Flow

A wondrous feeling,

it's difficult to attain,

few would have achieved, 

this heightened sensation. 

" In the zone "

They have various meanings,

yet, it take time and efforts,

to reach, pinnacle of our feelings. 

Some might be more attuned, 

a product of their upbringing,

or being genetically gifted,

to attain it more frequently. 

Flow...

A term coined by psychologist, 

to define this mental stimulation, 

the state, of complete absorption, 

being fully engaged, complete immersion. 

Just passion is not enough,

it has to be more challenging, 

not difficult or overwhelming, 

our skills, matching the activity. 

And we would enjoy without expecting, 

the experiences are rewarding enough,

helping us learn, improving our skills

using the obstacles, as stepping stones. 

Flow...

It might not to be possessed,

yet, can give us directions,

in professional or creative pursuits,

reaching a state, of an optimal experience. 

A train journey

It was a normal day, 

I wake up, completed toiletries, getting ready for my work, something of a routine anyway.

And I went out, took my bag along. A usual day it was, with nice weather, for my drive.

As the wind blew, my hair got disheveled, 

and I remembered, I forgot my helmet.

I feared of getting caught, fined by traffic police, chose to return to home. 

Yet, something happened, my heart whispered; let's see what will happen, 

for today is the day of adventure. 

And I changed my direction, went to nearby railway station. Parking bike, I brought a ticket that was available.

So started my escapades, a window seat was all I needed, watching the passing sceneries, every smell was new, nostalgic sometimes.

As the crowd grew, station came and left behind, and I was left surprised, of my own decision.

Hours passed, and I was engrossed, watching life, outside my window.

A passenger asked, intrigued of my beaming face. " Why do I seem so happy, where am I from, and what's my terminal station?

I was taken aback, took moments to ponder, finally smiled, looked into his eyes, and answered;

" I have no reason, or any destination,  

it's been a long time since, I have found my freedom "

Rewinding days, cassette

Rummaging through storage room,

I came across, my old collections,

of flat, rectangular plastic containers,

containing music, of my selections. 

And a wave of nostalgia flowed, 

as I remembered childhood days,

of my exposure, to world's music,

through these mysterious, magic box. 

So, I played, to revisit those times,

some movie songs, or instrumentals,

there were also, a lot of blank cases,

that have lost, damaged or forgotten. 

And then, I found one buried beneath,

a pile of tapes, with content spilled,

intrigued, I brought a pen from behind,

stick into the spokes, to rewind... 

Clockwise, anticlockwise, I turned,

hoping to clear, this loopy mess,

soon I was rewarded, with better view,

I took and inserted, into cassette player. 

With a single press, it begins to play,

a croaky voice with static noise,

I got embarrassed, with my voice,

as I practiced, some old songs. 

I smiled, and I laughed, 

yet let out a slow sigh,

taking out this recorded cassette, 

poking inside, finger or pen... 

Rewinding days, from memory lane.

Learning to say no

It's not just a word,

but an underlying emotion,

that comes into our lips,

when faced with dilemmas. 

For, the world is demanding,

taking toll on mind & body,

sometimes becoming too much,

for an amiable person. 

And we cannot agree, 

to requests and the pleas,

being expected or be forced,  

disregarding our feelings... 

Without being left with a choice,

we finally give our thoughts...a voice,

manifesting our silent protests,

a strong "No", on our lips. 

But let's be mindful, of the tone,

it's not a wall, to shut them off,

conveying properly, without complaining, 

without showing malice, or being shunned. 

It's not easy, learning to say no...

Empowers us, giving us freedom,

deepening relations, with healthy discussions,

finding ways to reach, common conclusions.

Pardon my mistakes (Lexical verse)

Pardon my mistakes,

for, I might be unversed,

of speaking and mannerism,

been guilty of many solecisms...

For, it requires practice, & training,

helping us build, a connectome,

of words, phrases and sentences,

to be utilized, when needed most. 

Pardon my mistakes,

I sometimes fail to comprehend,

how the linguistics would have played,

using terms, it impresses or offends...

And it's becoming a recidivous thing,

even with my cautious conveying,

committing errors, again and again,

in my writings, stories and poems. 

Pardon my mistake,

since I am still a novice,

it takes time, to get the expertise, 

everyone starts, like plain Calico...

Yet we grow, as we learn,

if we strive, and we yearn,

be accomplished, reach the stage,

while we perform, our routine duties. 

Civilizations have evolved

Civilizations have evolved,

on the backs, of motivated citizens,

who had the drive, propel their state,

become the leaders, of our world.

Yet, those emotions have led,

in the creation of an institute,

that would provide the muscles,

to further their imperial ambitions. 

And I wonder... 

What was the need,

for states to build,

training & maintaining,

troops in the military.

For, we had the means,

to fulfill our basic needs,

and had materials to erect,

structures around the premises. 

Then I remembered,

we, human, were the biggest danger,

that would harm their fellow being,

in the absence of law & order.

So, it's started, as means to protect, 

but eventually the power corrupted,

we became greedy and arrogant,

losing our empathy & compassion. 

And we evolved, with better weapons,

at the cost of our fallen brethren,

seeking power, developing strategies, 

wars being fought with sophistication. 

Even the peace, were mere preparations, 

waiting for opportunities, to grab territories, 

for the resources, from riches to persons,

becoming a game of enforcing dominations. 

There's nothing called a pacifist nation,

living under the fear of an invasion,

for, every expenditure in the army,

is a forewarning, of conflict in future.

Yet, we have gone too far,

accepting it as present reality,

for, civilization have evolved...

From mankind's quest for power.

Population is expanding ( Bop poetry)

 Our population is expanding every day,

putting stress on the limited resources,

and basic needs, remain unattended,

of food, dwellings & entertainment, 

giving us purpose, and the motivation,

to keep us occupied, a life of fulfillment. 

But, the greed takes over the society,

leaders were corrupt & shortsighted,

never thought of the consequences, 

of mindless expansions, unplanned & unregulated...

For, wealth were amassed, by ones with excesses,

leaving behind nothing, others to rummage,

and cycle continued, through generations,

damaging very economy and ecosystems. 

Yet, the answers were always available, 

had we valued sacrifice and contentment, 

even policies would have been created,

for, there's enough room, for everyone,

if we discourage, the idea of expansions, 

by providing a level field, for all!!

Yeti, the cryptid creature

Urban legends...

Stories that intrigues,

shared in the folklore,

were tales, of unsolved mystery.

