So many questions.


So many questions running in her head,
She smiles at the possibility of answers.
She questions the questions, and questions the answers,
She answers the answers to her questions too.

She shuts them up, and mums them down,
And then counts them, and re- counts to re- check the count.
She laughs at them, and cries for them too,
She seems confused at the questions now, too simple to be true.

They count their blessings, she counts her questions,
They check their smiles, her smiles question questions.
Her reasons to question, their reason to answer,
Her answers to their questions, only their SILENCE IN COUNTER.

– Stuti

Stuck?


Her heart just kept floating to lands far away,
She sung many songs and heard herself pray.

She chanted, she chanted,
She chanted some more.
She thought, she thought,
She kept thinking more.

She prayed to God to give her strength,
To make her fall in love once again.
For her heart for now was stuck on one,
Her emotions for now refused to stand the pain.

The misfortune, the pain,
The pain of loss, loss disdain.

She shouted, she shouted,
She shouted out loud.
But nobody could still hear her,
She wondered how.

And even as so many questions she asked to all,
No one answered her at all.
She rested her case, her questions, her all,
And minded her step lest she’d FALL?

-Stuti