Knot With A Knight

I had put my blush,
making my cheeks lush,
Remembering the first touch of his lips,
I rubbed the brush's tips,
I applied the glitter liner,
Remembering the touch of his hands on my eyes,
everything seeming finer,
The ring glistened, and shone like the moon,
When he had put, my heart did swoon,
I wish he doesn't have to ever go for the war,
For my love was more than a galore,
An ounce of his blood would burst my heart,
A scar on him, was enough a dart,
I walked through the church's gates,
getting close to our unified fates,
as my eyelashes faced the sky,
I saw him subtly smile sly,
Laying my rose on his metal,
Instilling my emotions from the beginning,
it was difficult for my tears to settle,
Before I took the step up the pedestal,
Something being whispered in his ears,
leaving my pounding heart susceptible,
His eyes widened, and my goose bumps rose like bread,
He had to go to bleed his red,
Before I could call him my hun,
the war had begun................. 
 

Autobiography Of A Chair

i am a chair, having myriads of stories, people in anger kicking a chair... but after a tiring n panting session getting a relief by coming in my lap. As when Im new they worry about every inch of me and keep me without a speckle of dust.. and when the time passes by I'm pushed to the category of discarded.
If my karmas were good I become a political chair, for which people apply the best of their knic and knacks to hold the power and prestige of me, and Respect me as a symbol of dignity. 
But spare me my doings if I became a chair on which one was kidnapped and tied?! Being so strong, yet powerless I couldn't be able to rescue the wreck of the innocent on me ...
You never know when someone sits on me he shall find solutions to the grieviest of his problems. . I might twirl my seat or make the woody sound in happiness. 
I might be a chair infront of the interviewing panel and my legs could see the shivering of the contestant's legs..or maybe a seat one grabs on the day of an exam... my back rest shall give him a relieving moment of calmness, 
I cannot smile but I'd soothe him
I might be lifeless, but life shall be a little less without my varieties :) I am a chair 
                                        ~Aastha Varma

The Tree Of Morals

I planted a seed..a special one
Which shall grow into a tree of morals.
It was sown into the ground, and VOILA!
 The world learned being submissive,
The sappling stepped out of the seed,
Openning its eyes..for now just so weak,
And the world learned to adapt to new surroundings,
The rains embraced the seed and it grew out of the soil,
And the world learned to survive out of pressure,
The sun shined.. time went by,
The young plant now was stretching its arms full of greenery
And the world learned that with support and time one reaches the peak of excellence..
The smiling plant was now under the dark, suddenly it weakened became fragile,
some tiny black aliens landed and the plant no more remained agile!?
It tried to breathe! Put all its energy,
And the world learned to put its best efforts when vunerable,
But the plant turned pale, just like food thats stale! 
It swooned and fell into the soil..
tramped by unknown number of foot steps..fell down in the next blink..
And the world learned? Hahaha....you think.
                                                            ~Aastha Varma

The fragile And Agile

The sunlight peeked through the doors,
Putting its arms on the curtain
 Shined so majestic
I knit my brows,
I saw an intruder,
Who was it i called out,
I heard giggling, and the shadow assured of someone stout,
Left my crotia unfinished and got up too see,
I was in the verandah enjoying the picturesque,
The ivory sky and the clouds gliding took me to another land,
And the valley's greenary, as if holding my hand..
The intruder must have wanted to join me,
My vision was low so i could see blur wheaty hands as if a just born sparrows claws,
And another chatter as my slow moves were fragile,
And the feet ran into shadow just so agile,
They voices pierced the natures silence and quited the birds chirp..
My weak waxed ears could just put the sounds together as " I-seem",
Much like my grey hair i used my grey matter, to decipher it to "Ice cream",
A firm smile pushed away the wrinkles as if sitting on a swing,
I saw two tiny tots whose eyes shined like the first first snow,
my grand children! my querencia!
Seeing them after years of separation i felt my eyes hotten
About their arrival i had totally forgotten!
They ran and hugged me to my waist,
And even if they held me there,
It totally clutched my heart!

                                            ~Aastha Varma

Bonds and Phases

Bonds and Phases....

At first how apprehensive are we to commence a new phase,
How'd it turn out? We are completely in haze,
We start treding the path maneuvering our moves,
Then a little trust and firmness in our feets starts to ooze,
Ambling gambolling we start to get accustomed to the route..
We develop our querencias..and memories,
An undetachable bond is made..
That throughout our life we shall chase,
By the time we reach the peddle of eternal bond,
We are standing at the door of a new phase :)
            ~Aastha Varma

The Fire Within

When you feel no flower is ever going to bloom,

And the only feeling that sinks in,is of gloom..

Also improvement really has no room,

No diamond shall ever shine,

Recall these words of mine,

It is a dark world, if it were not for the sole Sun..

It is powerful because it respects the fire within,

Even..if your eyes get watery and shutter as a fish's fin..

Take a deep breath and smile,

Hear the voice within shout,

And then see the confidence pile!

The earth will seem like a spring,

And pull that string and invigorate your strength firm..on your feet

Because with you, your aspirations, and strength are complete :)

                                                       ~Aastha Varma

Alone In The Path

Never did my knees feel so weak 

Never did my heart feel so meek

Socially unacceptable called a nerd, 

For i had my aspirations to sing and fly as free as a bird,

Why did you exclude me so bad,

Just because i looked someone not up with the fad,

Thanks for making me feel so queer ,

My confidence was now shadowed by fear,

People like me shall be only a few,

But my feeling of being neglected was all because of you.

        ~Aastha Varma