And, I too, became curious,

tried exploring the ideas,

of the secrets, hidden from world,

that show glimpses, to chosen ones. 

Yeti, a classic cryptid...

an enigma, that puzzled many,

Abominable snowman, these mythical beings,

inhabiting the snowclad Himalayan mountains. 

Described as bipedal ape-like creature,

that roams the Himalayan glaciers, 

spoken in lores, since ancient times,

from local guides to mountaineers. 

And I wondered, the reasons,

for prevalent beliefs, their origins,

were they real, or just an illusion,

bringing excitements, in their adventures.

They were intertwined, in local traditions,

seen as a warning, or part of devotions, 

encounters with wildlife, in harsh landscape, 

might have manifested, into the myth...

Of Yeti. 

Then again, there were sightings,

some consider it, as guardian spirits,

the proofs, might remain inconclusive, 

still, they inspire, every generation.

We finally meet...

We finally meet...

Don't you remember, 

how our life flourished,

under the roof together, 

sleeping in the same bed,

all the love and making out,

those kisses and cuddles,

holding hands, tight embrace,

that was a sudden change, 

from your shy demeanor.... 

For, it was our first night,

tired from the ceremonies, 

that were held to celebrate, 

our union, in official wedding,

wearing the heavy lehenga, 

and lots of gold jewelry, 

that we had chosen together,

accompanying the shopping,

with our respective parents,

buying rings, for our engagement... 

It was our mutual decision,

after much of the deliberation,

to actualize, years of our relation,

from friendship, to becoming lovers,

as we had known for long,

trusted our deepening bond,

from strangers to colleagues,

as I came, from a different town,

carrying my dreams and ambitions, 

that were part of my upbringing. 

Charaka Samhita

 "An ideal medical student,

should be of mild disposition, 

noble by nature, never mean in acts, 

free from pride, strong memory, liberal mind, devoted to truth, likes solitude, 

of thoughtful disposition, free from anger, 

of excellent character, compassionate, 

fond of study, devoted to theory & practice, 

who seeks the good of all creatures."

                                    --- Charaka Samhita. 

Written by persons or a lineage, 

it spoke philosophy, of medical education,

with diet, hygiene and their preventions,

while promoting a teamwork between, 

physicians, nurses, patients & medicine. 

And I wondered...

How would they react,

watching present day businesses, 

made out of our healthcare system. 

For, they were the wanderers,

ascetics, that visited the villages,

following strict codes of conduct,

while performing their duties. 

Devoting themselves for sole purpose, 

of researching, and providing services,

striving to care and heal ailments,

that afflicted the people, their patients. 

Then again, they would also see,

the lack of respect, and reciprocity, 

where advises were being questioned,

and people, doubt their generosity... 

Medical science, also have advanced,

that needs more, than natural products,

giving opportunities to open markets,

gathering profits, from the diseases. 

Still, they would find the joy,

of treatments, and their discoveries, 

but lament, the lost compliance, 

for healthier lifestyles...

To prevent the diseases!

Comic books

Comic books...

It has a special place,

carved within my heart,

when I try to remember,

my childhood days. 

For, they show me dreams,

giving wings to my imagination,

while imparting valuable lessons,

of ethics and morality. 

Yet, it's the story, that appealed,

flashy characters, interesting plots,

the exotic settings, still relatable,

ending with victories, good over evil. 

For, in colorful panels, stories unfolds,

transporting us into a dream world,

into a journey of action & adventures,

for unraveling secrets and surprises. 

Some went to libraries to read,

rent it from friends or bookstores,

others saved or gifted by parents,

on vacations or special occasions. 

I, too, had many precious memories, 

be it Indian or western mediums,

enjoying Nagraj and Dhruv stories,

or Superman, Batman & Spiderman. 

Haven't remembered much of stories, 

summer vacations were most busy,

be it Amar Chitra Katha, Champak or Twinkle,

even Chacha Choudhary, Pinki or Billoo. 

Together, they made childhood awesome,

even helped in stimulating creative mind, 

but, I do feel sad, for today's generations,

of missing the magic, wonders of comics.

Mahakumbh

Hordes of devotees swarming in,

hours and hours, they keep walking,

to reach their most revered place,

where goddess rivers confluence. 

Mahakumbh, a divine festival, 

being celebrated in sacred location,

a pilgrimage after a long wait,

beyond centuries or decades. 

So, crowds thronged the space,

braving struggles of distances, 

making resolves, for the trip,

to reach the banks, have holy dip. 

Amrit, the nectar of immortality,

from cosmic ocean's churning,

or a desire to clean our sins,

and liberate, from cycles of rebirth. 

These beliefs, making us move,

be it elderly people or the youths,

people across class and creeds,

joined together, for pious activities. 

And it's fascinating, even to observers,

getting influenced, by their enthusiasm, 

taking the cold bath, praying to deities,

asking for blessings, for self & surroundings! 

Mahakumbh, 

indeed a magical experience...

Duality of human spirits

Life, is not always a pleasant stay,

rather oscillates between extremes,

sometimes burns, being blazing hot,

or freeze up, becoming wintry cold.

It's not the season's change,

but display, our capricious heart,

showing a plethora of emotions,

influenced by our surroundings... 

It's the fire, that is invoked,

with the desires, that's soared,

from all the invading stimulants,

through various senses, we absorbed. 

So, our interests take root,

passionate, getting into groove,

burning brightly, spreading radiance, 

exhausting self, in the process. 

Some take the other route,

preferring to tread, at slower pace,

as a part of their inherent nature, 

or being weary, of chaotic rush.

It's the reality, dousing the flames,

making them sober, breaking illusions,

as they strive for a harmonious retreat,

still be alert, being engaged deeply. 

Human spirits...

It's a curious thing,

getting excited or dampened,

like changing weathers. 

And in its depths,

lies a path of duality,

walking on the tight ropes,

between inferno and permafrost...

Of our soul !

Feelings & emotions

In Irish,

they don't say "I am sad" 

rather, "Sadness is on me"

and it made an impression,

giving insights, about ourselves. 

Why do we identify,

give power to our emotions,

when these are temporary,

bound to change, with time. 

Our feelings are fleeting,

be it joy or our sadness,

fluctuating every day,

depending on the situations... 

So, why keep the burden,

ruminate on these reactions,

when we could let it pass by,

while maintaining our composure.

For, we are a sentient being,

with awareness, of our nature,

having the power to choose,

what to retain or letting go. 

At another time...

We would feel different, 

as our sentiments change,

when things do resolve,

or we evolved, to a higher stage.

