The Heroes

Crack of dawn, she, with her sleepy eyes stuck glue to her lower eyelid, sensed a force pushing her back and forth. She heard screaming. She was heedless to it. It was 6 in the morning, she was supposed to get ready for school. It had become a daily thing most of all now. Everyday the clock strikes 6 in the morning, their house would be no less than a wall street with the only difference, people shouting her name instead of I don't know whatever they shout at wall street. Her mother rolling her over and over again. Her pillow, blanket, and sometimes she herself were pulled out of the bed. A couple of hours of spent in healthy screaming over bathing, brushing teeth, breakfast, getting late, and everything that was supposed to be done but wasn't she was ready to take off to her school. She, the hero of our story, Anjali.

She turned 15 a couple weeks ago. Her birthday was much of a festivity. Being the first child and way too loved by her mother, people say she's her replica, but on  the other hand was her looks, just like her father, she had a cute, round over the edges and a dimply little face. As she grew, the sense of affection grew even stronger among the people around her. There were quite a bunch of people around her, two uncles & their wives and of course along with grandparents, they were about a dozen of people living together. And She being the first born equally loved by all. In fact she is someone who's everyone's favorite. Someone, people literally fight over. She from the day she was born became the most pride possession of her family and even her friends.

SHE

Well! The following collection of rhythmic words doesn't specifically deal with someone but with every single "SHE" reading these. I've been an admirer of Indian women since I understood, well I never exactly understood them, but since the time I was capable of trying to do so.


You might wanna know about my above stated skill, interested  people visit-
http://ironiceuphoria.blogspot.in/2013/10/charismatic-her-breeches-it-was-misty.html

Being a "Being" of 21st century and also being a liberal youth, I'm comfortable with the idea of youngsters falling in love and adoring her beloved. But well, this haven't served the best for most of the 'Guys' out there, resulting in their acts of desperation causing a lot of trouble to the opposite community i.e. 'girls'. So, the piece of literature below, in no way cure, prevent, or help anything stated above, this was something I wanted to say. Pun intended
To summarize
You can read this creation, considering the type of reader you may be I'll be giving you a perspective for reading it. "Identify your category"

• A- You are a person belonging to the female community, Please mam do enjoy it. Its for you, form the person you think, adores you the most.
• B-  You're a guy and well lets just say committed or in a MUTUAL love kind of relationship. Consider this is from you to her.

• C- Well You people need to understand it the most.All my Single guys buddies out there, if you are one of this, with due respect, adoring or admiring a women is totally a worthy stuff, I mean that's just great, if she accepts it, bingo. But, If she doesn't you don't make her do it. I mean, you saw a girl, you liked the way she looked, you might wanna stare at her for a long time, you can. You might wanna even touch yourself (I believe you shouldn't but), sure you can. but dude you don't follow her, you do not force her to talk to you, and well you know everything you do to get her, DON'T. people who belong to C category but never did such stuff, OK good.

But wait! Well who am I to say, I just wanted a little chit chat before i put up my creation. So, forget everything I said, It doesn't concern this. Enjoy reading

P.S.- People wondering about my category, keep wondering!

 SHE

I glare the nights of her curly stripes,
and succumb to death on her little wish.
The hopes were filth, expectations were guilt,
in my utopia, I was her little world.
 Slum, sluggish & sober was my life so far,
Yet i stood in a place, Seemingly Bizarre.

I stare the silver lines leaving her calm lashes,
finding their way & cutting through her cheeks,
they drop like Niagara, on her fragile feet.
I get too close, to see her rose,
like a bud on a cloudy day.
She looked at me with a silent gaze,
In a hope of a shining ray.