The world has much to offer
Here I wait, my hands, proffered
The beginnings, I have seen
There is much in between
I seek and receive, my share
I give - what I need
And become aware  
Again
Here I wait..
What the world has to offer..
To begin
Today

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Thatched roof gazebo, ocean air
The plastic of the chair
Tanned, beige to a tad bit brown
The sunning shows wear, but no tear

The view of the sea
From the highway
Foaming, white lather cream
A dreamer’s dream, within

The canoe, rightly placed
The blue of it juxtaposed
To the green of sea and the trees
A journey to begin

Words of confusion
Clearly stood
In the path of understanding

A young girl named Robin, swam in her pool
A stool was parked by the side
It made a dark shadow beneath
The girl watched it, from within the pool
Crooked it looked under the sun
A tall figure loomed along
Her mother was inside the house
Baking some pineapple pies
Her favourite
The young girl, swam to the other end
The shadows followed
The stool, seemed to have moved a few cms
from its original place too
Her voice quivered and she gave out a feeble cry
There was music being played on full blast
Her elder brother loved it like that
Every window pane knew it in the house
It’s  10’o’clock and Rocky is home
Listening to his favourite tracks
The floors were overworked too
Rocky, flaunted his muscles, the mirrors didn’t know where to look and go
They were placed everywhere
Meanwhile, Robin, was still in the pool
The water in the pool seemed to have risen too
And mom was busy in the kitchen
Making pancakes and spring rolls
Robin loved them both
The pineapple pie was ready too
The fresh fruity flavours she looked forward to, her mind salivating
But for the shadow and the stool
Soon, she saw mom’s Apron, faint yellow with a blue lace, now hung on the nail
Robin knew, mom will come out by the poolside to call her in for breakfast
Robin waited, but there was no sign of her mom, yet
She was now worried as the window panes
didn’t vibrate anymore
Her brother had put the music off
There was absolute silence
Except for the lone eagle which hovered above the house roof
The shadow grew bolder and taller
In its crookedness it moved along with the wind and the one beneath the stool
Soon, Robin heard her mom, calling out her name, shaking her vigorously
Wake up, wake up my baby
So, even today you slept away on the float, no swimming happened for two consecutive days, now wipe off that drool off your face
Robin woke up, was in cold sweats in the month of December
And happy to see the crooked shadow
In all its loveliness, it was the tall leafless tree, moving along the wind
And the stool, it lay where it was
Under the sun, of course making a shadow of its own

Whom to preach
Who am I to teach
When my lessons
From yesterday’s chapter
Remains unfinished

Tempered in a skillet
The mustard seeds crackle
Subtly add flavours to the veg-stew
De-skinned and split, added as preservative, flavours the pickled mangoes
Longevity

I wish I wish I wish
Last of my wish, to be true
Would be everyone’s happy wish
To come true

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The night has the power
The energy to absorb, its dark
The absence of light makes it dark
To liberate and put off the fears
The light has the power, switch it on
Tuned to light, the vision in the dark, at loss
So the dark has the power over the light
It takes away all, makes things invisible
Don’t be afraid
It is the light within that guides, the vision
To switch off or switch on
Discretion lies with the mind

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My absence would be enjoyed
By those affected by my existence
The freedom of free will
Everyone’s rights


Yet to find those words
That the thoughts would drape
A perfect combination of grace
Expressed


Into the vast expanse
Untroubled, still, the rivers flow
Sometimes signs of storms
Washed ashore, still

🌿🌿

As always
In the mornings
He pushed the wooden cart
Full of bananas
In torrential rains
Incomplete rain gear,
Missing footwear
Were his feet made of steel
Not to be hurt
By the pebbles and pointed stones
Laid in the holes, that the rains had dug
The man made his way
A usual day
Life
In the city of dreams


🌿🌿

To be able to disconnect
From What you love doing most
A test

What you know and understand
Can’t change
For others or self

Unable to express
What and how it feels
Deep within

In the last few years
I have written
My thoughts and the many emotions
Sometimes I have let them flow
in words I know
Other times have let them simmer and vaporise
There is Knowledge gained and wisdom too
Many times both evade, dimmed by hazy thoughts
Lessons that I have learned and try to implement
To never share the joys and sorrows
with people who don’t understand, neither
And that knowledge and ignorance can both be bliss
When gained
And when one learns to ignore

My friend shared this in a group

जरा धीमे से मुस्कुराया कर
ऐ जिन्दगी....
यहाँ नज़र लगाने वाले
हजा़र हैं.....
( Behold, dear life, do not smile so
I am afraid someone would cast an evil eye )

My response

Muskurati hai zindagi
Nazaraandaaz naa karna

Hawa ka rukh badal jaye
Toh tum naa badal jana

Kuch mausam ki hai sifarish
Aur Zindagi ki guzarish

Muskura rahi hai zindagi
Tum nazaraandaz naa karna


(Life smiles at you
Be not ignorant

The winds may change course
Hope you don’t

The weather recommends
And this life requests too

Life smiles
Be not ignorant)

Bound by the bond
Shackled it remains

Mortal the bond
Shackles too

To deny this life
The love it receives
Deserves  

Bound by the bends
Invariably invisible
Written and sealed

Mortal, this life
Immortal love

Magically woven
This life a spell

Frozen apple on the mantle
Rolled in a icy sheet of silver white
Crimson red, lightened to a tint of pink
A decorative piece on the mantle, rests
Crunch

Cradled in the forests
Evergreen
The trees and the tender vines
For the nature’s basket
Produce prime
Stunted growth
In the urban confines
Smog and smoke
A breath of sigh
Burdened shoulders
The trees and tender vines
Sustenance
They pray

Fears in the face of reality
Hope is real, so is the crisis, duality

Most of the times
Can’t be inspired by the same thing twice
Ought to be limitless, like nature priceless

Brilliance of the lights
Since it’s origin, inception
Continues to shine, continuity