Meenaxi's Muse

I often hear about these... Rock music is the current hip thing with Gen Y Exchanging password with BFF is to express affection for Gen i Slings are in for chicks belonging to Gen X Forced me to think,which generation I belong to...I settle for Gen Z the last alphabet to stay latesht with the Zing factor... Which generation you belong to?

A confession by pregnant prostitute, on aborting her unborn daughter (female foeticide) I fought a battle, To find some earth For you to flower, Of blossom and Spring I dreamt Feeling your tender seedlings Wounds, blood and Abuse With a piece of ground I got On a cracked soil And sweat to water A dry abandoned stem with no soul No color, no vigor Why should you grow? Yes, I chose for That brutal storm efface you forever To let you bloom as the beautiful, Only in my dreams to ponder Murdered with tears, By your own mother © Meenakshi M Singh

I long to have that longing To be that river flowing When you were the sun Me, with your light, golden and gleaming I long to have that longing To be that barren land crackling Me, with your rain, blooming and blossoming I long to have that longing To be that abandoned kite Me, with your strings, reaching, belonging I long to have  . that longing…