In the evening

In the evening, I chose,

going out, for a stroll,

looking around my town,

busy streets, vending shops,

with bovine, on the paths,

resting canine, on sidewalks,

all the people, passing by,

groups engaged in chitchat,

and my gaze wanders,

in the chaotic rush, 

to the left, to the right,

looking up, at floating clouds,

a bit dark, still orangish hues,

as the sky, like shining pearl,

displays beauty, of twilight zone,

getting disturbed, by the horns,

watching sideways, on the roads,

walking briskly, a bit too fast,

to lose out, the crowded patch,

walking swiftly, reaching the place,

with big trees, over sandy space,

treading lightly, on ruggedly route,

looking around, the thorny scrubs, 

reaching the top, of the mounds,

the resting stage, on grassy plains,

a children park, yet adults jog,

connecting with nature, closer to home,

and I sat, watching my clock,

a little more, and I would return...

In the evening.

Rumors

Beware of the rumors,

they spread like forest fires,

through falsehood & misdirection, 

distorting the truth, we desire... 

Like a fleeting whisper,

that caught our attentions, 

find itself a fertile ground,

in our lips and the ears. 

And slowly, it stretches tentacles,

leading astray, us genuine seekers,

falling in hands, of wicked designs, 

devised by some evil masterminds. 

Even the simple mistakes,

like difference in perspectives, 

can create havoc to the message,

sprouting doubts, in our mind. 

So, seek truth, with due care,

let reasons guide, and not fears,

for, rumors thrive on confusions, 

sowing discords, in the hearts...

Of our dears. 

Scrutinize, each word that's spoken,

and pause, before sharing to others,

let truth prevail, like rays of sunshine, 

dispelling the shadows, of the lies...

Scattered

Scattered,

like these petals of rose,

my feelings for you disperse,

withered, dried, losing its sheen,

left in ground, facing the heat,

of your hurt and betrayal,

breaking my spirit. 

Scattered, 

like the pieces of glass,

piercing heart with its sharps,

leaving behind, nonhealing scars,

as memories of your thoughts,

overwhelming my emotions,

wetting my eyes, with tears. 

Scattered,

like the fragments of my soul,

leaving behind a deep hole,

as a reminder of time spent,

sharing dreams in our moments,

building a bond, of tender love,

that will never be replaced... 

Only to be left untouched !

Cooking show

It's the show, that delights,

a culinary stage, for us viewers, 

where spices were sprinkled, 

over various gourmet dishes,

and also present the charms,

of some local cuisines. 

Cooking shows... 

As the magic is cast,

from the kitchens of chef,

bringing flavors, into our home,

as they display, their honed skills,

together with knifes in the cutlery, 

creating symphony of tasty foods. 

Sometimes sweets, sugary delights,

mostly savory, and appealing bites,

every episode, unfolds newer surprises,

a visual feast, from routine ingredients, 

stimulating cravings, building up appetite,

and we dream, of having them in plates. 

Yet, I am just a lazy watcher,

spending my passive moments,

in these channels of virtual display,

catering to my desires, in imagination,

these exotic blends, culinary artistry...

Igniting cravings, through cooking shows.

In the rush, of our lives

In the rush, of our lives,

we might encounter many stories, 

being played through the eyes,

of the beings, in our surroundings... 

Eyes....

The one that observes, 

capturing snapshots of the hearts,

telling the tales, of unspoken thoughts,

carrying their unique narratives. 

So I watched, when the time paused,

being stuck in traffic, feeling the pulse,

in my mental space, information poured,

making assumptions, as waiting prolonged. 

My attention fall, on people at bus stop,

a young couple chatting, holding hands, 

being only students, bunked their class,

having private moments, away from world. 

There were children, holding hands,

running away giggling, on the sidewalk,

I was a bit concerned, when I found out,

their mother chasing them from behind. 

A delivery boy, calling to the client,

explaining reasons, for being late,

while car besides, opening window,

curses crowd, while blocking corner path. 

Every attention, was on blinking signals,

hoping to leave place, sooner the better,

for their personal and work responsibilities, 

any stasis of the flow, is detested. 

