The Colorless Mushroom

Mushki, the mushroom had lost her smile,
“Why am I not colourful”, she wondered all the while
She was always so very sad,
Wondering, “Why do I have this grey colour so bad?”

Honey, the bee was flying around
Over the flowers with a buzzing sound
Seeing so many beautiful colours on the flowers and the bee
“Sob Sob”, started weeping Mushki

Just then Missy the ladybird started crawling over a stem
With a red and black body she looked like a precious gem
Mushki started to weep louder now
Wishing she could be colourful like Missy somehow

Bubbly the butterfly with rainbow coloured wings
Moved from one flower to the other for nectar drinking
Mushki wished she had at least one rainbow colour on her
“Oh!”, she moaned, “What have I done wrong, why do I have to suffer?”

And then like her, the sky shed tears, it began to rain,
And she saw Rangeela, the peacock dance again and again
He had the most colourful wings Mushki had ever seen,
And Mushki become the saddest she had ever been

Suddenly Honey, Missy, Bubbly and Rangeela surrounded Mushki
Mushki was surprised; she widened her tear filled eyes slightly
“Oh My! The rain drops look so beautiful on your grey body", they said
“You give us your colour, take ours instead!”

Mushki couldn’t believe what she heard
She looked at herself and indeed their praise she deserved
Slowly her face broke into a smile, she forgot her pain,
And never ever was she sad again

-Shweta Ravindran

Diary of a Frustrated Soul

i stood all alone against the test of time

fighting with myself, standing against all odds, losing everytime

yet i did not give up, with the hopes of a better tomorrow

however grim the situation was i did not bow down to any sorrow

i did find happiness in bits and pieces

but when i started to enjoy it, emerged another major crisis

i always believed God was trying to make me stronger

But now am tired and weary cant go on any longer

i cant put the broken pieces of my soul back together,have lost many

don't  have hopes of feeling complete any

how long is this war with myself going to go on

for how long do i have to keep telling myself 'Just hold on'

sometimes feel like the lead character of a never ending TV soap

whose torments will never end,atleast  not until with the drag the audience can no longer cope

but on second thoughts atleast it has a definite end

When the dropping TRP signals to the producer are sent

But what about me?????

Will i ever be free????

Ya ghumte rahugi iss roller coaster ride mei gol gol

Janne kliye padhte rahiye diary of this frustrated soul