Thumbs Theory

thumbs on the hands

sad, left out to wonder

forming a group, the fingers unite

why have the thumbs been set aside

pretty rings, are all for fingers

beautiful and long

they sway to form many gestures

desirable to be touched by the lovers

they work to brush the soft pink lips

caress a loving face, hold it to kiss

in the meanwhile

the short and the cornered thumbs

sitting to rest, feeling too dumb

they are yet to realize their worth

do they know their part is to inspire

for thumbs up is the gesture we all aspire

going up of them bring a million smiles

fill life with laughter,

make spirits to touch the skies

well! well!

the thumbs are now happy, taking pride

they now have grasped

the PURPOSE of their existence

they now have understood

the thumbs theory

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#ThumbsUp #poetry 

If the Storm was a little Orderly

I wonder if the storm be a little orderly

would it be not so loud, so harsh

would it be a little less destructive

would the wind decrease its massive flow

would the tide rise not that high

If only the storm was a little orderly

would it not make the buildings to fall

would it not gulp lives too many

would a little more be spared from its wrath

If only the storm was a little orderly

the bridges may develop a few cracks

yet they won’t break completely

they would still allow the cars to pass

If only the storm was a little orderly

I would still find my wife and children back

for they wouldn’t end up being in the storm’s mouth

I would still find them standing under the tree

waiting for me

only if the storm was a little orderly

the storm sure, would loose its power

the power to become gigantic

It wouldn’t have turned into a STORM at all

If only the storm had learnt

to be a little orderly

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#poetry #storm #orderly

what You’ve done to Me

i wonder why

i feel light like a feather

i feel the light in my heart

don’t need a reason to smile

i am beautiful from the inside

i glow like shining gold

i shimmer like a gleaming diamond

the scent of my body fragrant without any flowers

my eyes shine with zeal

don’t need any wings to fly

i am no more what i were

o dear is this your love

what you’ve done to me

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I never had a Childhood

the boy on the door to deliver a parcel

looked no older than eleven years

wore a torn cap, no laces on his shoes

the buttons on his shirt, mostly missing

first he offered the package to me

and then a ledger with a pen

“would you please sign against your name Ma’am”

while I signed, I asked him how old was he

“I am not sure Ma’am, my mother never told me”

where was his mother, my heart forced me to ask

“I never saw her, she died the day I was born”

my heart broke, the ground slipped under my feet

I asked him since when he was working, doing deliveries

like a hard blow on my face his innocent answer came

“I have been working since the day I GREW UP Ma’am”

as he turned to leave he said to me in pain

“I was never a child Ma’am, I never had a childhood“

that parcel is still sitting in my room unopened

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Envy & Grace

two sisters – unborn

dreaming together in the womb

holding each other’s hand

fondly in love, even before birth

sharing the sack

the fluid they gulped into their lungs

sharing every thought, each moment

be it happiness, pain or love

flawlessly playing their part

blooming a relationship wonderful

the sisters finally took birth

still unaware of the sadness of the world

sigh..

the cruel teachings of the inhumane

made them part their path

for one of them grew up as Ms. Grace

the other was named Ms. Envy

need more to be told of this story?

how two loving souls

doomed

to turn forver

into enemies

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mySestina Wonderland

my little salt, little pepper like heart

beating for broccoli and spring onions

peri peri sauce for a tinge of excitement

i need some wine

i need a vacation

o dear chicken of imagination

bring me a plane to my destination

serve me a beach of salads of all kinds

some bread and donuts by the side

i want my knives and forks all clean

cover me with a napkin of peace

lying down all day the sunny side way

to not let Mr. Time to pass too fast

I am holding a clock in my hand

for I want to stay a little longer here

in mySestina wonderland

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The Junkyard

for their little left worth

to be sold, for few pennies

Junk, sitting in the Junkyard

a wooden chair with a broken arm

its fabric stinking of some heavy metal

an air conditioner with its compressor broken

the plug on it’s wire missing, at the end

books from the past, their paper turned yellow

with many missing pages, their covers all torn

a bike with its handle twisted

tyres deflated, the paddles jammed

broken toys of all sorts and shapes

a little horse, a train and a few barbie dolls

Junk in the Junkyard lying without any life

spider’s net covering some of it

layers of dust covering it all

it may be, of little worth today

or may be, of no worth at all

yet, the Junkyard holding it all so dearly

not wanting to let go any of it

because it has held the junk for so long

the Junkyard NOW

ONLY COMPLETE with the Junk

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#poetry #junkyard

The Power of Words

words inspire
words conspire
they can make one win
they can make one sin
words can hurt
words can heal
they can mend
they can break
love, they can contain
they dominate

potential of words is beyond compare
let’s choose our words with care

let’s bring a smile to someone’s face
let’s make this world a meaningful place

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#Poetry #WordPower #Words

Colors of the Sky

I stood on the top of the mountain

my arms wide open inviting the sky

its light blue color showering serenity

reflecting a glow peaceful, so calm

seeing me consuming its beauty so gently

the sky decided to tease me a little

throwing a party, it invited the clouds

changing its color from light blue to black

dark clouds smiled invited the lightening

with a flash of light tiny drops started to fall

I felt the drizzle on my face so soft

closed my eyes, my arms still wide open

I stood there hugging

pretty colors of the sky

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Did I ?

did I plan to suffer

no I didn’t

did I make friends with pain

no I didn’t

did I tell my eyes to cry

no I didn’t

did I ask you to be mine

yes, I did

& you said ‘No’

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#poetry #heartbreak