Where our attachments vanishes,

we connect, to our consciousness, 

being blissful, finding peace within,

untouched, by our fleeting feelings.

A journey in the twilight

It was a wonderful feeling,

when I watched, the evening sky,

travelling in a car, as a passenger,

looking at the passing sights... 

A magical atmosphere was created,

with the arrival of the twilight hush,

painting the sky, with vibrant colors,

from yellowish red to deep blue. 

Capturing my attention, it evoked,

a beautiful sensation, in those moments,

as I let my eyes wander, looking around,

surveying this canvas, till the horizon. 

The full moon illuminated,

distant shadows of the forests,

while the clouds gently drifting by,

yet, seemed like an artist's painting. 

Like a shining pearl, moon enchants,

with its magic, my wavering heart,

it's gentle glow, enveloping me,

as if becoming my travel companion. 

The rushing zephyr, then sang,

blessing ears, with nature's song,

a steady hum, from the vehicles,

soothes my mind, heals the heart. 

So, let me savor these moments,

under the tapestry of dusky sky,

listening to melodies that arise,

with shining moon, as my guide... 

To my journey, in the twilight.

It's city life

A city never sleeps,

for, it carries the dreams,

of millions, that call it home...

Always in a rush,

not a moment of pause,

striving to earn, a better position. 

A melting pot of cultures, 

with people that mingles,

creating a diverse community...

Being a center of commerce,

proving opportunities to everyone,

welcoming all, into its embrace. 

And I, watched them all,

from towering buildings,

to the widened roads...

These crowded streets,

accompanying the noisy traffics,

do create...a vibrant scene. 

Being too attuned,

to these unfolding chaos,

even the stillness, astounds me...

Yet, there are such days,

everything comes into standstill, 

when we take shelters, in the downpour. 

Ah, the rains, bringing the blessings,

letting us stop, observe the happenings, 

as the slates, are being cleared...

Oh sky, the dark clouds we see,

providing respite, from fast-paced life,

for a while, and make us realize,

there's a beauty, beyond our amenities. 

मत बिखर तू

निखर जाएगा समझौता कर ले,

बिखर जायेगा ना हठ कर बे;

शीशा कहा टिकता गिर कर रे,

अभी भी मौका है संभल जा रे ... 

जिंदगी में आएंगे ऐसे पड़ाव,

जब मुश्किल से आएंगे मौके,

तब होगा भूल का एहसास,

जब चिड़ियां उड़ जाए चुग के खेत... 

ये कैसी परिस्थिति है उत्पन,

जब कहीं भी लगे ना मन,

क्या ये है हमारी सोच का आभास,

या जीवन का है ये अभिशाप... 

हर कोई पक्का खिलाड़ी नहीं है,

कुछ तो कच्चे ही रह गए यहां,

फिर भी मन में आस के लिए बैठे हैं,

जैसे ईश्वर ही लाके देंगे हाथ में... 

तो सोच मत और, कर ले समझौता,

बीता समय ये वापस नहीं आता,

और ना टूटना, अब तो बस निखर,

शीशे की तरह, चमकना है तुझे...

Utopia or dystopia

In a fictional world,

where people followed,

words of the authority,

without any questions...

Was it a utopia or dystopia? 

An experimentation gone wary,

or a successful completion...

To influence and control masses,

by government or social media,

finally lead to its fruition. 

Subliminal message... 

Below the threshold of perception,

hidden in images, flashed on screens,

embedded in audios, are inaudible frequencies,

influenced thoughts, without people's awareness. 

They bypassed the mental defenses,

built by the people's consciousness, 

directly affecting the subconscious,

swaying opinions in voting candidates, 

bringing into power, chosen leaders. 

And the life became easier for many, 

without disagreements or conflicts,

for, opinions were filtered, in the mind,

bringing uniformity into the society, 

leading to a nation...without strife. 

Yet, slowly the progression stopped,

people lost their feelings & emotions,

even the leaders realize, had concerns,

for, there was no intellectual stimulation,

providing breakthroughs, or inventions. 

So tell me...in this world of fictions, 

where wishes were artificially planted,

Will there be happiness & contentment...

Is it a utopia or a dystopia?

I forget names

I forget names sometimes,

guilty as charged, my admission,

being too careless, or casual,

not giving value to these situations.

And it would come to bite me,

as if messages from the divine, 

when their name, skips from mind,

during any important discussions. 

Feeling embraced, seeking remedies,

for bringing dishonor to someone,

failing to identify familiar persons,

out of limited need or interactions. 

Adding insult, to my injury,

would be, their retentive memories,

identifying self, places and events, 

feeling disgraced, of my forgetfulness. 

So, I wondered, should I be blamed,

or be concerned, of what to come,

is it only apathy, or my disinterest,

or I harbor, a pathogenic ailment?

And I pondered, causes and reasons,

is it the brain overload from information,

or prioritizing the gist of my situations, 

finally leading to a failure, of consolidation. 

It could have been my inattention,

arbitrary naming, bringing competitions, 

with multiple names, creating confusions,

making it more difficult, for retrievement. 

Yet, there are ways, I could change,

by active listening, seeking meanings,

not being nervous, having a calm mind,

whenever possible, practicing repetition... 

By valuing their existence,

leaving imprints, into my memory.

Perpetual loneliness

It's not what it seems,

every smile hides feelings

that's unwanted or unspoken, 

words had lost the meanings. 

For, life would still continue,

regardless of choices made,

breaking hopes and our wishes,

sometimes being a hard bargain. 

We ourselves, are to be blamed,

aspiring a lifestyle, of our dreams,

without efforts or proper planning,

create conditions, for this situation. 

Then we face, waves of disappointments, 

knowing well, things can't be changed,

either to accept and surrender ourselves,

or keep striving, with our perseverance. 

Sometimes, there's no answer to pain,

these silent aches, rising again & again,

for moments lost, longings that remain,

like a parched land, waiting for the rain. 

Exhausting options, yielding grounds,

losing emotions, forgetting to smile,

mask of familiarity, over frozen heart,

being impassive, or becoming avoidant. 

Years goes by, seasons changed,

finding relief, in seeking distractions,

getting more distant, in heart & mind,

yet the void stays...our perpetual loneliness. 

A peaceful slumber

A tranquil night,

and relaxing sleep,

resting the tired body

is everyone's need...

Yet, there are thoughts,

that are lurking beneath, 

conveying the messages,

of our subconscious mind. 

