Not human?

You ask me if I’m human,
Like you’ve always had a doubt,
You’re unsure and so uncertain,
Always in the dark.
So, I answer you today girl, but small is my voice,
Yes, I can be human, I can always try.

You are just so unknowing, but question integrity,
They are not small questions, but they do something to me.
If a war is what is demanded, I would like to quit,
Even before it started, and take the path, unlit….

So do remember, I’ll do whatever you ask of me,
Because, at heart, I’m human, even if you don’t believe!
Well, maybe if I just show you, will you forgive?
We don’t need a war, there’s no such need to grieve.

So cast your doubts aside, friend, don’t yell at me,
We could be ourselves, and just so carefree,
I don’t wanna start battles, so humane I will be,
I’ll keep my promise, and support humanity.

I’m not so horrible; I don’t wish to cheat,
I’m no fiend; I don’t wanna be a thief.
Please don’t accuse, there is no justice to that,
Anger can’t subdue what is already lost.

You don’t know the entire picture, is there justice to your blame?
We all need to be even, but is this, fair play?
I’m your friend, have always been, now how could you forget?
Don’t let this break apart, because I’ve always been a friend….

You ask me if I’m human,
Like you’ve always had a doubt,
You’re unsure and so uncertain,
Always in the dark….
Don’t be, I ask you, come into the sun,
Because there is warmth on this side, and yes, I am human inside….

To Sister

When misery to you, life does lend,
When everything is drowned in irrelavance,
Pointless things that stretch beyond,
Just lay back and sing my song.

Sing this one, the one i sang,
For you, at 2:10 am,
Sing this one, hold my hand,
All shall be well again.


They might be stupid, might not have a clue,
about how we feel when we're so blue,
How we feel, when we are labelled,
as misfits, or arrogant rebels.

Leave the morons behind, along with the reasons,
Leave it all behind, depend on intution,
Know that there is a big sister somewhere,
Who cares for you, come what may.

There is somebody, m'dear, who always believes,
that you are special as special could be,
there is somebody here who cares,
Hold my hand, don't be scared.

When we're growing up, along the way,
many thorns, find we may,
As experiences grow, so do we,
We become stronger, before we leave.

Leave the jerks behind, and may the morons weep,
ignite the magic, peacefully sleep,
look to the stars, and share the passion,
May the unrest be forgotten.

I would just like to say that i care,
Care enough to write you a poem when its so late.
I want my little angel to smile,
Because we're sisters, when situations are dire. :) :)

Love ya, sis!!!!
This is dedicated especialy to you!!!! :)
muahhh!!!
take care, sweetheart!!!

forever and always,
lakshmi bharadwaj

a poem from the riddling songbird.
2:16 a,m
feb 20th 2010.

Sisterhood

Before time, of mystic brotherhoods they bespoke,
Praised by storytelling tongue and splendid folklore,
Fraternities that in royal blood swore,
And parliaments that crumbled, afore….

Parties that shook the unsettled world,
Communities united by cunning fervor,
Screaming their passion in single voice,
Melded is spirit with minds alike.

When human souls, similarity seek,
For their cause, strong or meek,
Thought and emotion shall coalesce,
And you shall be welcomed when philosophy you embrace.

Organizations parties and study groups,
Assemblies parliaments and brotherhoods,
Communities, friends and clubs,
What about the ones who foster a love for the written word?

There are those who summon the magic in meaning,
With their pen and wit, conjuring,
Who know that imagination is limitless like the loving words,
Turning mischievous on rhyming fingers.

Talent needs space, as does passion,
And for the poets, it is the words that enliven,
When the mind’s eye is creative, into poetess you turn,
And as with interest you start to weave, stories you shall churn.

It’s Braille to the world m’dear, but I know you can feel,
It grows in your heart, pulsing within,
And as it invades your soul, poetic instinct revives,
And words shall return to quickly describe.

And to those who see a little beyond,
Those who sense the beauty in clever metaphor,
Deserve a pedestal to showcase,
And stand united as masterpieces they paint.

