My Precious Belonging

God knows what was the time,

When He made You mine.

Indeed, His creation was divine,

And in my life, along with You came sunshine.

The fights we had,

Were not at all bad.

The chit chat chatters,

Which had the icings of laughter.

Our debates and quarrels,

Which never ended with morals.

You always, lovingly, provoke me,

To get my reaction, maybe.

The concern and care,

May disappear some day.

But let me tell You something buddy,

You will always belong to me.

Somewhere down in my mind,

There are these feelings lined.

I wonder how did we meet,

Do You remember? Was it during the summers heat?

For only one thing I’m thankful to Steve,

For he introduced You to me.

And then we became friends,

And hope so to be till the end.

Your generous and helpful nature toward me,

Always set my soul free.

Whenever I needed inspiration or suggestion,

I turned to Your direction.

Maybe, you are my Chandler, that’s why,

Please don’t ever ignore me from Your life before saying goodbye.

Somewhere down in my mind,

There are these feelings always lined.

Many a times as my strength,

You boosted my confidence.

Sorry as am falling short of words,

I just wanted my feelings to be heard.

-Diksha Jawle

The Reality

I like the view,

Of me and You.

Just don’t, please, walk away,

Come close enough,

So I could get the perfect view

So I could feel Your heartbeat

So I could feel Your touch

So I could feel warm

Please don’t write me off yet.

 The thought of You leaving I can’t stand,

Its like pins and needles running on my back,

And a lump in my throat threatening to choke me to death.

The more I want You,

The more You are walking away.

You may never know,

How far we could go.

Just take a step back,

And join me by my side.

Come and hold my hand,

And fill the emptiness in me.

All I know is,

Together we are meant to be.

Like a drought land longs for rain,

So is my soul longing for You.

Because only You complete me,

And brighten my world,

Which consists of only me and You.

But now You are gone and would never come back,

This is reality,

Where I am alone.

-Diksha Jawle

Man of My Dream

Like every girl I believe too,

The Man of My Dream is coming true.

I was in sixth grade,

And His first movie ‘Jism’ was great.

The hot, sizzling and boldness,

Left me speechless.

When this; mum realised,

I was totally terrified.

I knew, I was completely screwed up,

And was trembling like the chattering of cups.

Still, like every girl I believe too,

The Man of My Dream is coming true.

For the flamboyant hair and the unshaven face,

I said, “He is truly the Man of My taste.”

Due to His sustainable cult and a chic sense of style,

I dreamed of me walking towards Him down the aisle.

He in black tuxedo and I in white gown,

Made Bipasha frown.

Later, the first kiss and first dance,

I thought its luck by chance.

Still, like every girl I believe too,

The Man of My Dream is coming true.

Our penthouse was awesome,

Where our family blossomed.

The twins, a baby girl and baby boy,

He named the girl Sarah and the other Joy.

To complete the family frame I got a dog,

Who did nothing, except hop.

After all this, I thought is it a dream,

And was thankful to God that I could cross this stream.

Still, like every girl I believe too,

The Man of My Dream is coming true.

Even after fifty years of married life,

He said, “You are the world’s gorgeous wife.”

I thought happily, thus Mr. And Mrs. Abraham lived happily ever after,

Meanwhile I was distracted by some loud laughter.

And then I realised I was in sleep,

Yet, the joy in my heart being with Him was deep.

I know, someday we will meet,

When destiny will play its beat.

Till then, like every girl I believe too,

The Man of My Dream is coming true.

- Diksha Jawle

Confused My Feelings with The Truth

I found myself,

Looking from the outside.

All alone, without any help,

Without any aid or guide.

I was standing here,

But all I wanted was to be over there.

Why did ever I believe,

Miracles could happen.

I believed you were my fairytale,

My only dream when I am awake,

And a wish on a falling star,

Which some day would come true.

But everyone else could say,

That I confused my feelings with the truth,

When there was only you and me.

I did know the song,

When I had heard you sing.

And your smile made me feel,

Like I could sing along.

But then, you changed the words,

And walked a distance away.

I was left with an empty heart,

And with a song without any lyrics.

