Two Member Crew

We met so many years back,

Worn out like a gunny bag;

We promised to pat each other’s back,

So that in life, we never lag;

The many hours of tireless talks,

Always pushing to think out of the box;

Cherishing the many hours at CCD’s,

Just to talk our life’s tragedies;

The heart-full and stomach paining laughter, we shared,

A short lead to fame we glared;

Doo and Sal, people knew were inseparable,

They also knew we were indispensable;

Anytime we took the stage,

Our talents and talks were never from the cage;

We did not know what God had planned,

But we knew for sure, He wanted us to stand;

The many movies we went,

The time and money we spent,

Worth more than the world’s treasure

That cannot be counted, as it was beyond measure;

Do you remember, our birthdays we forgot,

And the many arguments we have fought?

Yet, we carried our friendship through,

For, you and I, our only two member crew;

We have faced our odds and flak,

They tried to pull us down and set us back;

Yet, we stood like, the one among the twelve sheaves,

Making all of them turn around and freeze;

Twelve years have gone by,

Still we, on our talks go high,

The moments we spend together,

Just for our joys and sorrows in our hearts, to gather;

No one would dare to us, talk,

For the fear that we’d have a good comeback;

For, we think so much before everything we do,

All knew if it’s me, it’s you, if it’s Sal, its Doo,

God has brought us this far, He will carry us through;

And this friendship between me and you,

Will ever grow and in God renew,

For only we know, we are our two member crew;

-Vinod Shemron

Women in a Happy Hell

She is the one, who plays so many roles,

Born as a daughter, she turns and crawls;

Pain and pathos, cling to her societal-gender,

As she stands strong, yet so tender;

She grows to walk in death’s dark veil,

Hard it is for her, on life’s sea to sail;

She dreams of the day she gets married,

To share with her mate, all the pain she carried;

After marriage she awaits a baby to be born,

Hell amidst happiness she undergoes, in the pain she had borne;

In rearing the child, she loses her-self,

Confining her desires to her memory’s shelf;

Weaker she gets, as the years go by,

She, ‘as silenced’ now will forever lie.

A laborer, a friend, a colleague, a sister and mother

Roles she donned like there was no other.

Toiled so hard, till she went to the ground,

Will always live in many hearts, as a 'queen-crowned'.

Many 'women to-be' die as fetuses,

Just because the parents fear their taboos.

Yet a few are born to create their spaces,

But, they are made subject to all forms of injustices.

Jesus, we know, died on the cross,

On whom the suffering of all women did emboss;

The bruises, the blood, the wounds and his words,

Could do nothing, as he suffered under human swords;

Is this how we for women, pave way?

How then can the men say,

That we men are the potters and women the clay,

While molding their minds in man's own way.

Can we really wish them a happy women’s’ day?

When all forms of injustices, continue to stay.

-Vinod Shemron

A Craving Heart

My days without you were so brown,

It made me sad, low, and down;

I felt the chillness from top to down,

The true me, was already gone.

The happiness in seeing you,

The joyousness in feeling you,

The moments cherished with you,

Were long gone; as I still miss you

Long are the days without you,

Sad is me, without you;

Unhappy in my heart, and my day blue,

All would turn around when I hear ‘I love you’

My heart craves to speak out,

My tears go on drought,

For the happiness of you in me;

Is even greater than that, which others see

I sill wait with a craving heart,

In wholeness and not just a part,

I just wait for another chance,

To start back from the start

-Vinod Shemron

Pre-Proposal Anxiety

What is it that is stopping me?

The confusions that lie within me;

Would you love a person like me?

Would you accept my love for you?

There are many more questions that tangle my thought

Not allowing my mind to, the confusion-sort;

The way you see me, rekindles the love in me,

You for me, are more beautiful than that others see,

It is not the outer but the inner you, I see,

How I wish to express my love so free;

I am filled with joy and my face with glee,

Oh I see!

So this is what people call, a pre-proposal anxiety.

Over and over again, I fall for you,

Desperately dying to say I love you;

This excitement that fills my heart,

Tears my mind’s confusions apart;

Oh yea, I am in love,

Yes, me, it crazily drove;

It pushes me to propose my love to you,

And express my inner-most love for you,

Will you accept my love and allow me to journey with you?

-Vinod Shemron

Celebrating Love

My love:

You are so beautiful to my eye,

The sight of you makes my heart go, oh my!

My love for you does go higher than the sky,

This love for you makes me leap with joy,

And make my heart, smilingly cry;

Your eyes are like bloomed Marie-gold,

Oh the sight, to which my love, I was sold,

The kiss of your lip, it makes me strip,

All that is ill in our relationship;

Your tender cheeks, make me speak,

And your love for me makes me meek,

Your slender neck and your bosom sweet,

Ignites my senses and my body’s heat;

Your curvy hip, on which my hands slip,

Kindles the lust, as I on you creep,

Oh my love, as I go deep,

It makes me go mad, and my senses sweep;

In you my love as I penetrate,

There is nothing that can us separate,

As a life in you begins to mediate,

Between our worlds, where we love-celebrate

-Vinod Shemron

Not a Knot to Knot

Around your neck is tied a thali,

Which we may think is dominating and silly;

Bu it’s actual meaning differs,

For an unconditional love it refers.

The two ends do not symbolize the tangling,

Nor the confinement around your neck and your life dangling;

It is not a knot to knot,

But a knot that we both are caught;

Caught, not to get out,

But to allow our love sprout;

May our love always, remain cute,

As the envying minds go acute,

Our families come together as one,

To harmonize in God’s most beautiful tone;

Let us together:

Live a life in love and in strife,

For the others as husband and wife;

But for us as independent lovers,

Living in our heart-made bowers;

With a heart filled with love,

Sent as a gift from God above,

Making ‘you and I,’ we,

In God now and forever be…

-Vinod Shemron

A Covenant That We Sought

I look into your eyes my love,

As everything seems low, as I fly above;

The love for you that can only be felt,

Hard to believe how me, it dealt.

Sweet spoken words from you rosy lip,

That travels through in our relationship,

These words that matter so much to us,

Helps and pushes and tries to pull out all fuss.

I would love to hold your hand and walk,

With the admiration and acceptance with loads to talk,

Never let others to, you and me, mock;

C’mon honey, lets pull up our sock.

I will be there for you no matter what,

The love in me, you it bought.

To make a covenant, that we always sought ,

Here we are in a love-melting pot.

God has a plan for showing me, you,

To live together and that’s not a stew,

To live a life so old, yet so new,

Let the love within us, everyday renew.

-Vinod Shemron