Having the common goal to escape...

I wondered how singular, is this wish?

Stalking

Stalking,

in the shadows,

pursuing the target,

tracking them down...

Like a spy, or jilted lover,

seen in suspense thriller,

they sneak upon the victim. 

Stalking,

They were trespassing,

crossing the boundaries,

of those unsuspecting...

Building up the tension,

activating stealth mode,

for the very moment. 

Stalking,

and it seems unfair,

not giving time to prepare,

facing a surprise attack...

And, it doesn't give time,

to gather the courage,

for a chance, to fight back! 

Stalking,

It's all fun and joy,

in the games, or movies...

But, it gives a scare, 

if experienced in real life,

being chased as a prey.

Ancient structures speaks

These ancient structures witnessed

for centuries, prayers of the devotees, 

scented with aromas of dhup and karpoor,

fragrances of flowers, spread everywhere. 

The magnificent temple architecture amazes,

exquisite structures attracts & captivates,

walking of uneven rocky pavements,

where millions of steps had treaded. 

Abode of god, it's a sacred place,

where believers gather to connect,

carrying their wishes, show respect,

standing in lines, to have glimpses. 

And they pray, with open arms,

to receive blessings, of the deity,

doing rituals, with circumambulation,

of these grand temple complexes. 

So I walked, with deep reverence, 

admiring the efforts, that were made,

intricate carvings, delicately crafted,

presenting tales with symbolism. 

Still, these ancient structures speak,

of the energies, permeating in the air,

in the sounds of conch & chanting,

as human spirits reaches divine consciousness!

Satire

In their words, lies humor,

tickling our mind, for a laugh,

yet, it bears deeper meanings,

criticizing prevailing wrongdoings, 

through exaggeration and ridicule,

making us aware, of these irony. 

Satires... 

A form of social commentary, 

exposing our mental conditioning, 

of our quirks, habits prevalent,

their wordplay, paints the canvas,

putting spotlight, illuminating shadows,

by laying bare, unnoticed hypocrisies. 

It's an art, creating the balance,

infusing messages, in playful remarks,

amusing mind, stirring the conscience, 

So, let us praise, promote its clever guise,

putting bitter truth, in sugar-coated pills,

for, a satire's voice, is a potent sound...

Changing this world, towards better direction. 

Listless Day

Walking up to sunny sky,

I wondered, what's the time,

being lazy, or just tired,

to break my morning routine.

Opening the window curtain,

I encountered autumn breeze,

a bit warm, still felt cooler,

giving me a mixed feeling. 

So, I went back, to lay,

on my bed, for more rest,

closing eyes, covering blanket,

as the clock, kept on ticking.

Yet, my sleep, lost its way,

still being lethargic, so I stay,

with open eyes, mind adrift,

adjusting eyes to the brightness. 

Listless day... 

Too bored, tired to play,

it was one of those moments,

where I felt slow, unmotivated, 

without task or prior engagements.

Mind adrift, with a vacant stare, 

wandering, in realms of thoughts,

there was no urgency, or desires,

just floating, in this calm ocean.

In the recesses, of our hearts

In the recesses, of our hearts,

lies countless dreams & desires,

sprouting from our wishes,

restrained by our realities. 

Concealed...hearts 

Locked in the confines,

of the aspirations failed,

emotions that swelled,

impulses that are wrong,

our guilts and the remorse, 

for some immoral thoughts,

attractions, and infatuations, 

eccentric hobbies or interests,

and some secrets & promises,

taken to our death beds.... 

Then, were some cherished times,

that are too special, to be shared,

intimate moments, and company,

blooming the spring, of our life,

or souvenirs of nostalgic moments,

collected and stored delicately,

in the cabinets, carefully selected,

for reminiscing, in our days... 

For, when we were alone,

we could revisit and learn,

reliving those tender emotions,

be it joy, anger, shame or affection...

Flowing through, recesses of our heart!

Just don't tell me...

I know it wouldn't last,

just don't tell me... 

Childhood...

We had an adventure, 

exploring our neighborhoods,

studies and mischiefs in schools,

and playing games, with friends. 