Love, lust, and beauty,

connections of real world,

bonds and devotions too...

Influences our thinking.

Faded from our memories,

they seldom last long,

but the ones, that's significant,

might even leave, lasting imprints. 

Home.... in the earliest of my memories,

in the center stage, of a pleasant dream,

an embodiment of deep-seated desire,

created in a fairy-tale setting.

The surrounding changed overtimes,

from meadow, river, oceans and lakes,

in the gatherings of people & wilderness, 

there's a sense of euphoria remains. 

Good things always come to inspire,

yet, in the shadows, lies dark stories,

throwing me in a dystopic environment, 

leaving behind, some haunting flashes. 

As if being smothered, gasping for breath,

being thrown in the void of nothingness, 

an idea, that emerged, brought to this state,

of being alone, floating in the outer space. 

It was indeed a mysterious phenomenon, 

where contrast appear, in my heart,

feeling the warmth, of a lovely home,

to being stranded, in the darkness of the unknown. 

So I wondered, for finding any meanings,

in beautiful dreams & bizarre nightmares,

for those unfulfilled desires, or feelings...

Interfering with my quest, of peaceful slumber. 

Mirror's persuasion

It's my reflection,

yet, feels so different,

be the facial expressions, 

or posture of the body... 

A demeanor, that exude confidence,

never displayed by this nervous self,

and I heard a whisper in my ears,

as it's lips curved, into a subtle smile... 

I was surprised, and taken aback,

rubbed my eyes to double check,

yet, the voice became clearer,

it's piercing gaze demanded attention. 

" Listen, oh scaredy-cat,

wasting away God's blessings,

look, how far you have fallen,

hiding away from confrontations "

It's asked... 

" But, it's my nature to avoid,

the stressful situations of life,

what's wrong in seeking comfort,

where I won't be judged or humiliated."

I answered back... 

" It's your fears that dictates,

look at me, your natural trait,

you would have reached the top,

if you have ever tried" It snapped back... 

And it showed me back,

a personification of an ideal self,

through it's poise and expressions, 

a captivating look, that I envisioned. 

" It's never too late,

come back to my folds,

change your approach,

and I will make you the best."

Its words echoed... 

The words worked like a charm,

pulling me closer, to woven spell,

yet, a voice spoke, from my heart,

reminding the reasons, of made choices.

" You are right, I could be better,

and I will learn, take the inspiration, 

forgive me, I decline your invitation, 

there's a reason, I chose this position" 

The fear vanished, as the reflection knew,

for, it was aware of my thought process....

" You are a fool, not for this world,

I will wait, till you weaken, your convictions. "

An icy treat

It's icy, or creamy cold,

a sweet dessert, universally adored,

no one knows its true origin,

yet, an integral part of our world. 

Prepared in ancient China, 

as a frozen milk confection,

might have inspired the Italians,

to transform it into a magical creation. 

Yet, Persians, too had contribution, 

in making sweet Faloodeh invention,

the Indians, during Mughal period,

developed their own kulfi flavors. 

Yet, mankind might have found,

these secrets, in ancient times,

likes of sorbets, filled with syrups,

poured into cups, of crushed ice. 

And here, in modern times, 

fortunate are us, to taste them all,

from humble chuski on the streets,

to many flavors of Gelato in shops. 

From our childhood, we tried,

Popsicles, in stick or packets,

coming with lovely flavors,

of fruits, milk or chocolates. 

Even now, when I go out,

try my hand in a cup or cones,

or bring home, a bigger pack,

to enjoy with family, an icy treat. 

Cell have memories

It's been known for long...

That we are a multicellular organism,

evolved all the way from tiny cells,

to tissue, organs & organ systems.

Yet, under a command system,

of our brain making decisions,

and it's this awareness of self,

makes us an individual person. 

But, have you ever wondered, 

about an entity, we call soul,

it's the consciousness that governs,

our mind and body operations...

Or there's something more,

refined aspects of the core,

becoming the basis of our life,

by amalgamating into our existence? 

For, cells do play a crucial role,

in proper functioning of our world,

even if actions are predetermined,

they are very much involved.

Researchers too have provided,

a Systemic memory hypothesis, 

predicting recurrent feedback loops,

that store information and energy. 

As evidence give suggestions, 

that organs have mind's reflections,

as seen in some transplant patients,

who encountered personality change...

Developing changes of interests,

from emotions, beliefs or temperament, 

having flashbacks, sensing donor's history, 

with no explanations or any logic. 

So, it could be deduced...

That living cell possess memories,

either due to nerve connections, 

or being aware, of their existence.

If so, then we could also say...

We can interact & communicate,

with every element of our body,

by being thankful, of their contributions.

Childhood sketches

Do we remember those days,

sketching meadows & mountains,

with flowing river stream or lakes,

in early morning or evening sunsets?

Distant birds flew with shadows,

a lone coconut tree or vegetation, 

silhouettes of a small boat floating,

and we watch, from a simple hut. 

These basic of the drawing,

make us joyful from within,

some even dream, be in a zone,

wishing to live a life, of their own.

For, in childhood, we have no concern,

facing struggles, having aspirations, 

it's the beauty of our imagination, 

drive us to our destinations. 

But, the years marched on,

we grew up and learned,

chasing the dazzling lights,

lured by passion or ambitions.

Spending days in tiny chambers,

we forget the days of adventures, 

where our curiosities were aroused,

by being closer, to the nature. 

Gone were days of innocent paintings,

of clouds, mountains, groves or forest,

it's a mad rush for reaching the top,

we are more concerned to earn riches.

No one seek the outskirt or village,

even travel has become selfie chances,

so, would we go beyond commitments,

grasp the essence, of childhood moments... 

That made us sketch in the first place?

Blooming into my memories

It was a pleasant day,

for a walk, in the garden,

built in our community space,

to appreciate the beauty, of the nature. 

As I entered, I was welcomed,

by blossoms of the white lily,

its sweet perfume brought nostalgia, 

and I remembered, childhood years. 

Those were the days of innocence, 

being free, like daisies in the meadows,

but, we grew, chasing our dreams, 

of reaching sunshine, like this Sunflower. 

As I was reminiscing, my teenage years,

feelings of love, brushes of romance,

I went a bit further, beyond earthy scents,

to a lush plantation, of fragrant Jasmines. 

So I proceed, to vibrant flower beds, 

where I watched yellow marigolds,

and I remembered, the struggles faced,

for my aspirations, to achieve success. 

