God's Masterpiece

Am I a He or a She.?

I sit to wonder, what I would be,

Cause I feel so trapped in this masculinity,

Struggling to unravel my femininity.

Hard it is for me, in men's vicinity,

Forced am I to let go my dignity.

Bat and ball are not my game,

In which most men find their fame;

Will it remain the same?

The company of women, me, it thrills,

Men drool, and I go head over heels,

I get so excited on shopping sprees,

But the thought, I'm physically Man, makes me freeze.

I crave to create my own identity,

Fighting my fight, for eternity.

Rejected by my family, culture and society,

I still remain with tangled thoughts in perplexity.

Why should I remain this way?

Is it wrong to be born a transgender,

Is it not God's grandeur and splendour?

Why then am I treated like an untouchable?

Am I not like you, strong and stable?

I am God's masterpiece,

One of a kind, even though a few like me.

It sure is a mystery to you,

To gaze with lust, which isn't new.

All I cry for is acceptance,

Without considering me a disturbance.

As I accept you the way you are,

Why wouldn't you, to me, be fair?

-Vinod Shemron

Expectations

All I (we) want is this…

You and I to live happy and nice,

To create a world that is cute and nice;

To feel you while you feel me,

To know you like you know me,

To be the one you wanted US to be;

May my fantasies, be your desires,

And may your thoughts be my actions;

May we live to satisfy our need,

And fulfill our deepest dreams;

May your people, be mine,

Like my people, yours;

May the world, envy our love,

And crave to be more like us;

May we live to be till the end,

What we dreamt to be.

Let our relationship last longer than the world can tell its story,

And the seas knew where it came from,

End of the day it’s you and me

For you are mine,

And I am yours.

-Vinod Shemron

Christian Realisation

We have not been how we ought to be,

But helped our-self with all we see;

Speaking your word, how we want it to be

Happy and cosy, in prosperity;

We will not carry on a royal life,

Nor make it hard for those in strife,

Or hold them like, a neck under knife,

But live the way you wanted us to live;

We commit ourselves to do your will,

To live for the weak and push the poor to speak;

Lead us and guide us to do your will,

To live for the others and still be meek;

-Vinod Shemron

Emptiness

Mind is so blank,

Like an empty tank,

To be cleaned and cleared

By the one so dear;

In silence I see, she is still not near;

Body is incessantly working,

But, mentally nil

Still waiting in the stillness,

Foregoing all my illness,

In silence I wait, to feel her closeness;

I feel extremely sad

My inner self feels bad,

Yet my mind is still blank,

Like a pebble that just sank,

In distortion I seek, to find eternal solace;

-Vinod Shemron

The “You” In Me

As I look into your eye,

I see not a world that is dry,

But the most colorful garden,

Colored in green and golden,

The feel of your touch,

Makes me love you as much,

With a heart of love in me,

Makes me love, the ‘you’ in me;

Great is the God, who created you,

Creative he is in showing me, you;

Lovely is the seed of love that’s sown,

In my heart to feel it as it’s shown;

-Vinod Shemron