What to expect when you’re expecting!

I’m no expert as this is my first child

Trust me the feeling is great

When I found out about it, I smiled

It really is awesome fate!

The nausea creeping in everyday

And the weird feeling behind the throat

It’s a promise they made to never go away

‘Oh what a nuisance’, I quote.

The hunger pangs I have are crazy

It’s like the baby is really very hungry

I’ve gotten, oh so, insanely lazy

I could live in a twenty-four supply food country.

With all of this come the numerous mood swings

Irritated one minute and all smiles the next

Confusion hangs on many strings

I only think, ‘oh what’s gonna come next?’

Ask anyone how has their pregnancy been

They praise it as greatly as can be

They give you such a painted scene

Beauty brag is all you can see.

The truth is always withheld by them

They do not give you the actual story

A little heads up wouldn’t condemn

Their so called high held glory.

I agree that it’s a wonderful feeling

To see your baby on the screen every month

At times I think I’m only dreaming

But the joy is a reality pinch all at once.

Expect it to be a roller coaster ride

Nine months are a mixture of emotions

Good bad and ugly, all by your side

It’s a happy dive for forty weeks into the ocean.

-Adelene Coelho

Bereaved.

It is a dark shady morning

I guess even the skies knew

That a family was bitterly mourning

The death of pearl that didn’t construe.

They had no mere warning

Not even a clue of it being around the corner

Destiny knew this was dawning

As cold as it is , it won’t even get any warmer.

To see her beautiful soul lay down

At the most peaceful place

She was a queen in every town

Yet her home was her saving grace.

The famous, the middle group paid their respect

The poor, the rich were all equal today

Her kindness did have a grave effect

Her memories will never fade away.

Relatable ‘Chandni’, her smile was moon lit,

Speaking ‘English-Vinglish’ in her own dialect

She was the spirited ‘Mom’ who didn’t quit

Her ‘Lamhe’ did have the shine reflect.

It is never easy to lose our kin

It is not easy to pretend it’s okay

God’s good meed lies fair within

The nation stands at half mast in prayer.

#Sridevi #restinpeace

-Adelene Coelho

Jailed Lovers

Every year there’d be a grand carnival,

Held at a prison in Dallas,

It was a typical religious festival,

Where the prison was decorated like a palace. 

Once a year, only for five days,

The barricades were off regardless of the gender,

And that’s when a lover’s eye met their gaze,

Giving a love so warm and tender. 

On day one they were organising the decor,

Together being the responsible one, 

From self introduction to smiles rolling on the floor,

They hailed as two distinct but were divided by none.

Day two got them closer than the first,

They had already learnt about each other’s lives,

It didn’t matter whose crime ranked worst,

Their love was sharper than all the knives.

His hobby ranged between drink and dance,

While hers was more to cook and sing,

They knocked at fate and took a chance,

The chords of laughter now had strings.

At the lunch table, whispers would hear,

About the two having an affair,

Some mouths envious and some with cheer,

Those two prisoners didn’t care! 

Day three had costume rehearsals for all,

Every one played a role in the grand play,

The love birds were obeying each other’s call,

Complimenting and kissing, driving the time away.

They’d hold hands and walk around,

Even the guards were happy to see,

That love bloomed and t’was found,

In this prison as illegal as it may be.

Day four was a leisure given to everybody,

Chitter chatter was louder than usual,

The two spoke like there’s nobody,

That day ended in their superficial visual.

The final day had now arrived,

The last time they might get to see each other,

Doubtful if they say, “yeah we survived!”

They had to find a way to be together. 

As the carnival had begun,

The guest of honour was the state chief,

With Fun and frolic beneath the beautiful sun,

The inmates left behind their eyes of grief. 

The final showdown had a play,

Showcasing the stories of some prisoners,

While one portrayed the gangs astray,

The other mend the hearts of million listeners.

Amidst the jamboree gathered there,

The crowd was gushed into a silence,

And then a plea was heard somewhere,

When a face showed up in confidence.