Those were difficult times,

yet, imparting valuable lessons,

and I rise over those challenges,

like pink lotus blooming, in a murky pond. 

And I finally reached the exit,

walking alongside the rose beds, 

the white, yellow, pink and orange,

while captivating were the red... 

Some other day, I whispered,

on my lips, a smile appeared,

as slowly, I walked out...

Leaving behind, my memory lane.

You and I

You and I,

were miles apart,

communicating in voices,

feelings shared in words. 

Yet, the yearning remains,

longings for your presence,

whispering into my ears,

fueling uncertainties... 

In those lonely nights,

your absence hurts,

as I seek comfort,

for silent aches. 

So I whisper, to the winds,

to carry the message of my heart,

conveying my thoughts & wishes,

in those moments, of my forlorness. 

As the moonlight shines,

reflecting tears upon my cheek,

I dreamt of those tender emotions,

being lost in the passage of time. 

So, let us find the ways,

for you to return and stay,

then the love and affection,

closing this distance... between us. 

You and I,

our love would endure,

till the day of our meet,

never to be parted again.

Dhyana...

Dhyana... 

A practice divine,

sitting in the silence,

just focusing our mind. 

An intense concentration, 

disconnected from the surrounding,

diving deeper, and deeper inside. 

Sitting beneath these chambers,

where sound transmits, voice echoes,

yet, the crowd maintained quietness. 

I became alert, to my backgrounds, 

hearing the coughs, whispers & murmurs,

softening slowly, getting distant & further. 

Even my mental noise, tried to distract,

showing me flashes, of newer thoughts,

yet, I channeled them, towards the center. 

Dhyana... 

The novice me, still got absorbed, 

became aware, of this blissful state,

where, I embrace, deep consciousness... 

And I experience, the flowing energy,

inhale, exhale, the air I am breathing, 

generates vibration, that connects... 

My soul to the higher dimensions.

Sparrows

They hop, they flit,

or fly, and they sit,

displaying adorable nature...

Are these fluttery creatures. 

They rummage the seeds,

trying to hold it in beaks,

fighting for the feeding place,

having the best of the supplies 

They toss and twirl,

when their tummy is filled,

as they play with each other,

a way of social interactions. 

Sparrows... 

Once commonplace,

Now, rare and infrequent, 

so, every encounter is joyous, 

like a sight to our sore eyes. 

Habitat destruction, had its role,

buildings, devoid of eaves & crannies,

also the losses of home gardens,

use of pesticides, too were the culprits. 

So, let us support, our avian friends, 

who accompanied us in childhood, 

bringing liveliness, in our routines,

and we enjoy again...their gatherings.

Irene lantana

As I travelled, among the hills,

sometimes walk, or use vehicles,

navigating through traffic, daily rush,

seeking the nature, in the outskirts,

for the beauty, that my heart aspired,

the floating clouds,over the mountains,

spreading of mists, enveloping the forests,

the running streams flowing below, 

or waterfalls from the heights... 

Every scenery was mesmerizing, 

as if I am witnessing nature's glory,

the visitors watched them awestruck,

capturing its beauty on their cameras.

I was amazed, by the beautiful display,

wandering through different locations,

yet, there's something, caught my attention,

the greenery of the surrounding places. 

For, they grew, along the hedges,

among the moss, ferns and bushes,

accompanying the native wild plants, 

blooming, were flowers of multi-colors.

From my memories, where the foliage,

like a tiny bouquet,these shrubs displayed,

their beauty, an array of vibrant shades,

of yellow, pink and fuchsia red. 

Irene lantana... 

As a kid, I used to visit,

when I explored, childhood locality,

forgotten, faded, from memory lanes,

again encountered, a pleasant surprise... 

Like being welcomed, by hill and valleys. 

P.S : Ecologically, they are the fast growing weed now and threatens native species. 

So, we need to be aware for that too. 

Be more open, expose yourself

Be more open, expose yourself,

to the happenings, of the world,

let your inexperience, be the ladder,

to climb the stairs, of accomplishments. 

You are naive, just a fledgling,

unaware, of the inner workings,

there's no shame in questioning, 

for the joy, of satisfying curiosities. 

No one remains ignorant for long,

so, keep learning, to attain wisdom,

don't fear, rather welcome the unknown,

gain insights, to dispel the darkness. 

Recognizing weaknesses, opens avenues,

nothing is absorbed, with rigid attitudes,

be humble, receptive of the knowledge,

being shared from various places. 

So, be more open, expose yourself,

nurture awareness of surroundings, 

and find the courage to pursue,

without procrastinating, making excuse. 

For, the path of the seekers remains,

not in the bravery or the cowardice, 

but appreciating your shortcomings, 

as you navigate, through your life.

I have prayed, my dear...

I have prayed, my dear...

In whispers, for I feared,

of being considered selfish,

in my needs and desires. 

And I knew, was aware,

of the love, we shared,

yet, the distance kept building, 

for the dreams, we aspired. 

I have prayed, my dear...

In the aches, silent tears,

of the pain, in the longings,

yearnings for your company. 

And I tried, to convey feelings,

with words, acts and symbolism,

hoping to change the status quo,

by having an understanding. 

I have prayed, my dear...

For the pain, we would bear,

from the hurt of separations,

forcing us to make decisions. 

And I couldn't say these thoughts,

with confidence, give you assurance, 

letting doubts, creep in our mind,

two loving hearts, met with silence. 

I have prayed, my dear....

Even in these passing years,

only if things were different,

there's no more time, to repent!

Zombie world

It was a dream, yet felt so real,

I had landed in a nondescript town,

but a gala has been organized,

by the mayor, in his bungalow. 

And I went, with my companion, 

on my bike, carrying few bags,

it was the last day of our stay,

so decided to have party as well. 

A crowd had gathered in the hall,

that house was gorgeous & spacious, 

we met a lot of people, made friends, 

as we waited, for the celebration to begin.

The mayor came, accompanied us,

we have our fill, in food or liquor, 

in the midnight, we shared congratulations, 

as the bell rung, mayor made announcements. 

Behold my dear people, I am sharing gifts,

this liquor would make you immortal forever, 

he laughed madly as he opens party poopers,

cloud of dust followed, making people crazy.

They started biting others like animal,

any defense or attacks were useless,

we ran on bike, along with acquaintances, 

to leave this dangerous town behind. 

Little did we knew, it's a government plot,

every town we crossed, had this madness,

finally I reached my city, sighed of relief,

only to encounter more, along with police.