College days were fun,

with worries and concerns,

newer feelings that sprouted,

those excitements & nervousness,

stepping to the world of adulthood. 

Working days were hectic,

earning salaries were exhilarating, 

those outings, with our colleagues, 

getting praises, and responsibilities, 

becoming part of the society. 

There were days of breaks & vacations, 

spending on visits, mountain & oceans,

playing games, watching favorite shows,

enjoying moments, in countless days & nights,

yet, they fade away, from our memories. 

They never stay, even when we tried,

waiting to depart, without a farewell,

reminding us, of its transient nature,

watching it slip by, as we got older,

the cherished time, we spent here... 

So, I don't entertain, gloomy thoughts,

that brings agony, for those losses,

rather treasure, close to my heart,

for, I know, it wouldn't last,

just don't tell me that...

Wetland forests

One of the important warriors, 

to maintain ecological balance, 

are woodlands, on waterlogged soils,

known as the wetland forests... 

For, the soil is saturated with water,

with trees, adapted to wet conditions, 

creating the unique ecosystems,

supporting species of plant & animals. 

It's value, far exceeds biological role,

as it also helps in flood control,

filtering water, preventing erosion,

also helps in carbon sequestration. 

We would find them everywhere,

in the swamps, marshes and mangroves,

even the jungles along river & streams,

supporting wide range of wildlife. 

Yet, us human, have taken control,

draining or destroying, for agriculture, 

filling it with cement, rock and sands,

for building empires of real estates. 

And, we are now, facing consequences, 

numerous threats of climate change,

brought by floods and landslides,

due to deforestation & encroachment. 

So, let us protect wetland forests,

besides the lakes, rivers & oceans,

with the involvement of communities, 

and implementing government policies.

When I yearned

 If I yearn, when I yearned,

and your words, act like balm,

tried to manage, and to calm,

but they couldn't, heal this pain,

leaving behind, an ugly stain. 

For, it needs no quick fixes,

rather a sustained attention, 

increasing the flow of intentions,

assuring these broken emotions,

letting it change gradually... 

Yet, you acted so blind,

too concerned for your time,

to be spared, for lonely soul,

getting weary, as days gone,

kept waiting, for your arrival. 

Still, I longed, as I yearned, 

for that moment, of our union,

from expectations, to disappointments, 

changing colors, with circumstances, 

and letting go, of my hopes.... 

To ever unite again!

They leave a mark

Sometimes light, sometimes dark,

never concealed, leaving the mark,

these wounds, physical or mental,

coming to attentions, when one watch... 

Is it the hurt, from the injuries,

or revisiting, those painful memories, 

there's something special, too personal,

that we treasure, beyond our worries. 

For, they signify, our journey,

walking on paths, that's thorny, 

all the bruises, that cause bleeding, 

piercing hearts, left us grieving. 

We tried to ignore, wear a mask,

yet, gaining our peace, an uphill task,

being awake, in those countless nights,

evaluating responses, of fight or flight. 

Time does heal, gradually we adapt,

small episodes, becomes important events,

while body grows, creating protective covers,

with newer sensations, spreading its colors. 

Still, I appreciate, as I cherished,

these faint lesions, & the blemish, 

symbolizing resilience, of my heart,

honoring my efforts, to climb back...

From my despair!

Taking decisions

It's a concern, many questions,

of time taken, for making decisions,

some were swift, act without thinking,

while others, tread after deliberations. 

For, time waits for none,

once gone, never to return,

so, it's better to take chances,

than to lose out, in this race. 

Yet, diving blindly to the problems,

not always help, in opening solution,

rather pushes us, to the failures,

teaching lessons, & disappointments. 

And we develop predisposition, 

having biases, influencing reactions,

letting us prone, to have opinions,

affecting our time, in making conclusions. 

So, it's always been a hassle,

these thoughts, gives us troubles,

for taking responsibility, of our choices, 

and accepting any rewards...

Or the punishments.

