages
Wrote a piece for her when I came to college
And gifted her one on her birthday for a smile.

Adolescence gave me many things to awe about
In mother I found a bestie, and teachers were ideal
Some happened in school, and college gave more
And I still thank my stars for they were around.

In school, chemistry was the favorite for its teacher
She was the ideal mixed with a friend we wanted
And I am glad inspite of all the naughtiness
That I had a pride when she loved inspite of all.

College happened, and then a warm beauty entered to teach
She taught us ‘Jane Eyre’ and all through I imagined her as it
Editing my creativity, she also let me be published
And I missed her when she wasn’t around much.

A sir he was to all, but ideal I call him still
Introduced me to true ‘feminism’ mixed with ‘derrida’ love
He took pains to make sure we got in depth of literature
And I call to tell him I owe it all to him still.

Many more crossed my path whom I sought 
But now only passions drive me to the hilt
And today I just yearn for that one fine day
When someone come and call me their ‘ideal’.

Written as part of the OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 28: Who are we?

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P.S. This is a dedication to everyone who I always inspired to become like . Thank you bhai, Mrs R, Mrs NC and SK Sir for being that inspiration and encouraging me always. I owe a lot to you. This is also to that school mate called I.S. We never really interacted much in school but I was glad to know you later in life and realized you are one helluva sweet girl. And I am glad we managed to become some sort of friends 🙂

Mighty Ruins

Standing in the corner
Tall it looks affront
Ruins define existence
Telling mighty tales.

Dark is all the present
As glimpse of light falls
Sun rises beneath it
Glittering image of history.

Lessons are written in walls
Of the sour grapes it gave
And rosy petals that smelled
In garden of sorrows and love.

That wasn’t supposed to happen
Screams the tomb residing within
Dead are the pillars and yet alive
In the history of times it lived.

I stand alone watching it
Of the sun going back
To the home I know not
Revisiting pasts and presents.

Controlling the magnificent trail
Lies the beauty of time
Yet darkness brings its story
To a standstill I know not.

Like a flesh cut by a razor
The segments whisper nothings
Crying aloud of sadness within
Yet laughing at smiles it held.

I am still wondering of the circle
When death will leap across me
And no one will wonder for long
In a spectre of light I will be lost.

The monument of death and prayer
Stand eternal mocking me
Asking me as to what I leave
To be remembered forever like it.

I become a chutney of confusions
With having nothing to say
A disembered structure stands
Even thousand years later
Giving lessons of  worthy life.

Also Prompted @3WW, OSI, Weekend Wordsmith, Sunday Scribblings, Inspiration Monday, Theme Thursday.

Note: I might be using my own photography in some of my posts and it will be watermarked @NS Photography and so would be copyrighted to me just like this one 🙂