He said he loved her and wanted to be with her

For the rest of his life, from this day forward,

She stared teary eyed but didn’t stir,

He went down on one knee leading the gaze onward.

He proposed his life to be at her feet,

If she denied he may not live longer,

He had surfaced his time in prison street,

Only her love could now make him stronger.

In a heart beat she said yes!

She didn’t know how she could live without him,

Alas her love she did confess,

She kissed him till she filled the brim.

The inmates grew a loud roar,

They clapped and cheered them on,

No one saw the prisoners in them anymore,

The hatred was long gone!

The chief ordered an inmate wedding,

And he asked them to take oath before God,

He made sure to know where they’re heading,

He pledged to the court that regarded this odd.

He stood as guarantor for these two,

For, for the first time love blossomed in a prison,

They were transformed into souls anew,

A star had set and a star had risen.

Today they have a beautiful family,

Kids are married off and grandchildren visit,

His name is John and hers Emily,

Prison walls have the names engraved in it.

Unfortunately they were not allowed to leave,

Their crimes had come in between,

But having served more than 10 years up their sleeve,

The prison had seen a signal – Green!

They were granted permission to live in peace,

With one another once they marry,

They bid the abhor barricades cease,

That prison is now a love sanctuary.

-Adelene Coelho

Burnt yet Living

Hats off to the woman disfigured with burns.

She has fought back undying

Acid or fire whatever the hell t’was

Head to toe, even her fingers are scarred.

I see her everyday travel in the metro

Full of people jotting thoughts when they see her.

I am also one among them

Always thinking what the reason could be. 

But when I see her blazing spirit

I’m consumed by her coloured humbleness

There is no anger or distress on her face

Not that we could see any physically.

She wears a discoloured smile like her crown 

And moves forward dignified

She’s just like any other girl

In love , with friends and a spiteful family.

Yet here she is as differential as you and me

But with Forgiveness distributed all around

She listens to rock and is sharply dressed

She also tells jokes and hums songs!

Does it occur to anyone at all?

That acts like these invite more power

Women come out stronger than before

Bruising the ego of those who harmed her.

In a country of billion people

I should feel safe and sound

But when I see her, I’m only reminded 

We plant more thorns throughout.

I cannot imagine being in her place,

I might probably not even survive

Those women who have no faith in humanity now

Need to look up-to her as an example of Dunkirk spirit.

Sometimes I try to envision her real face 

She would have been a pretty one

Disgrace to our community for destroying it

They failed miserably in taking out one more soul.

Hats off to the woman scarred in burns

She is just like you and me

We need to learn to be affirmative and meek

It’s a monumental world out there we have to grace.
-Adelene Coelho 

Trapped

“Hello? Can you hear me?

I’m trapped in here!”

No one heeds my plea

No one’s anywhere near.

 
The walls are mounted so high

I cannot even climb them down

Each night just rides by

I’m still wearing a thorns’ crown.

 
Does my voice reach your ears?

Can you listen to what I speak ?

Again I only melt into tears

Smothered in errors, feeble and weak.

 
I watch the world move on outside,

My days pass by in solitude

I’m dying everyday on the inside

Yet breathing on hope to be renewed.

 
Each day is so familiar

I’m stepping into the same hallway

Unwashed and quite peculiar

I stroll around planning to run-away.

 
There’s suicidal in my eyes

As they blink endlessly all day

I watch as my soul gently dies

Trapped is how I’ll have to stay.

 
-Adelene Coelho

Tea or Coffee

All of Mankind can’t get over one thing,

Be it a dewy night or the bright morning,

Is, if coffee is better or Tea takes the medal

At no point could this debate ever settle.

When the world is at odds and the mind is at sea

We tend to seize the day and brew some tea,

But, if the coffee beans fragrance is passed over

Me and myself turn into this reckless rover!

Every other day we have a huge fall out,

I’m sure you know what the fuss is all about

A part of me loves coffee, the other is all for tea

And that is the only reason we wouldn’t agree.