History is important

History... is important,

more so, if it's neutral,

written by able hands,

passed down generations,

through oral traditions,

or carved into stones,

in various monuments,

displayed or laid hidden,

away from being plundered. 

For, the written ones,

are lost in transitions, 

decades to millenniums,

from sheets of paper, 

to language obscured,

everything changes,

facing the brunt of time,

with damaged portions,

making it indecipherable. 

But, here lies the messages,

from warnings to wisdom,

that have been forgotten,

faded from recent memories,

as our actions are detrimental, 

even to the surroundings,

would lead us eventually, 

into the lap of destruction...

As a punishment, for our deeds. 

So, remember, history is important, 

if not influenced, by our dominance, 

including every merit and faults,

seen through objective eyes,

sharing them as they happened,

without comments or conclusions,

letting the future reader to learn,

about our living conditions,

as they realize, even celebrate...

The legacy, we left behind. 

Arisha pitha- taste of nostalgia

There are certain dishes,

we don't eat, but experience, 

flavors, that stimulate senses, 

visual, smell, and taste buds...

For, these million receptors, 

waiting to capture the molecules,

sending signals, in olfactory systems,

stimulating, hippocampus & amygdala 

So I looked, at these dark-brown desserts, 

being categorized, as traditional pitha,

a sweet pancake, from rice & jaggery,

sprinkled with servings of sesame seeds.

Every bite, created magical moments, 

transporting me back, to childhood years, 

where these treats, I would savor,

in my visits, to grandparent's homes. 

Emotions flooded, I teared up,

as I realized, how much I have lost,

those carefree days, filled with wonder, 

and foods, symbols of close connections. 

But now, everything commercialized, 

losing their meanings, even qualities, 

still we seek, those authentic flavors, 

due to special ingredients or emotions. 

Arisa Pitha...

I still do remember, 

the joy of my first exposure,

as an offering, in festive seasons,

and I developed, a strong attachment. 

And years passed, I had forgotten,

until now, when I encountered,

this taste of nostalgia!! 

* Olfactory system: Nervous system for sense of smell

* Amygdala: Brain's area for emotional learning

* Hippocampus: Brain's area for memory 

Day of pleasure

In this lovely morning,

I was feeling, a bit horny,

so I seek, your tender lips,

as you lay, I planted a kiss... 

My hands, would trace the line,

your velvety skin, its porcelain shine,

slowly, softly, I explore the surfaces,

with my fingers, caressing your places. 

You let out, the sweetest moans,

feeling the pleasure, in your tones,

enticing me, with seductive gaze,

accepting invitation, with an embrace. 

The temptation, is all too strong,

temperature rises, sweats we broke,

as bodies collides, in passion's fire, 

falling deep, into dance of desires. 

And I taste, the divine nectar,

oozing like honey, pure delight, 

spreading its tantalizing fragrance,

making me fall....into a trance. 

So we move, in rhythmic motions,

quenching lust, in various positions,

neither you paused, nor I stopped,

when we indulged, in our pleasures...

Relationships and pets

Building trust,

with unconditional love,

a comfort in their presence, 

creates a bond, that transcends, 

the differences, of the species.... 

It's that feelings that grow,

by stimulating our hormones,

we desire it more & more,

as we pet, and we cuddle,

our beloved fur babies. 

Tamed for there functions,

slowly became our companions,

from being part of our families, 

to becoming our priorities, 

influencing decision, these days. 

And I sometimes wondered, 

of the reasons, it might imply,

that had led to this rising trend,

of luxuries, becoming a necessity,

replacing relations, between humans. 

If so, then it's just sad,

for they too, need the space,

than be used, to fill the void,

that were left, in the absence, 

of stable relationships. 

For, they are adorable, 

and deserve all the love,

but should be provided,

with warmth of a home,

living with human families. 

Changing traditions

There's something missing,

or it was always the same,

in the era of profit & losses,

we might have lost the game.... 

For, the world also revolves,

around materialistic influences,

a chain of supply and demands,

pulls this wagon, of our relations. 

It's a wonderful system,

when blessed with abundance,

but becomes a heavy burden,

facing lack of resources. 

