Unpublished

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rejection, again

waste paper basket tells his tale

of dreams, unpublished

This Haiku is shared with Carpe Diem - Melancholy.

Caressing The Breeze Of March

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the chirping birds wake up the dawn

drenched in hues, bright and orange

the petals smile, shy

caressing the breeze of March

whispering tales

humming love songs

spring descends on rainbow arch

This Poem is shared with

• dVerse - Winds Of March,
• Imaginary Garden - Tuesday Platform.

Rivalry

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sometimes no reason

leads to treason

speeding up the lane

I feel am in prison

a rivalry so old

across summers and in cold

I succumb, turn meek

my enemy grow bold

I run, I hide

long tiring strides

seeking a shelter

not being taken for a ride

alas, in vain

I can't escape the rain

drenched in defeat

my tears speak of pain

why crow why

over my head you fly

dirtying my suit

you make me cry

am I your only prey

can't you fly a different way

this gooey white crushes my spirit

please leave me alone, okay

the crow, laughs and guffaws

today's war comes to a close

tomorrow will be a new day

to run away from sticky smelly dose

we now walk our separate paths

the crow flies, I make a start

to return home, and clean myself

wash my clothes, and yet another bath

This Poem is shared with Magpie Tales.

The Thieves Within Us

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let's be blind

and not care

let's be deaf

to what's unfair

we could stay mute

or sing lewd

giddy on a ride

we breathe crude

we fear the sun

turning our eyes away

embracing the dark

needless to say 

we've no heart

we've lost our soul

the thieves within us

our light, they stole

This Poem is shared with Three Word Wednesday - Giddy, Lewd, Needless.

Being Together

I woke up with a sombre mood one Saturday morning. Not Monday, but Saturday, and that’s pretty unnatural you would say. I agree to some extent. However, often circumstances invite negativity along with them, spoiling our mood irrespective of what day it is.

How does weekend matter when you know you didn’t perform well in your last examination? Add to it living all alone in a new place, away from your family. Telephonic conversations can’t be used as a substitute all the time when you need a motivating pat on your back or a caring hand on your shoulder. Moreover, on a bad day like this, they make you feel lonelier once the conversation is over.

I still remember that day. It was raining incessantly, the roads were waterlogged and I was slated to be confined to my rented room for the whole day, which made matters worse. I had planned to go out, meet a few friends and relax, but I guessed that wasn’t on the cards. I was walking towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea, when I heard a faint knock on the door. Perhaps it was the sound of rain, but no, it seemed more like nails scratching on a hard surface. I opened the door but could see no one. I was about to close it when luckily my eyes turned towards the floor. I use the word ‘luckily’ ‘cause what I witnessed played a vital role in making my day pleasant and memorable.

A kitten, tiny, white, and fluffy like cotton, was staring at me with its little green eyes.

I picked up the kitten and brought it inside. Perhaps she needed shelter from the rain outside, and had somehow come across my doorstep. At least, I had some company now to spend my time.

I took out the milk carton from the refrigerator and poured some on a bowl for my little guest. I placed it before it. The kitten retraced a few steps, may be out of fear. I caressed the top of its head to assure that there was nothing to worry. I was only a friend. Animals understand the language of love. The kitten stepped forward, and started licking the milk. I felt a sudden feeling of warmth and goodness within me. I sat besides my new buddy, watching it drink.

At times, the kitten would raise its head, look at me, and then again go back to its food. After it had fully satisfied itself, it walked towards me, and jumped on my lap. I never had a pet, and this was only my first close acquaintance with an animal (if you ignore the incidents of dogs barking at me and chasing me on roads). The kitten then inched towards my hands, and started licking them. I had never experienced a love of this kind before. I tickled its tummy, it ran and then returned to me.

We spent the entire evening playing. The rain finally stopped, and I heard the mew of a cat outside. The kitten jumped as soon as it heard the sound, and ran towards the door. I opened the door, and saw a white cat sitting. The kitten seemed leaped in delight, and sped towards the cat. I guessed it was probably the mother, and what better scene can there be than a mother – child union?

The two walked away, playing and jumping and running. I kept looking at them, until they were no longer in sight. I was feeling happy, and at peace. All worries of morning seemed to have evaporated. I was bathed with a dawn of optimism and positivity. After all, I spent the entire day with a new friend. Being #together is powerful, and it’s the best thing one can have. Trust me.

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Refuge

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in desolate ruins

amidst tales of kings and queens

sparrow seeks refuge

This Haiku is shared with Haiku Horizons - Refuge.

A Musical Dream

I wasn’t a bad student. I was pretty decent in studies, scoring fairly well in exams. I got into engineering, passed out and joined an MNC.

Life was sailing smoothly, and there was hardly anything I could complain of. However, I felt something was missing, perhaps a piece of the jigsaw puzzle that was still to be attached to form the perfect picture. I knew what was boggling my mind, and yet, I preferred to silence the voices in the head. After all, when will I have time for music?

Yes, music it was. I enjoyed my college fests, not only because of the delicious foods and games that were on offer, but also due to the musical extravaganza that was on show in those couple of days every year. Reputed bands, singers and musicians used to perform in the events, their brilliance sparkling in the starry nights, the tune leading to a perfect crescendo.