Now let me tell you a tiny little secret,

I’m sure you’ll want to try and believe it,

The world is living on this giant seesaw

Where coffee and tea, are lovers and hee haw!

From frappe, Americano, cappuccino to Latte

In Starbucks, Caribou or Costa-your favourite cafe,

There’s also Jasmine, Green, Chamomile and Lemon tea

‘Oh Lord!’ What’s your choice going to be?

Let’s cut out the fight and enjoy the cup

Three Cheers with our hands lifted up

Because it’s happiness tasted and time well spent

Tea or Coffee, we’re here, gratefully present.

-Adelene Coelho

Secret Lovers..

I know you don’t owe me

And I shouldn’t ask for more

You’ve already set me free

But it’s still the same as before.

I know I don’t own you

And maybe I never ever will

Yet we’re stuck on like glue

You’re my comfort still.

I shouldn’t show you what I feel

And I try hard not to do so

But it’s just as simple as it is real

Bitter as can be for one day I’ll be no more.

 
I know you love me certainly

As dark things are dearly loved

In secret and in between, so personally

My soul and your shadow, beloved.

It’s only with the heart one can see

Rightly, as the eye is invisible to all

So If you live longer than me,

Come to my grave n fill flowers at the wall.

Before the ending, I have one desire

If you can fulfil it just once

Take my thoughts and make them your fire

Let no one know our secret dunce!

 
-Adelene Coelho

Intimacy 

 
The euphoria is feeble and soft 

Whenever you are in surround

It’s beautiful and I am always lost

Painting rainbows all around.

Your glance runs shivers down my spine

I wonder what your touch would do

Familiarising with your well made outline

If we kissed- God bless you! 

Each time you walk past me,

A sharp spark, flames, deep inside 

Knowing you’ll want to feel me in 3D

Cmon no more lies, you cannot hide.

When you take a step towards my seat

Or pull me closer in least attention

Have mercy on us! It’s nature’s heat

Sigh! Do…I…really need to mention?

It’s all in the imagination most of the days

I have no idea if it will ever get real,

We have eyes to wonder but time still decays

You’ve got the spirit kisses to print and reveal.

Boy we never stop to think that time is ticking

Yet you make us a sweetheart of a deal

Only our minds are rapidly clicking 

On hope of touch and kiss with nerves of steel. 
-Adelene Coelho 

So close yet so far

You’re like the instant camera

And I’m like your mini lense 

You wanna snap shot without stamina

But it doesn’t really make any sense.

Every division saw us grow together

Weaker in knees and stronger in heart

Our love is a mere affair like the weather

Spring or Fall, we don’t know where to start.

You want to be with me too, I know

Yet you want to dance to the other seasons

The quintessence of sprite, heaven will show

Between the fever and your reasons. 

You’re around me and we both know well

In pursuit of the thing, you want to stay

The worlds largest places cannot parallel

Being so close yet so far, far away.
-Adelene Coelho

Feel…

If I call you more than twice,

I’m either on my period or just drunk,

My heart is sure not made of ice,

Yet every minute my fleet is sunk.

If I take your name all the time,

I’m either in love or just mad at you

Weighing how I survived in your crime,

Through all the skies that stayed blue.

If I speak to you and ask if you listen 

I’m just confirming I have your attention

Cause you never what you’re missin’ 

A thousand scandals in our connection.

If I look at you down the hallways

I’m only making sure you notice me,

It’s like a play we see at the broadway

The audience and host must always agree.

If I try hard to please you so,

It’s only because you’re special

I speak no more for none to know 

I regard it nothing as superficial.

If one day you feel nothing of the above 

It’s probably because I’m no more

My wishes were only for your humble love,

Same, as in the lives we have shared before!

-Adelene Coelho

Connect

Is there something you both connect to

It can be anything that you both strike

For all you have or both can do

A line more circular and/or alike.

Does it feel more like home base

When you can see each other around

And then it’s a mere funeral place

When all you both do is whisper to the ground

Do you both enjoy munching on chips

Or drinking shots till the night gets old

Dancing to flavoured music bumping hips

Sullen, bowed and Sharing the silly mould.

