Phases worth Living

pretty face, pink lips

eyes gleeful, manner carefree

soft long hair smelling sweet

daddy’s sweetheart, mama’s doll

a phase so beautiful, she never wanted it to pass

then came a life, thrilling and bubbly

surrounded by friends all day whole night

young at heart, on top of this world

too wondrous a phase, desirous to be held

progressed to another phase of wisdom

a lover, a wife, she became a mother

followed the lessons of pain, love and affection

she became giving, she was responsible

this surely was a phase worth experiencing

made her turn into a woman from a girl

now, she was old, a grandmother to little kids

telling many stories all day

answering hundred innocent questions

how she enjoyed every bit of it

they giggled and laughed for no reasons at all

made her memorize her young days from back long

from a tiny bud to a flower glorious

gradually to shed its petals to the earth

gorgeous were they all, all phases of her journey

she had to live them all to the full

for her to be complete, to be whole

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Child is the King

hungry  for power, seeking fame

everywhere with everyone

isn’t it the same game

those who got plenty, get to learn

the secret, to our existence

and hence, they begin their search

to happiness, to contentment

to learn and to relish

the simple joys of life

in the end

they all begin to realize

the one who has it all

inside us, hiding, sleeping

as we shake ourselves

to wake her up

it is the child in us who holds the key

to happiness within & around to see

it is she who holds the power eternal

none of the presidents, no politicians

not you, not me

it is only the child

who is the King

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Will You? My Love!

ever, if I fail to walk

my pace is slow to match yours

enlighten me my love

will you wait for me

ever, if I fail to see

the beauty hidden in this life of ours

through your eyes my love

will you let me see

ever, if i fail to hear

the music played by the waterfalls

& the honeybees

through your heart, my dearest

will you sing to me

ever, if i fail to hop

on the trampoline of joy

your strength, my dear

will you share it with me

i am aware, you’re going to say ‘Yes’

you shall never

deny my request

still, i need to hear once more

from you my love

please say it again just one more time

a ‘Yes’

to all that i ever

ask from you

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Terrorists

are they dying, or dead already

are they becoming zombies, the walking dead

emotions drying like fallen leaves

hearts absorbed by the demon

their blood becoming thick and dark

refusing to flow through their veins

caged minds impotent to realize

deeds progressing to barbaric

torturing souls to death

they who have turned into bombs

they who don’t dream without their guns

bringing darkness to swallow the light

there was a time they were humans themselves

today, unsympathetic to humanity

enemies to the children, to the whole mankind

cheating their own selves

ignorant of love, away from compassion

they who spread the shiver of terror

they, who are not called by names anymore

they are simply termed

as terrorists

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Curious of Nature

wind, now soothing against my face

and then harsh against my skin

flowers, now blooming inviting honey bees

and then leaving life, petals dried & dull

the soil, fertile, rich now

and then dry, bringing a drought

butterflies, now sleeping in cocoons

and then flapping those wings in a hurry

mountains, wearing the white sheet of snow

and then naked, letting the rivers to flow

trees, standing in silence patiently

and then swaying to the ruthlessness of the storm

rain, now bringing merriment to lives

and then voilent, turning into floods devastating

waves, bringing passion to the beach

and then showing their rage of tsunami

I wonder, so Curious I am

of the two faces of the mother nature

someone help me understand

be kind to feed my inquisitiveness

which is real and what’s pretending to be real

is it Life – the ultimate truth of our existence

or

is it Death – that holds the key

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