Now I know, fairytales don’t exist,

And dreams are meant for sleeping,

And wishes on falling star don’t come true.

Now even I could say,

I was that blind,

That I confused my feelings with the truth,

When there was only you and me.

-Diksha Jawlee

My Magic Beans

You don’t buy Them from the stores,

Or find Them behind hidden doors.

Without any notice They come,

Not just one- two but in lump sum.

Out of Them just few stick around,

And after that, They turn your world upside down.

At least to me They are not mean,

That’s why I call Them My Magic Beans.

You sing with Them, you dance with Them,

And then They make you run like a crazy hen.

They help you in your difficult time,

Hatching the stupidest joke, thinking it would make things fine.

Though it helps in a way,

Like a bright summers day.

On Their shoulder you can always lean,

That’s why I call Them My Magic Beans.

Sometimes They unnecessarily do fight,

 But you should be at ease like a high soaring kite.

They would never ever ditch,

Even if you behave like a super duper bitch.

‘They’ are my best friends,

Living in my thoughts without paying any rent.

They ain’t nothing like the kings or queens,

Just sweet little, My Magic Beans.

-         Diksha J.

Will I Ever Know...

Will I ever know

Why my life is so?

So meaningless, so miserable

And at times completely unbearable

Why do ever elders fight?

I’m sure it’s not something for delight.

Will ever everything be alright?

The chance of it doesn’t seem bright.

Will I ever know

Why my life is so?

They say life isn’t fair,

All I want is just some care.

They say it’s darkest before dawn,

Forget about breaking of dawn, there is not a single silver line coming on.

Oh God, have you turned deaf and blind to me?

If not, please answer my questions and set me free.

-Diksha J.

No Boy!

In a park on a street,

I met a boy who was so sweet.

He took my heart away from me,

And then one day he set it free.

My emotions was not a play thing,

My heart was not a toy.

But it was badly broken,

When I gave it to a boy.

When I used to see him,

My heart began to dance.

My life revolved around him,

And there was nothing like romance.

It wasn't gravity holding me,

It was him.

Whenever he got close to me,

The world used to spin.

And then it started to happen,

My world was totally darkened.

I wondered where he is at night,

I wondered if he was true.

One moment I was happy and bright

And the other moment I turned blue.

I saw him with a girl, passing by,

And the price I paid was too high.

Don’t fall in love with just a boy,

It takes a lot of nerve.

You should need a man,

To get what you deserve.

So when you feel you’re in love,

Be careful if you can.

Before you give your heart away,

Make sure he is a man.

- Diksha Jawlee

Some Things Don’t Happen Out of the Blue

Since childhood, always wanted a baby brother,

For me, who would always be a trouble-maker.

But God gifted me a gorgeous sister,

With compelling dark black eyes full of blister.

Her hair was dark coffee brown and long like Princess,

Which she always thinks is absolutely useless.

Her features are just like a deer,

But She is the wild tigress without any fear.

And then, I had to share my belongings,

Which was worse as it was happening.

She broke my toys and pulled my hair,

All I needed was some fresh air.

She is the devil in disguise,

And keeps on changing like the rolling of dice.

Yet, She is my sweet little angel,

Who wants to be a shining star in the city of Tinsel.

She is a magnet for danger,

Arrogantly believing as though She is some sort of Power Ranger.

Sometimes She lacks sense,

And trouble follows Her then.

But as years passed by,

Our affection and understanding went high.

She turned to be more matured and strong,

And when She would be around, nothing would go wrong.

Sometimes She is cruel and annoying,

But honestly, without Her, every moment I keep on dying.

When I’m low,

She lightens me by Her glow.

When I find the world cold,

She warms me by Her comforting hold.

Our quarrels and fights,

Has made the bond tight.

The fun and smile,

Is turning into a huge pile.

The gossips and bitching,

Is topped with ‘boy talk’ as icing.

I don’t want these memories to turn timeless,

The thought of it makes me sick and restless.

I’m thankful to God for giving me a sister like You,

Because honey, some things don’t happen out of the blue.

- Diksha Jawlee