Have you ever tried to Bungy jump

Or gone for a sky dive instead

It’s exactly how you say you’re stump,

When you realise the other one is really dead.

So do you still connect to something at all?

Anything you feel or see or hear,

Sometimes it takes an obeyed call,

To escape this swoon of fear. 

If it’s pacing in your head every now and then

Either one of you needs to give it a go

Better to have one common pyramid than ten

If you cannot tell now, none will ever know.

-Adelene Coelho

Some where in the corners of my world

You’ve left a mark I cannot hide

You can see it when my eyes unfurl

With the sadness of not being on your side.
We know it’s been a real roller coaster 

Sometimes you’re in the front seat and sometimes I

We’re just a day older and one step closer

Sitting in chairs un-companionably nigh. 
When you look at me with unspoken words

I can sense all that you’d want to say

Today is all about wondrous scope affords

Love is what remains yet cast away.
A closeness, a concern, a patience and emotion

We have a heart but always is broken

A fear, an attachment, A wish and deeds

 We’re bandits: this is all of our needs!
-Adelene Coelho

First Kiss

Oh how I remember so well

The kiss that owned me back then

The past where the memory does dwell

Kissing the omen; oh Amen!

A nervous wreck I were at the time

When he closed in leaving no space 

To present a pure unstained prime,

His lips touched mine in sheer grace.

A tingling feeling ran down my spine

I didn’t want to stop yet felt I should

Much more passion on his side than mine

I’ll be damned, it was that good!

His arms folded around me in grip

I sensed his breath in mine

As he moved from the bottom to the top lip

Never wondered but it was just fine.

A peck on the cheek numerous times

And swift brushing against the neck

Clenched in a poets unending rhymes

The winds whistled right at the deck.

The kiss was short, and sweetly wrapped 

The passion flew through our souls

Every kiss gets us trapped

Extended far beyond controls.
-Adelene Coelho

I know … But … 

I know I keep talking when you’re around

It can be a lot to really hear

But you have patience in full surround

And listen to me in all ear.

I know you look at me in a different way

I know it cause I can sense well

But I don’t know if this would stay

Well, only time will tell.

I know you care more than many

I know ’cause I can see

But are you really the greatest of any?

To captivate your own heart and set it free.

I know you can wait for me for hours

I know cause I’ve made you do so

But without any complaints and only flowers

You come as a fragrance and in a jiffy have to go.

I know you are always there for me

I know cause I have seen you

But in my darkness you never knit up a fee

Instead you create me new!

I know you keep track of my likes

I know cause you’ve even noted the opposite too

But didn’t you even find the moment strikes?

To stop me from making myself into a stew?

I know you’re as nice as can be

I know cause I’ve been a part of it

But didn’t you think it’s enough of the whining me

Couldn’t you really just admit?

I know we’re friends and it’ll forever remain

I know cause it’s what we are going through

But can we make it here again

Then next time after this life we bid adieu.

-Adelene Coelho

The KNOW-IT-ALL type

This is what do you do when you know someone,

Who thinks they’re well versed with the world,

Shake it and shimmy it to have some fun,

Cause now they’re going to have it all unfurled.

They need to have a name tag before they speak,

So most of us get well prepared for the next,

‘Silence now!’, our minds do shriek,

Showing ’em their future is now going to be vexed.

They know the facts but choose to live in a trivia

And their brain consists of useless information

It’s like claiming to own the west Bolivia

With the important knowledge hidden from the nation.

“Watch out we got a smart ass over here” we smirk

When we interact with our fellow beings at times,

Be it at home, the park or mostly at work,

It’s never worth any dollars, nickels or dimes.

There are many “know-it-all” that we already know,

With an Ambition to have all the answers,

That lingers at the tip of their tongue in flow,

Swaying like professional dancers.

They are more of a department all in all,

With the daintiest prescriptions out there,

They go up the ladder and down the wall,

Yet they don’t understand we barely care!

-Adelene Coelho