Adding fuel to fire,

we force unrealistic expectations, 

break the delicate balance,

between commodities & consumers. 

So, negotiations would fail,

bringing stasis to our flow,

for, we were willing to wait,

letting stagnancy grow...silently. 

It's a pity, we couldn't change,

blinded by desires and aspirations, 

or merely victim, of changing situations, 

slowly becoming, unspoken traditions... 

And we become...

Both victim, and the perpetrator,

still a puppet, of this game,

of greed and corruption.

Yawning

Yawning...

With an open mouth,

I bet it is infectious,

making us drowse,

stealing our attention 

be it office or our house... 

And I wondered, 

it's because I am sleepy,

too tired or being bored,

yet, the more I learned, 

I realized it's importance,

to keep us awake and alert. 

It's an arousal reflex,

releasing some hormone,

to increase our heart rate,

as an evolutionary response,

to prevent us from dangers, 

from being asleep or inattentive. 

So, yawning is a great help,

acting as an involuntary reflex,

even used voluntarily by us,

to equalize pressures within ears.

But beware, of the excessive ones,

might signify, a lack of sleep,

from insomnia, narcolepsy, apnea, 

or many grave diseases... 

Still, lighter ones won't hurt,

spread through power of suggestions, 

when we watch others yawn,

we accompany them, on this fun...

Preserve...

Preserve...

Conserve your energy,

don't waste it on moments,

being high on emotions, 

making decisions, you might regret. 

For, there were times,

you felt conflicted, 

of making choices,

to protect your honor. 

Having disappointments,

of any unfair treatments,

letting you venture,

on the path of outbursts. 

For, the world would react,

harming your prospects onwards,

these small sparks ignite,

burning away your future. 

Preserve...

You may have been right,

but, there are possibilities of mistakes,

so, introspect your actions,

unless you are giving disrespect. 

Always see the larger picture,

that are beyond, present situations,

if the conditions are favorable,

you can easily brave the storms... 

Calming mental turbulence!!

The treasured shoes

A sleek design, of latest trends,

that appealed, my youthful heart,

and style, suiting my aesthetics,

I purchased, without batting my eyes. 

And I wore, in every outing,

on smooth floors, & rough patches, 

in the party, became status symbol,

while in hikes, a faithful companion. 

A leather shoes, with rustic view,

worn out, showing wear and tears,

facing ravages, of passing times,

it still managed, remain by my sides. 

It's charm, lies in the durability,

resisting deterioration of weather, 

getting abrasions, from the soil,

avoiding cracks, soaked in water. 

For decades, it supported me, 

yet, changes gradually took over,

newer lifestyle, demanding replacements,

it was left behind, being forsaken. 

Too old, to the newer generations, 

withered, displaying damaged conditions, 

loose heel, and worn out soles,

only retaining shape and form. 

So now, it rests in the shoe stand,

as a reminder, of the bygone era, 

holding pieces, the treasured memory,

of our exploits and the adventures!

Boredom

We love to be independent,

have freedom of choices,

not to be interfered by others,

living for ourselves, & have fun... 

Yet, sooner we learn the risks,

missing the connections, we freak,

try to find it online, or in gatherings,

that were casual, but fleeting... 

And thus arrives, the condition,

ailing our hearts, without realization, 

forcing us into different distractions,

for, we have been afflicted, by boredom... 

Boredom... 

It's a deadly disease,

seeking affinity, kindred spirits,

some find it in newer interests,

others, in their devotion,

towards work, or their faith. 

Yet, a lot many failed,

to reclaim their own stage,

going through many phases,

from addictions, to loneliness. 

Society too, is to be blamed,

setting up unrealistic standards,

with population putting pressures,

forcing them into competitions. 

And we break away from roots,

that would have nurtured our soul,

providing ways, to invest the mind,

while developing society, as a whole. 

For, it has worked, since ancient times!

Mending the cracks

It takes a minor breach,

created on fortified walls,

from damages or indifference, 

leading to its downfall... 

It always shows the signs,

like the splits, on decaying planks,

on the old, dilapidated buildings,

leading to fall of the structures. 

