Smiles so Natural

in an old age home, stayed Maria

a woman abandoned of life

her children had dumped her there

her tears took a long while to dry

she sat alone at times in her small room

with a picture she held tight against her chest

it was a picture of her grand son Sammy

she would look at it, with her eyes not blinking

the picture was pure and an exceptional one

it was special and beautiful in its own way

for in the picture, she held tiny Sammy in her arms

both kissing each other, giving a smile

a smile so natural in all possible ways

for both of them looked eternally adorable

both looked like a child, both looked a little old

for none of them possessed those pearls 

pearls that we call teeth

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I’m glad that you left me

a few years back

you left me heartbroken

you left me crying

I begged you to stay by my side

you didn’t feel my pain a bit

you behaved ignorant to my love

as if you had a heart of stone

yes, a heart of stone 

I was alone, I screamed

knowing no one would listen

I cursed myself to have fallen for you

I cursed myself not to love me enough

couldn’t do much about it

years passed, time showed me the way

made me strong to fight the pain

taught me not to remain at anyone’s mercy

sewed the broken pieces of my heart

prepared me to live my life

and here I am, for this heart of mine

to fall in love yet again

not with you 

but, with the one who’s gonna love me back

I am glad today

you left me that day

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A Frail Smile

she tried hard – to hide her pain

made her eyes to refuse – to host the tears 

yet, the frail smile on her lips

narrated the story in detail

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‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

I am going to relax a little, I sink into the couch

filled my favorite glass with beer lazily

I am about to sip the fizzy froth

my wife – she called, please help me with the dishes

I said ‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

turn down the music a little, she said

‘O honey, I’m having a beer’

daddy, daddy, can we go for a movie, said my son

‘O munchkin, I’m having a beer’

your mom is on the phone for you, called my daughter

‘O dear, I’m having a beer’

hey man come wanna go for a walk? called my neighbour

‘Enough, I’m having a beer’

I am home today after a long week of work

it’s my day off, please give it to me

I’m so happy having a beer

please let me have a beer – my way

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#poetry #leisure

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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Over a little Sin

it’s not just love, that I have in me

my soul is a little hateful too

it’s not only smile that I wear on my lips

my soul gets angry too

true, I have compassion to fill me

at times I feel a little of rage

yes, I am gentle most of the times

yet, stubbornness puts me in a cage

I am a human

am I to be flawless?

without having tasted a little sour of me

would they know the taste of the sweet

for all my emotions, for all my faces,

I tend to feel complete

I guess, the cycle of tastes

must go on, to take circles now and then

isn’t that the secret, to make us all

relish the good, over a little sin

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The Juggler Almighty

teasing the stages of life in his hands

throwing up and catching one after the other

the Juggler Almighty

playing his game flawless

completing uncountable circles

releasing a thrill while making us go high

sending a shiver letting us coming down

ensuring relief by catching us all

never letting any of us to fall

his game continues, never fails to end

green, blue, red – all colors in his store to lend

must our lives to look, like a rainbow to him

must he relish a sight so scenic

making us jump, making us speed down

letting us rest to a quick still,

then to ready us for a jump again

for us, he’s always at work

the Juggler Almighty

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#poetry #juggler

An unending show of Circus

a child – thrilled

with the glory of magicians and jugglers

tricked by the tricksters 

laughed at the funny ways of the clown

scared by the presence of a tiger around

astounded by the courage

of the man disciplining the big cat

amazed to see the enormous size of an elephant

seeing the bright colors of the birds performing

enjoying many moments

eyes filled with excitement

his heart raced many a times

laughed merrily during the show

even felt sad for a few reasons

could he ever imagine

the enjoyable show he was watching today

to turn into a tough reality tomorrow

did he realize his own life

to turn into an unending show of circus 

in just a few more years

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#poetry #circus #life

The Silent Leaf

the leaf that’s giving life to the tree

that leaf giving shade to a tired man

that leaf swaying to the music of the wind

that leaf making the garden greener

that leaf without which, the tree won’t remain a tree anymore

that leaf that’s the ornament of the branches

that leaf that dies one day

that leaf turns dry, falls down on the ground

that dry leaf, that children love to crush under their feet

for they love the sound of the crush..

that leaf, oh! how I admire its selflessness

that leaf, that beautiful leaf

lying on the ground silently

asking for nothing!

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#poetry #nature #selflessness #leaf

Don’t cry like Girls

Don’t cry like GIRLS! 

Often boys are told this. Just one sentence that has such a heavy and dark meaning to it. Are we are telling our boys that girls are weak? Are we telling are girls that they are not strong enough?

This is such a sexist statement, that girls and boys often grow up listening to. Aren’t we not preparing our generations to become what we ourselves criticize. Telling the boys that they can man handle the girls when they want to. Assuring the girls that they always need someone to protect them.

We don’t realize but many things that we put into the minds of our children leads to changes in the society. It’s all on us how to raise them. Whether we want to nurture them with good practices or we want to lead them to a weak and filthy future.

Somewhere deep down, when we give it a thought, we understand that such statements encourage the bigger problems to come challenge us in future. The dark reality of eve teasing and rapes starts to haunt us starting from the four walls. 

I pledge not to raise my children with such sexist statements to contribute towards what little I can do for the society.

After all, it’s a matter of our children’s future!

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#GenderEquality

From a little Height

on the top of the mountain

as I stood and looked down

the city didn’t look the same to me

to my wonderment, it seemed another

thousands of dim lights twinkled at me

never thought it would look so different

from a distance, from a little height

all those people walked in union

the markets didn’t seem conjested anymore

the cars running, injecting life into the roads

the stunning map view of the city

made it look flawless, somehow a little fresh

I couldn’t see no hunger, no poverty

there didn’t seem to be any dirt on the streets

kids laughing, racing to catch a kite

how I felt the lost zeal coming to life

I thought to myself

the city isn’t as dull as I thought it was

it’s still full of charm that needs to be discovered

I still could find happiness there, had I endeavoured

today, I realize the lost beauty of the city

may be because I am looking at it

from a distance, from a little height

I am watching the city

from the top of the mountain

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#city #perspective #poetry