Epigraph:

Spoiling the fun is getting fun


Sandwiching oneself
In a crammed place
Is piling ***** up
Or glomming grasshoppers
As it testifies one's
Strength and stamina
That one needs
To spend ample time there
Jostling and finding
A suitable seat
A neck to neck competition
Though only for standing

Party poppers
Are connoisseur in this field
No card carved for them
They trespass halls
With panache
And strut like a special guest
Who gets the cynosure
And add candies to the celebration
Here, instinct does the work well
And it drives and drags them
To beautiful bashes or pow-tows
But simultaneously
it be controlled and switched off
If strikes once, twice or thrice
Allured, they fall into oblivion
That lounging much longer
In the pools of joys
Gathers gatherings
And some of them
*** amok to mop the mess
And they had better learn
Entering the banquets
with no invitation
Is mounting on monkeys
And climbing up the trunk.

Epigraph:

We dislike those things
Which have provided us comfort!


What they pine for
Is what we never
think of that for them.
They sob, sigh
and suffer and we, on  
our happiest occasions,
Torture them to the extent
They feel burials
Like situations and groan.
It is their elders
Who fall prey to our desires
Of polishing our body
And to give it a fine touch
And sometimes the younger ones
Are bound to go into suffocation
We love them for days
We welcome them on festivals
We invite them on special moments
Alas! We strangulate some
to hug others in presence of all...

I am good at forgiving others
For I am bad at having grudges

Tragedy
Is dust
On your shoulders

Shrug them
It will fall off

read this slowly
in the intent to feel as though
your big toe stands on top of the highest peak
and attempt to spin
sweeping the air
and you are allowed to smile as wide as the sky above
and you may grasp the blades that make your shoulders
feeling safe,
you might feel alone.

Spread out
Your wings

There is always
Space in the sky

Stand
like a different  tree

The world needs you
As its leaves are falling apart

The balloon
Doesn't look
Down the earth

It soars
To kiss the sky