Yet, it was curious, as if being in game,

we had to buy guns, robbing an ATM,

and police asked, to help them kill,

by firing on zombies, with headshots. 

I was taken aback, but gathered courage,

fired bullets, but it was just laser points,

realized too late, bullets were not loaded,

wake up in panic, before bitten to death... 

And becoming a zombie 🧟‍♂️ 

A wonderful stay

It's holiday time...

We have our leaves,

needed to be applied,

for a change of pace.

And we plan, for an outing,

to experience things new,

that brings the freshness,

from our usual routine. 

As a people of plain,

feeling the summer waves,

needing respite from the heat,

choosing a mountain retreat.

The plans & travel took the toll,

yet, the location, had its worth,

pristine beauty for sightseeing, 

accompanied by various activities. 

Everything has its pro and cons,

as we face, the twist and turns,

all the sharp bends and curves, 

the roads giving us some vertigo.

Still, we prevailed, over the urge,

in our excitement, to roam & explore,

getting the most, out of the trip,

gathering enough of the memories...

Tired, exhausted, we finally returned, 

lying on the bed, of our accommodation, 

munching on the snacks or beverages,

or just browsing through our exploits.

And so, we come out of the rooms,

sit in the balcony or common room, 

watching from the windows or terrace,

garden, trees, lakes and the mountains. 

As the cool breeze brushes our skin,

we appreciate, the pleasant weather,

even seeking warmth, of bonfires, 

to avoid the chills, in the evening.

Be it the spread, of morning breakfast,

enjoying the refreshments, in between,

everything brought us joy and happiness,

making us forget, all our worries... 

It was a wonderful stay indeed.

Stubble burning or composting

Since ancient times, we had known,

value of compost from waste products,

be it manure, animal product or stubble...

Used in gardens, farms or orchards, 

as a mulch, a layer over the soil,

to keep them fertile year long. 

With the arrival of chemical fertilizer,

we lost the need for natural methods,

for the enrichment of the fertility...

And we plow, plant the seeds,

not let the land take some rest,

for utilizing the farm, at full capacity. 

And in this process, it becomes a hurdle,

generation of byproducts, like the stubble,

that had to be dealt in-between...

So, they choose to burn them all,

making the path clear for another batch, 

with newer fertilizers, ready to use. 

But, they were ignorant, or desperate, 

for, it leads to losing precious nutrients,

that could be used as mulching of soil...

Instead, burning brought the pollution, 

harming people and the environment, 

leaving behind a blackened scar on earth. 

So, let us find ways to be sustainable, 

make nature renew, through compost, 

when we use leaves or shredded stubble...

And it would reduce our dependency, 

as we nourish and nurture the soil,

of gardens, orchards or farming lands... 

Without adversely affecting environment. 

Things in order

Most of us are simple beings,

preferring to follow the routine,

to have an ease of our mind,

by keeping things in order. 

But life present us situations,

that disrupts our flow of actions,

influencing our mental conditions, 

through external or internal factors. 

Internally, the mistakes committed, 

leaving guilts and some regrets,

help us experience, learn wisdom,

and progress, growing as a person. 

The external factors are a concern,

we don't have the power to control,

likes of incompetency or corruptions,

followed by ones, of higher positions. 

And we have very limited options,

to protest, endure or change directions, 

yet, facing physical or mental agony,

with disappointments, losing motivations. 

So, society need to be more conscious,

policies should be helpful, & accountable,

if true progress, development is desired,

we need to keep...things in order.

Listen to my tale

Listen to my tale...

Oh, weary travelers of far lands,

embarking on this journey of life, 

to find your elusive destination.

And I will tell the secrets,

known busy a selected few,

for, there lies an oasis hidden,

under a magical veil, since ancient days. 

Only the braves would undertake,

this very strenuous excursion, 

not a detour from your routine, 

but an experience of a lifetime...

Protected by the forest guardians,

the path remains untouched for long,

ballads were written by those heard,

their glory, shared by us songsters. 

So, once every full moon,

a path would open in the forest,

showing directions to divine meadow,

where fortunes were in abundance. 

Beware, darkness might prevent,

even evoke your underlying fears,

yet the courageous remain unfazed, 

and find ways to concealed space. 

It's a realm of in-between,

boundaries are obscured of reality,

where wishes were materialized,

you could gather many valuables.

No one knows what one desires,

not much is revealed by the victors, 

but they all achieved the dreams,

being attained their fantasies... 

So, listen to my tale, weary travelers, 

and you might find the answers...

To your elusive destination. 

Judgement day

"The world is going downhill,

pot of sin is filled to brim,

and we could here the sirens,

judgement days will be upon us" 

Judgement Day...

A popular prophecy,

it's been imagined by many,

like cataclysmic flood of the past,

there's a catastrophe waiting for us. 

What if...

It's not the human, that bear the sin,

there's something more evil lurking within,

and it's showing it's sign, even now,

with medical advancements, and A.I. 

It's not like robot army would rise,

or in a matrix, we are confined,

but a more natural, yet unimaginable, 

using of something like CRISPER. 

Our genetics, is the domain of God,

we are still ignorant of it's essence, 

yet, we have started editing, for medicine, 

unaware, it's could open a pandora box. 

For centuries, we used artifical selection,

even genetically modified, plant or animal,

but CRISPER potential, to change humans,

like nuclear energy, used for atomic bomb. 

Add the spices of advancements of A.I,

we were shown dreams, of an ideal life,

a recipe for disaster, waiting to happen,

when A.I changes us, to our perfect form. 

For, uniformity & conformity would come,

our desire for conveniences & perfection,

the strings were pulled by a machine mind, 

making us listen, blindly without questions. 

Years went by, all will have edited child,

a guardian institute, oversee the quality,

society becomes docile and subservient, 

as governments collaborate with A.Is. 

Before long, we would lose our emotions,

become a zombie, without a conscience, 

may be then, the higher power intervenes,

be it from western or eastern prophecies. 

Judgement Day...

What if it's not the sin of man,

but the rise of something inhuman,

awakens the divine, to protect us,

from our advancing civilization. 

Take responsibility of your action

Civilization has grown,

for, we have known,

the secrets of world,

that we unraveled, 

with each and every turn...

Of knowledge, that we learn. 

With plethora of amenities, 

bringing diverse opportunities, 

to be entertained, in our living...

And we have forgotten, 

the basics of our living,

for a sustainable lifestyle. 

Slowly but steadily we changed,

becoming apathetic to activities,

that are important part of our life...

From cleaning of self or surroundings,

keeping things in order, or being neighborly,

by taking responsibility of our actions. 

