When I Need

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Neither do I have any disclaimer nor any source of inspiration behind this.

So here it is,


When I Need

Wanna cry? Here is my shoulder,
Wanna try? I will give you a ladder,
Wanna run? Take my shoes,
Wanna shout? Let’s raise hullabaloo,
Wanna laugh? I will give you a reason,
Wanna play? I will give you a season,
But promise,
when I need someone,
you will lend me an ear,
You won’t leave me alone,
While I stand behind, holding a tear,
Try to understand,
Even if I don’t speak,
I am here, because I have touched the peak,
There is no space above, I fear,
One day, I will merge with my shadow and disappear.

-Reshma Maurya

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Let’s Talk

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After a long-time, I have finally written a poem. I have to admit, this is the most mechanical poem I have ever written. There is no major inspiration behind it.

I hope you like it,

So here it is,


Let’s Talk

Hey, are you as nervous as I am,
If yes, then let’s get together,
we will have a jam.
Maybe we can become friends
or just disappear and never reconcile,
But let’s make sure,
whatever time we spent,
stays at least for a while.
Together, maybe we can share some stories,
Which will help us in forgetting our worries.
Or, maybe we can sit together for about an hour,
And embrace the silence that will linger, like a shower.
We can discuss –
family, friends, cinema, politics,

spirituality,money and what not,

But please make haste,
sand is falling in the hourglass,
which none of us bought.
If you enjoy my company,
Then we will meet tomorrow.
Else, return back, to our old sorrows.

-Reshma Maurya

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Leave Note

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Today I present to you a poem which derives its inspiration from a speech that I recently saw on youtube. The video was about a particular community who were victims of genocide and were forced to leave their inherent homes.

So here it is,


Leave Note

I take leave, my dear home, my dear land
I hope time passes quickly like grains of sand
The lanes in which I once walked, ran and played,
Now is fallen in front of my eyes dumb and dead.
The terraces which I once crossed to get one glimpse of that special person,
Are now deserted for some selfish and brutal political reason
People with whom I went to school and promised never to say goodbye,
Are no more mine, they say “You better leave, or else you die”
The neighbours who once had love and respect for us,
Are saying nothing, but spitting abuses and curse
The hullabaloo that we raised on the occasions such as weddings,
Is replaced by cries and sobbings of beheadings
The songs which I sang along with my mates on cold and shivering winter nights.
They are taken over by slogans, “This is our land, you have no rights”.
Dear city,
I am leaving and living,
I will go to some other place, migrating,
meet some new people and make new friends
start new occupation and become part of blends

But I am leaving a part of me behind

Please do not forget me and this treaty that we sign
For rest of the world I will be a refugee- a man without a

nation

Only after coming here I will get a recognition.
Remember, I am not leaving on my own will
Time freezes here and will remain still.

-Reshma Maurya

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Lost

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Today I present to you one of my most recent poems. It is very different from my genre of writing. It one of the most darkest poems I have ever written.

Please don’t take it literally. It’s little deep to understand and grasp.

So here it is,


Lost

I opened the door,

so many similar faces they seem

Everyone waiting for the host,
who was so keen
Claded in their rich ensembles,
They had a prestige
Oh dear me, in what place have I landed
like a disease
People laughed, danced
and made merry
I was asked to do the same
but…but it was so scary
There was a stinking smell of fake laughter
Gigantic boxes containing weapons of slaughter
Back stabbing happened secretly
With a smile carved on those pretty lips, so perfectly
Gossips were going around, “who wore who”
Suffocating every wiseman who was brought there forcefully too
I stared at those smiling faces again -white teeth, Painted lips stretching like an elastic,
Words flowing out of their mouth, more filthy than a rotten plastic
Dancing to music which sounded like a cry
They exclaimed, “You also join us, at least give a try!”
I hesitantly refused
“So pay the price, stupid girl”, they abused.
I started grasping for every breath of fresh air
Stumbling down those huge stairs
Slowly my eyes started losing its light
But that mob, laughed at my plight
Crying music got more louder
Dancing rhythm became sharper
They were dancing on the corpses of many
Poor souls like me who had given up, so easily.
Last thing I heard them say, joyfully and very loud
“One more down, on to the ground and never to be found.”

-Reshma Maurya

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Brave Heartened

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Today I present to you a poem which I wrote way back in 2013.

It is very difficult for me to believe that there is a person out there who is ready to die for me and most probably I will never get an opportunity to meet him or her.

In the words of Captain Manoj Kumar Pandey

If death strikes, before I prove my blood, I swear I will kill death.

It is dedicated to all the Real Heroes across the globe who are constantly safeguarding our lives every now and then.

So here it is,


Brave Heartened

Standing in the battlefield,

Everything being still.

Blood pool in front of my eyes,

Missing peace and wonderful sight.

Having brave encounter with enemies,

A fear engraved in the memories.

But for mother nation, Everything can be sacrificed.

Time to forget family and friends

As a soldier doing duty and performing trends.

Let your heads get cut down,

But don’t let your flags turn down.

Give your lives to save your nation,

You will me remembered as a great MOTHER’S SON.

-Reshma Maurya

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I Asked My Mother

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Today I present to you a poem which addresses the questions which I still could not find answer to. It is related to my mother and to motherhood in general.

Please don’t judge me. I love my mother as much as you do. I respect every decision that she ever made. But yes, I do show my disagreement towards few of her decisions. Maybe I am too young to understand and some day I will.

For time being this much disclaimer should suffice.

So here it is,


I Asked My Mother

“Why did you marry, what did you earn?”

A husband, not able to give you everything

A daughter, whose love for you is uncertain.

Today, come along with me, let me show you the person you once knew .

Imagine, you are twenty-four, unmarried, earning a living of your own

ready to face the world like a stone

Fulfilling all your desires you ever had,

travelling around the world like a nomad,

buying anything you like without looking at the price tag,

your pride as an independent, being intact,

Climbing the ladders of success, you are unstoppable

Dynamic as person, you are no more comparable

It’s you Ma, look what you could have been

Possibilities are endless, but you… left in between.

What have you become, have a look at yourself,

All day busy with household chores,

Your dreams not even waiting for you ashore,

Whole life looking after your ungrateful family

Your mistakes not forgiven easily,

Every day you make for us delights

But we don’t even care to wish you “good night”

You tolerate our tantrums with a smile,

No one knows what emotions do you pile

The list not exhaustive,

People say these are the sacrifices you made

But I ask, in this life of yours where are you

Do you even know YOUR VALUE?

-Reshma Maurya

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The Dreamer

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Today I present to you another poem. So here it is,


The Dreamer

In those glittery eyes, I saw a dream

That would never go dim,

Alone she stood in middle of the way

Waiting, many stories to say

She refused to get on the bandwagon

People said,”You are stupid, to wait for your imaginary Dragon”

Hardly they knew, it resides in her

Only waiting for fire to stir.

One fine day she rose from the flames

Making everyone to remember her name

Leaving an impression to last forever.

She was called an ultimate “Dreamer”.

-Reshma Maurya

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