Nothing in this world is impervious, 

we can determine, the expiry dates,

sometimes natural, unfortunate events,

or our actions, leading to consequences. 

The large mountains collapse, 

lands would face subsidence, 

rivers and lakes could be dried, 

from the minor cracks & fissures. 

Even our relationships wither, 

as doubts seep, in crevices of hearts,

spreading further, if not mended,

breaking us apart, before we realize. 

So, don't get complacent, 

watch carefully, do inspections, 

finding deficiencies, taking actions,

to prevent its progression...

Into something irreparable! 

Mending these cracks,

as early as possible. 

The master key

In the crevices of our hearts,

lies treasured memories, of beautiful past,

each moment, that brought us joy,

gradually building, our present life... 

It's that master key,

carved out of our experiences, 

from the doorsteps of our youth,

to the thresholds, of adulthood.

We were curious, when we explored, 

finding pleasures, from things learned,

gaining lessons, from our setbacks,

building confidence, with our achievements. 

And we stand, on these corridors,

seeking our destiny, behind closed doors,

everything is tried, yet nothing works,

we get distressed, but won't lose hope.

For, here we reflect, tap into memories, 

gaining insights, proceed for our dreams,

opening doors, looking for opportunities,

holding onto precious master key... 

So, let us dive, into our mind,

for our key, resources we will find,

each fragments, that we hold dear,

help us forge, this divine piece...

Opening ourselves, to various possibilities!!

Tsukumogami

An idea, or a belief,

in folktales of far east,

showing us to take care,

value the things we utilize. 

Tsukumogami...

Object of daily use,

gaining spirit or a soul,

when existed for a hundred years,

be it personal or household items. 

Bring good luck, and protect owners,

or play pranks, cause disturbances, 

but may even become vengeful,

if harmed or treated poorly. 

So, people cared, give offerings,

prayed for help, appeasing spirits,

even becoming object of artworks,

inspiring artist's imagination & creations. 

Yet, hidden within these subject,

lies a very beautiful message,

of caring these tools & objects,

which added, value to our living...

How do animal see us

Have we ever thought,

that, our vision is not enough,

there are different perceptions, 

of looking towards the reality. 

It varies species to species,

in interactions, with their surroundings, 

from various receptors and senses,

and other factors, like body type? 

Even in different individuals, 

affected with various ailments,

in their eyes or mental conditions, 

this world changes its appearance.

So, have we ever wondered, 

as we watch or want attentions, 

the way we were projected,

in the minds, of different animals. 

Be it birds, flying on the sky,

the fishes, deep inside water,

our short pet, like cat and dogs, 

or larger ones, equine or cattle. 

Those eyes, sees us approaching,

trying to build an understanding, 

even by ones, that might harm,

like insects, reptiles or amphibians. 

When we learn this, through technologies, 

opening our mind, widening perspectives,

would it make us kind and empathetic, 

to be more mindful of our interactions?

It's an interval

It's an interval...

A pause between the movements,

providing respite, to exhausted vessels,

letting it recharge, continue the motion. 

Only few could enter, into the realms,

where time & space, create resonance,

opening path to quantum dimensions.

And here, magic of world unveils,

in the momentary cease of activities, 

creating snapshots of the existence. 

The artist paint, them in canvas,

scientist research, collected data,

to discover the law, that governs.

In the flap, of the winged creatures, 

or the thrusts, from fishes in water,

there's a stillness, in their rhythm. 

And we, the evolved beings,

connect, with higher consciousness, 

while tapping, to our life energy. ( prana)

For, we learn, to attune our senses,

enhance our ability, to observe pauses,

of our breath, as a pathway...

To something beyond!

Strangers in the party

In the gatherings, people assemble, 

creating groups, having discussions, 

yet, my heart felt, out of place...

Eyes searching, finding a corner.

Holding a glass, took occasional sips,

watching interactions, those lively scenes,

scanning the room, keeping me occupied,

and discovered an introvert, just like me. 

Sitting beside window, holding a cup,

he looked outside, at the traffic flow,

then he returned, back to celebrations, 

with random greetings, as per situations. 