We developed the pride,

looking down on manual labors,

needed for proper functioning...

Of our home, or the nation,

from littering to damaging property, 

insensitive of other's feelings. 

Yet, it conveyed our ignorance,

which could have a wider impact,

defining the very culture, of our society...

If we are undisciplined, and uncivil,

it might spread, in our community,

changing the very ethos, of our society. 

Taking responsibility of our actions,

is the wisdom, shared by many,

creating an environment of trust...

Where people respect each other, 

coming together as a community,

to make their place, a wonderful space,

To live in!

To plan a journey

It's never easy,

to plan a journey,

needs a lot of courage,

even for making itineraries...

For, opinions clash,

between friends or families, 

changing prices and locations,

depending on their whimsies. 

The cautious ones,

would ponder the excuses,

while the wanderlust,

keeps on extending catalog.

The elderly intervenes,

adding some pilgrimages, 

and young ones, too eager,

to push for some adventures. 

But the sensible adults, 

would seek the budget,

not letting excitements, 

empty their dear pockets...

For, luxuries do appeal, 

while browsing options,

so many of popular places,

added in the secret wishlist. 

So, it's never easy,

to plan a journey,

bringing everyone to the table,

and keeping ourselves...available.

Shadowy corridors

In these shadowy corridors,

lies a world that's hidden,

where secrets were whispered, 

and conspiracies being murmured,

Behind the back, of the living... 

It's a meeting place,

of the cunning beings,

wanting to bring the harm,

by planning the schemes,

waiting for the right opportunity. 

These corridors... 

Once a vibrant scene, 

where laughter were heard,

and love too prospered,

being a haven for young couples,

helping them in romantic rendezvous... 

But now, lost its shine,

abandoned, damaged with time,

as if fallen under some curse,

for the mistakes, happened in the past,

robbing away, it's just future. 

Now they speak, a tale of woes,

still reverberating, in the hallways,

of a cruel fate, faced by innocents,

those past lovers, bravely embraced...

Under the Draconian authorities. 

And the shadowy corridors,

were the witness & silent keepers,

a testament of a forgotten era,

woven in the tapestry of time,

yet concealed, still waiting... 

For someone to discover. 

Shopping culture

There was once a time,

people exchanged commodities, 

within their neighborhoods.

Then population expands,

villages opened haat bazaars,

to buy and sell local products. 

With passing millennia...

Villages turned to towns,

and then, cities and metropolis.

So businesses too expanded,

from retail shops to supermarkets, 

providing routine necessities. 

With the arrival of modern era,

shopping mall culture ,

grabbing people's attention. 

Fortress of glass giants,

were indeed shopper's haven,

showing dreams, catering to needs. 

Gone were the bustling streets,

merchants and hawkers cacophony, 

interactions under the warm sunlight. 

For, communities were broken,

small businesses, facing the strain,

becoming victim, of the progress. 

Many rued, but no one listened,

money was too powerful a motivator, 

forcing the weak, to close their shops.

Making the powerful, more rich,

yet, fate comes with curious twist,

as internet brought the websites. 

A digital market, new shopping norm,

everything became available, in our palm,

with swift deliveries, across the land.

Foot traffic dwindled, their empire wanes,

Vacant storefronts, like a hollow shell,

facing losses, most shutters too fell. 

We have come a long way,

from crowded streets, to digital streams,

In the ways of our shopping culture.

Still, I wonder, our choices,

as the screens could never replace,

the warmth, and the charm of markets... 

For the sake of our conveniences.

Childhood days

One of the golden years,

were years of our childhood,

high spirits, full of energy,

days with exciting and lively.

With no concerns or worries,

we seek adventures & thrills,

no obligations that restrained,

our conquests and the glory. 

Many of such incidences, 

would appear, in my thoughts,

putting me in a jovial mood,

bringing a smile, on my lips.

It was a memory of exploits,

but, for us, it was expeditions,

finding best of the places,

for our hideout & escapades. 

Beyond our dwellings, 

we rush to sugarcane farms,

surrounded by fruit orchards,

just besides a running stream.

It was our place of play,

steal some fruits and canes,

trying to catch or discover fishes, 

accompanying snacks, or picnic lunch. 

Those were the days,

that I could fall back to,

during the darkest of times,

when mind needs inspirations...

It's a beautiful life,

if we only look around,

for, once we found this treasure,

will be cherished, deep within... 

And we could see the lights,

at the end, of the tunnel.

Lost yearning

How many years lost,

I don't even remember,

the dreams that are broken,

doesn't even make the noise. 

Feelings...

Unspoken, and unheard,

muted echoes, silenced thoughts,

yearning for your presence,

in the boulevard, of my heart. 

From stories to the shows,

I have seen many chronicles, 

kindling ideas, making impressions 

were these tales, mere fictions?

And I bought, building sandcastles,

being washed way, by sea of time. 

Then you came, like a breeze,

spreading fragrance, of blooming spring,

bringing colors to a gray world,

showing dreams, of wondrous future,

lowering guards, I too believed,

smitten by your charms & beauty,

giving directions, to surging emotions. 

Yet, it's a lie, unforeseen, 

there was never any sincerity, 

blinded by love, immersed in affection,

I never doubted, had suspicions

making promises, fruitless plans,

while you drifted, to your world,

abandoning my sentiments, high & dry,

only a lingering ache, ever-increasing... 

And seasons, keep on changing.

It's been a rough day

It's been a rough day, my dear...

Being tired of all the games,

would you call me near,

and take my worries away! 

Do I need a pretense,

by gathering some sympathy, 

or convey these intense feelings,

my craving for your company? 

For, you are my healing grace,

bringing me joy and pleasure,

there's nothing that can replace, 

your loving heart, that I treasure. 

And I know, you would care,

supporting me, in a sad moment,

holding my hands, offering your ears,

cheering, with words of encouragement. 

Your soothing voice, would then calm,

these surges of my turbulent emotions,

as I get distracted, by your charms,

diving deeper into the ocean...of your love. 

So, it's been a rough day, my dear...

Embrace me tight, take away my fear!

Street foods

Our streets are covered,

with sweet and oily foods,

rich aromas that appeal,

our brain, through nostrils. 

Fried Samosas, to sweet Jalebis,

steamed momo, chaaps & pakoras,

with many rolls, tikka and kebabs,

available in veg and non-veg options. 

A symphony of dishes, that unleash,

a burst of flavors, into our taste buds, 

and we rush, with growling stomach, 

to satiate our hunger, fulfilling cravings. 