I was inspired. I wanted to learn the guitar, and decided to buy one as soon as I join a job. However, the thought evaporated out of my mind amidst the busy and hectic work schedules, and gradually, I was another IT engineer entangled in the maze of coding, tea and night shifts.

There was a musical concert in our campus to celebrate the Annual Day of my organization, and a famous band had come to play. It took the stage on fire, with every member of the audience on their feet and chanting the rhythmic hymns.

The passion reignited within me. I too had to be a part of it.

Next day, I searched the net and found out the list of institutes and teachers that offer guitar courses in my locality. I called a few, and spoke with them. Finally, I met a person who struck to me as amiable and helpful, and soon a teacher – student bond grew between us. I wanted to learn the guitar pretty soon, and he told me to be calm and have patient, since this instrument is like meditation; one has to devote his full concentration on it to learn the nuances.

The first few days were tough, with bleeding fingers often urging me to take a few days rest. I was determined, though, and didn’t want to miss a single lesson. While in office, I ompleted my tasks soon, so that I could go home and practice. Thus, my eagerness in learning the guitar also had a positive impact on my work.

A few months later I moved to another city, partly because of work but mainly due to music. I had come to know that a few of my friends from college had started a music band in Delhi. I contacted them and told about my willingness to join. They were glad as they were looking for a guitarist too. The first few sessions were spent in finding the perfect pitch for a team play. It was a learning experience as I had never played in group before. My performances in a few local functions were solo, and thus, working as a team gave me a real high.

We penned down our own songs, and started working on them, in sync. We gave a few performances, which were appreciated, and are working harder to hone our skills. Some days are joyous, while there are off days too when I am not able to perform as per expectation. However, it’s all part of the learning curve. I have dreams for the future, revolving around music. The road is tough, but I have already made a start, and I am glad I took this step.

#StartANewLife, isn't that what living to the fullest is all about?

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Poor Humanity, Thus We Fail

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never taught in schools

and yet, practiced by troubled minds

where innocence is bartered

with insanity

I read of teenagers

wielding guns in classes

a petty quarrel

over pencils and erasers

and secret crushes

turns the playgrounds red

when life breathes death

and conscience is on sale

destiny is shot at, and so is fate

poor humanity, thus we fail

This Poem is shared with

• Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Ktenology,
• Poets United - Poetry Pantry.

The Sailor And She

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they call her messy

nails dug in soil

of pots and leaves

brown and green

she smells of rain

and the breezes flowing from north

wherein lay messages

of the sailor

the long forgotten love

across distant lands

and tales

awaiting new letters

she unearths the old ones

from those pots

the pages wrinkled

but not his scent

"How long has it been?"

she wonders

calculating

the waning and waxing of moon

and her dreams

the laughter nearby

through open windows

makes her envious

yet, the hope trickles

down the lingering clouds

"Perhaps tomorrow

he will be back"

not knowing her wishes

are there to crack

This Poem is shared with Three Word Wednesday - Calculating, Envious, Messy.

Dry Baby, Happy Baby

Being the eldest among my cousins, I was often assigned the task to baby sit them when my uncles and aunts or other elders of the family went out. I liked it. I, actually, love playing with babies, ‘cause they have that innocence in them which rids away all your worries and anxieties. Their cuteness makes you forget all the negativities surrounding you, drenching you with new happiness and pleasures. Babies are beautiful, and when they are smiling, they make the whole family, and the entire world seem wonderful.

My little cousin who is just a couple of years old is one of the sweetest kids that I have come across. Always smiling, and willing to play, I love to take him in his lap and walk around the park in the evenings. There are a few rabbits there, and he likes chasing them, walking or crawling as speedily as he could after them. I sit on a bench and watch him. Perhaps, even the rabbits know that he is only a child, and thus, instead of galloping away from him, they linger close by, joining in the play.

However, you should see him in the kitchen (yes, you heard me right), as he is all destined to be a future Master Chef. He loves to play with the potatoes, and the carrots, holding them in his little hands, and then placing them again in the basket. Sometimes, it will seem like that he is counting, even though he hasn’t learnt numbers yet.

Another activity of his that I love is his constant giggle while watching cartoon shows on TV. Tom and Jerry seems to be his favourite (it’s mine too), and we watch it together sometimes. He mimics Jerry’s acts, while I have to play the role of the poor cat Tom. And that reminds me, often I have to obey his command and become a horse, with he riding on my back.

I love playing with him. However, sanitation and health is an important factor in ensuring the child is happy. When he is with me, I make sure he is fed his cereals whenever he is hungry. Also, I keep his bottle of milk handy. His basic toilet needs are also taken care of diapers. But they also need to be changed regularly, else the child gets wet and his mood is spoilt.

However, Pampers Baby Dry Pants is a revolutionary technique to keep the baby’s skin dry and healthy for as long as twelve hours. That’s exactly what my aunt buys for my cousin. Thus, the kid is always jolly and charming, and hardly cries. Moreover, it gives the elders the freedom to do other household tasks while the kid is busy engaged with something, not worrying about him getting wet. After all, a dry baby in turn is a happy baby.

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