The Piranha in me....

I am a women,
Gentle, soft,
Supposed to be Graciously!

Tender eyes, child like.
Defying bystanders victoriously!
Creating life, nurturing generations.
Countless roles depicted in various forms,
Durga, Sarasvati, Kali and so on....
Depicts defining me.

There is strength,
Character, nobility,
Am I meant to be impregnability?

I stand tall,
For all needing me.
Destroying demons inherently.

A challenged Child!
Poor and old!
Innocent, feeble!
Weak in some form.

Touch me rashly.
Hurt me or anybody
you will see,
The Piranha in me!
Vicious teeth,
Magical speed
I am capable,
creating a palisade!

Beware deflected minds.
Don't harm me!
I am a women,
Having myriad forms.

Affront me,
You will witness
The Jaguar,
Might in me!
Cari be teeth!
Yes, I am a women!!

I am pickled jalapeno.....

I am pickled jalapeno,
With salt - Vinegar,
On your kitchen counter!
In a transparent glass jar.

I can see, feel you.
Talking, smiling,
Singing, Chopping.
Preparing each meal.
For your loved ones.
You can see me,
Sitting only as a pickle jar!!

I am waiting for my chance
In anticipation to add some flavor!
In the mean time watching, Listening
I see life around !!

You are also probably
Waiting for your time!
Living your life,a Jar.

You are caged in your pickled-Life jar
And me in my real pickle jar,
I see people, things and emotions around.
You see only pickled jars.
Struggling inside each Jar.
My time would come
And so will yours,
We are both little
Pickle Jars.