Even in simple outing, we seek snacking,

from jhalmuri, chaats and panipuris, 

fruit juices and lassi joints, would quench thirst,

while fast food stalls, provides for our belly. 

Yet, we forget, in those daily quests,

our health concerns, the consequences, 

from mild indigestion, to serious illnesses,

likes of diabetes, hypertension & heart diseases. 

For, those were the vibrant streets,

a place for pleasure and fun treats, 

with hidden costs, that we may incur,

paid with our health and finances. 

So, let's be mindful of what we eat,

tread carefully, and balance our feast,

health is a treasure, needed to be protected,

and not lose it, for fleeting indulgence. 

Noise pollution

In the era of modernity,

we have brought many ills,

some are visible to our eyes,

a lot more hidden, at plain sight. 

Noise pollution...

An unwanted sound,

not only for humankind, 

but for plants and wildlife. 

It could be traffic or machinery, 

going beyond our hearing capacity,

even the maximum limits of 85 decibels,

were ignored, while performing activities. 

And we face consequences,

like tinnitus or hearing loss,

increasing stress, sleep disturbances, 

forcing us to seek professional help. 

I can't fathom, the extent of its impact,

faces the ecosystem, of flora and fauna,

for, we still can't fully comprehend,

potential effects of artificial noises. 

Still, studies have been showing,

loud noises changes the bio rhythm,

increasing heartbeats, reducing birthrate,

interfering with animal's ability to survive. 

Even the oceans, not left untouched,

by ships, oil drills and sonar devices,

marine tranquility, replaced by chaotic noises,

affecting adversely with their echolocation. 

As the noise become more predominant,

it affects, growth and propagation of plants,

disrupting seed dissemination & germination,

by frightening away their pollinators. 

So, let us be more conscious, of our acts,

raise awareness, help create silent zones,

part away with honking & noisy appliances, 

gravitate towards a life, that values silence. 

And increase the scrubs and trees...

Acting as a barrier, reducing noise pollution. 

Sustainable travel

Our heart sings, when feet march,

newer locations, to visit and watch,

the cityscapes and natural landscapes, 

appreciate cultures, learning traditions...

For a change of pace, or dreams fulfilled,

places by places, clearing bucket lists, 

even find time, for divine connections,

through pilgrimages, with friends & families. 

Travel...

To the faraway lands,

a desire many fosters, 

to experience this world, 

in our limited lifespan...

Satisfying our curiosities, 

exploring services they offer,

for luxuries, or the leisure,

depending on our expenditures. 

And we feel excited, and nervous,

ignorant of local rules and customs,

too absorbed, to our personal needs,

to give a thought, to their concerns.

We bring chaos, to their region,

which the authorities, didn't comprehend, 

crowd, pollution, environmental damage,

problems to arrive, to their doors. 

Once welcomed, travelers were feared,

brewing discomfort, conflict with visitors,

when essential resources were scarce,

be it food, water, road or landholders. 

For, every property, a borrowed home,

that we should cherish, when we roam,

being mindful, not take things for granted,

keep things pleasant, for people involved. 

The world, is a wonder to behold, 

nurture respect & care, for the globe,

let's not create landfill, where beauty lies,

only great memories, of our travel... 

By conscious steps, we could sustain,

without becoming a burden to everyone.

Its not a big deal (Villanelle poetry)

And we realize, it's not a big deal,

once we step out, of our small world,

experience ourselves, different perspectives. 

Learn from others, as we face life,

encounter hurdles, overcome challenges, 

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

We might find kindred spirits, along the way,

or lose many acquaintances, time's cruel ploy,

forcing us to accept, conflicting perspectives. 

But, never waver, stray from our path,

in this journey, to reach our destination, 

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

So we explore, flood senses with stimuli,

might get overwhelmed, by our feelings,

still obtain wisdom, changing our perspectives. 

We will finally reach, a higher stage,

changing our opinions, even radical shifts,

and we realize, it's not a big deal. 

As we look beyond self, with wider perspectives :)

Sweet sweet sugary world

Sweet sweet sugary world,

luring people, young or old,

showing us pleasant dreams,

gratifying our taste buds. 

From toffees to chocolates,

flavored drinks and ice creams,

traditional sweets to pastries, 

everything is so tempting. 

As a surprise, in our childhood, 

or an outing, with an adult friend,

being part of the meal as dessert,

and a reward, for our hard work. 

Ah, so much of love is spread,

though these delectable dishes,

stirring happy feelings inside,

when we relish, divine creations. 

Many are addicted, to every bite,

regardless of consequences, at sight,

tooth decay, and upset stomach,

getting complications, from diabetes. 

Sweet Sweet sugary world,

losing touch of natural options,

ignoring every warning foretold,

we keep diving deeper...into its fold. 

For, it's our guilty pleasure.

Afforestation, the saving grace

Deforestation, an evil shadow,

cast upon the spirit of development, 

miles of barren lands, that we encounter,

with the creation, of concrete jungles.

Yet, let's keep our hopes alive,

things changing, as individuals strive,

their efforts, might be drops in an ocean,

propelling our world, in a better direction. 

A sustainable world...

Not a distant dream,

for, people have gathered,

and organizations chip in.

World governments too,

starting to recognize,

taking initiatives and actions,

for a better environment. 

Afforestation...The saving grace,

helped humanity to compensate,

heal earth from the devastation,

mankind actions have contributed. 

So, arrived many warriors, 

sometime fighting a lone battle,

inspiring and assembling volunteers, 

to create an ecosystem of saviors. 

Let us take some moments,

and celebrate their achievements, 

as they restore the green covers,

infusing energy into mother nature.

Planting seeds for tomorrow

Stranded I was,

have I moved?

Commencing newer journey,

when I pursued...

Taking initiatives,

having promises renewed.

And I...

Sowed seeds of wishes,

to be granted in the future, 

when I become committed, 

with efforts, being transducer...

And, like a fertile soil,

this year would embrace,

my dreams & aspirations, 

letting me water with intentions, 

filtering worries and concerns.

Each day, I would monitor,

not become lazy or complacent, 

let light of passion & dedication, 

providing energy and the nutrients...

Still, be vigilant, of harsh weathers, 

bringing setbacks, and the failures,

shielding it from drought & floods,

of changing times or my emotions!

And I pray...

Let the roots, spread far and wide,

and shoot be sturdy, reach the heights, 

extending branches, to receive the lights,

so, it can stand, with pride!