And our gaze met, for some moments, 

we gave each other, meaningful glances,

for, we understood, the social obligations, 

while holding on, our personal space. 

No words transpired between us,

yet, thoughts shared, through gestures,

of our hearts whispers, that swayed,

feeling delighted, while getting drained.

For, these parties, are like enigma,

let us wonder, get overwhelmed, 

so, we recognized, a kindred spirit,

looking at the expressions, of others. 

Being invisible, in this crowded room, 

we may feel lost, waiting to escape,

but, a stranger, made us realize, 

there's still a place...for us!!

Jasmine flowers

In the sides of the walls,

there lies a divine scrub,

where star shaped flowers,

were spreading their fragrances...

A common sight in many households,

growing in clusters, fully laden,

every day, we pluck few blossoms,

from Chameli to sweet Tagar... 

Native to tropical, warm temperature, 

widely grown for ornamental value,

used as raw material for perfumes,

or making garlands, for offerings...

A gift from God, symbol of divine purity,

with a scent, that would charm many,

it's multiple petals, in white colors,

compliment its value, to us humans... 

Jasmine flower... 

From time immemorial, 

were part of society, 

much sought after,

for its significance...

So, let's take some moment,

adore these gentle florets, 

when we drink Jasmine tea,

or use their fragrant smells... 

As garlands for self,

and offerings, for the deity,

brought from the markets,

or freshly picked, from our surroundings...

In the wee hours

In the wee hours, 

I was wide awake,

" what's the time now...

I mumbled in sleepy daze.

The darkness surrounds,

difficult to ascertain space,

yet, mind was too troubled,

so, I rise, from my bed. 

Sitting cross-legged, I straighten,

my eyes focused, on window pane,

there's a stillness, with moment serene,

I felt an urge, to spread my awareness.

My senses heighten, eyes adapted, 

and light filtered, from closed drapes,

shadows formed, as room illuminates, 

I was surprised, to have an experience. 

And slowly, a soft glow seeps inside,

slowly intensifying, brightening surrounding, 

pushing back, the cloak of darkness, 

that enveloped, obscuring my eyes.

The rays blending with remain dimness, 

creating vivid colors, enchanting my mind,

and I witnessed, as magic unfolds,

as curtains radiate, with arrival of dawn!!

Recalling old songs

Decades long gone,

listening old songs,

recalling teenage years,

carefree days of fun...

Walking with friends,

cycling for the races,

playing cricket on fields,

or at home, watching MTVs. 

Now, decades later,

refreshing these moments, 

surfing through internet,

videos of forgotten songs...

And memories flood,

of old Stereo systems,

evolving with time,

from Walkman to MP3 players,

then iPod, captured our attention. 

All the movie songs or indipops,

English bands and instrumentals, 

hours were spent in selecting,

arranging cassettes to making playlist...

Then PCs, took their place,

Winamp to Window media players,

we were immersed, forgetting the world,

equipped with a pair of headphones. 

So, let me refresh, those memories, 

watching videos, from forgotten era,

each notes, signifying an emotion,

containing flavors, of youthful years...

Summer burns

It's that time of year,

when the sun rays hit 

directly on the hemisphere, 

causing intense heating,

and higher temperatures.

Summer burns...

It feels so hot,

like walking on scorching earth,

while air feels thick and heavy,

as weather becomes oppressive, 

to the life below.

Longer days increase pressures,

heating up by absorbing radiations,

as sun rises, reaching the peaks,

warming up the atmosphere,

without any scattering.

Us, humans, searching for shades,

many among bear the consequence,

from heat cramps to heat exhaustion, 

heat strokes become medical emergency,

due to high body temperatures.

The nature could provide respite, 

yet, we stole water, destroy greeneries, 

incidences of forest fire were common,

animals dying from dehydration,

putting stress on their bodies.

Summer burns...

We have known,

it's our duty to provide assistance,

by supplying water to the vulnerable,

let them withstand these onslaughts,

till the clouds returns. 

I don't need directions

I don't need directions, 

in this journey, I embarked,

for, things only becomes clear,

when I tread, on uncharted paths. 