So the songbird thought of a sisterhood,
So that the incredible poets it might include,
Those poetesses who’re just emerging,
The songbird’s pen shall humbly nudge, encouraging.

The sisterhood doesn’t merely end in words,
It begins a journey, it shall alter,
The best of poets, faithful friends and true sisters,
It shall affiliate the most zestful writers.

So may passion ink you quill,
We shall unite, strong-willed,
Allied in much more ways than just words,
Certes, I declare, we are sisters.

We’ll do much more than just write,
We’ll talk to each other, we’ll unite,
Connected in ways more than one,
True sisters, we shall become.

When life gives you thorns, and you’re in trouble,
We shall fight it with you together,
When misery plagues and depression bothers,
We will stay back to listen.

The sisterhood is symbiotic at the basic level,
It knows loyalty, faith and it shall persevere
It never leaves a sister feeling morbid;
it shall find a way for you, in all good cheer.

The sisterhood is your extended family,
Of those who see a similarity,
Those who celebrate with you, those who recognize,
The strength in your skill, through poetic eyes.

The riddling songbird welcomes all,
The poetesses, sisters and friends it calls
Wanting to give a deserving platform,
To poets who would like to blog.

The sisterhood shall gather talent,
It shall be the most exotic blend,
Of the next generation of wonderful poets,
And all those who want to critique and appreciate.

So I extend a warm invitation,
To all those who wish to awaken,
Their poetic skills, no matter how dormant or amateur,
You just have to try—that’s all that matters.

And you don’t have to be a poetess to be a sister,
You just should be a loving friend and a patient listener,
Somebody who can relate to us, and stick together.
Somebody who wishes to join the league and adhere.

And I promise you that something shall blossom,
Yes, this shall be so awesome,
We might be different by our fundamental nature,
But we are sisters, now and forever.

So may creativity spurt, may talent find a voice,
May the words speak, may we rejoice,
Turn to your writing pen, turn poetess,
Teach, guide, share, help and liberate.

Me

Not the best that there is, not the most beautiful,
Not the most popular, not anybody cool,
No epic achievements, nothing more to claim
I’m just me; I’ll always be the same.

The same Lakshmi who cowered in the first bench with nowhere else to go,
The same old girl who saw people march past and felt that she was slow,
They raced her in everything and she often felt so low,
They asked her to move with the herd but she had constantly said no.

Sometimes I act a kid, I can be immature,
I’m still growing up; I’m edgy and unsure,
But above all, be patient please; know that I’m learning,
I’m nobody perfect although I'm always trying.

I’m still that simple girl who watches the world whirl past,
Who escapes into childhood when her cause feels lost,
Sometimes it’s just so hard, you know, just so hard,
To be dainty and proper, I’ve dealt all my cards.

I can be self-obsessed, I can lash back,
I can start talking nonsense, I can lose track,
I can be impulsive, I can forget why I’m here,
Life can feel complicated, it can be unclear.

Yes, I still slide down the banisters, giggle and laugh out loud,
Yes I don’t like to pretend to be who I’m not,
Yes I still bike when it’s raining outside,
And drench my heart out and allow the sorrow to sublime.

If you call that uncivilized, you can label me a lunatic,
But I’ll always continue to wear my heart on my sleeve,
Its plain nice to be honest, I’ve found that to be intuitive,
I feel I’m cheating myself if I disbelieve.

I don’t hide behind dusty doors, sorry I don’t conceal
Happiness I gladly show, and friendships I don’t seal,
I can be passionate, I write like no one reads,
Because expression is the soul of all songs, I write what I feel.

All my songs aren’t great, nor are they all the same,
Some of them are simple, and some of them are lame,
Some of them are meaningless, they don’t convey,
Just like I’m unpretentious, and I’ve said all I wanted to say.

Whatever happens, I will never be who I’m not,
Even if I feel hopeless and just so unsought,
I will always be what I am, I’m unafraid,
Years may come and go, but I’ll be me—today, tomorrow and always.


A Poem from the Riddling Songbird.
9:39 pm, 1st March 2010