Saturday, October 28, 2006

Two Queens in a Hive

Two Queens in a Hive

When my kind was designed
Eyes made great and the body shined
Our long hair substituted the tail
We are called the Female

When we are young
We hold dolls for fun
We have two plats with fancy clips
And one ear towards big sister’s tips

Day by day my hair refuse to tie
Day by day the dolls feel shy?
Night by night the stars start to speak
Into the future…can I have a peek?

My pony climbs high
My nose grows long
When I turned thirteen
Everything starts going wrong!!

And then came the day
When I saw the second queen
Wish it was just an illusion,
Or she really was my twin?

We walked for being better
We talked just out of the theatre
My my! I better hurry
Before SHE gets the merry.

On one fine day
The sun changed horizon,
To the world’s great honor
The queens shared the region.

For every chance was grabbed together
And we became centre to gather.
For every step we kept pace
And mended the other’s pimpled face.

I got a break, I had to move
I thought we would still groove
But slowly it happened unnoticed
And the chasm created long distance.

I smiled at my old pal but she was seeing
The person sitting right behind me
When I moved towards her niche
She remembered something fancy.

This is once upon a time,
Two queens in a hive.
They lived happily ever after
When none heard the other’s laughter.

It is a strange disposition
That we must be so.
Coz if we change our shoes
I will have the same go.

What happened in the end
Is that I lost a friend.
But whom should I kill for distress?
For this unwanted mess?

Forget this as unseen
But don’t you call me mean.
Because this is the truth of life
That you can’t have two queens in a hive.

DIVITA MATHUR
{One of the dear queens}

the ungratefull princess

The Ungrateful Princess

She’d be bathed in the Sun’s vigor everyday,
Tanned to the consummate of beauty.
She’d be soaked to the skin by the rains,
Purified from the vile and the ugly.

She’d be distinguished by the masses,
She’d be honored for her brilliance.
But she’d smile on her plastic face
And disregard everything with her unique grace.

Stupid would you find this quality,
Which made her continuously so proud,
That she’d bestow with all her might,
But demand nil from the crowd.

For she had taught herself ingeniously,
At a very tender time of life,
That one mustn’t stay in lieu of others,
One mustn’t hold from the blade of a knife.

But she’d always be heard by The Love,
The Love barring all distressed,
The Love begged for by the unfortunate,
The Love, she, in panache, regarded uninvited.

She cast a shadow on The Love,
She thought she’d left it behind,
She blamed him for the injured dove,
But The Love always remained kind.

Then one fine day in an unreasonable fight,
The Love was lost, didn’t return at night.
She wasn’t uneasy, she didn’t dread,
She mouthed a blame to the fortunes instead.

Time flows, the princess grows,
The Love takes all beautiful facades,
But their hearts, but their souls,
Never do unite, nor obliged by the princess.

DIVITA MATHUR
(The Ungrateful Princess)

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