My legs don't get tired,

walking on these avenues,

always finding something new,

passing through the streets. 

The highways, open and wide,

let me feel, the thrills of drive,

so, I don't restrict, to destinations,

with my vehicle, savor these rides. 

Dormant signs...lost in time,

So, my heart, be the guide,

I am just a wanderer soul,

my mental map, let me decide. 

It's a game of chances, 

someday I win, sometimes lost,

each experience, valuable lessons,

exploring, & finding treasured moments. 

So, let's not get confined,

look beyond names on sign,

every place, have special vibes,

let us visit, imbibing the atmosphere... 

For, a memorable life...

Holding my hands

Holding my hands, you led,

shown me the world's shades,

following your calls and eyes,

I learned to speak and smile.

Wiping my tears, when I'm hurt,

soothing voice, ease my heart,

I peacefully slept, listening lullabies,

as you gently rocked the cradle.

Years passed, I did grow,

but always be, a child for you,

having me embrace, in your arms,

sweetly calling, my nickname.

For, you have also shown,

taught me various lessons, 

supporting me, in ups and downs,

even pampering me, throughout life.

Dear mother...

I might not be best,

given you worry & distress,

still I cherish, these memories, 

grateful for every blessing. 

For, you are the vessel of divinity,

protecting me, in life's journey, 

building foundations, for me to stand,

giving me courage, to soar the sky.

Happy Mother's Day!

Like a flowing stream

Like a flowing stream,

coursing into my dreams,

surging on or slowing down, 

yet, cascading towards me.... 

Your voice, like a nightingale, 

is cheering this lonely soul,

singing gentle & sweet songs,

to calm my aching heart... 

Your eyes, a hypnotizing view,

welcoming me to dive deeper,

exploring the depth of emotions, 

without any fear or pretence... 

Your arms, with a warm embrace,

make me lose any wariness,

being vulnerable to this closeness,

as you envelop me with affection... 

And, like a flowing stream,

your love keeps pouring in,

circulating inside my body,

taking over my mind... 

As your thoughts...

Keeps me awake!

Equality is a myth

Equality is a myth,

for, our wants are not equal,

our acts, were not equal, 

and rewards, are not equal... 

Don't get me wrong,

necessities are universal, 

have to mitigate deficiencies, 

for a flourishing nation... 

Yet, we force ideals,

that aren't even rational,

robbing from one's hand, 

to bestow, it to others... 

And we don't supervise, 

letting corruption, greed to rise,

things started out of goodwill,

becomes a path of exploitation... 

For, equality is a myth,

society always find ways,

through our own actions,

creating newer class divisions... 

So, be fair and neutral,

give equal opportunities to all,

appreciate the growth of one’s,

truly putting their efforts.

Be accountable

Be accountable,

people have trusted you,

it's lives of the masses,

that are put on lines,

facing brunt, of your actions.

Be accountable,

not fall victim to pride,

ignoring the warnings,

while emotions are high,

blinding you from realities. 

Be accountable,

understand your position,

navigate through challenges, 

and take enough precautions, 

before deliberating decisions.

Be accountable,

when facing conflicts,

calibrate your options, 

and defuse the tensions,

stopping any escalations.

Be accountable,

it's your duty to fight,

when the cause is genuine,

but be ready, pay the price,

for any misadventures. 

So, ask your heart,

where things went wrong,

and bear consequences, 

when you discover faults...

Be accountable!

* No one wants war, only common man suffers. Hope Pakistan understands the gravity of these situations. 

Victim mindset

Wrapped in the cloak of victimhood,

we shroud the strength of our soul,

with self-pity as constant companion,

we lose the chance, attain larger roles... 

Letting precious moments slip by,

as wounded ego, blurred our eyes,

a toxic blend of pride, greed & envy,

cast shadows, over our fragile bonds... 

And slowly, poison seeps in mind,

relationships wither, as love dies,

afflicted by the curse, of self-absorption,

like a prisoner, we are trapped inside... 

And we treat others, with disdain,

depriving them of recognition,

of appreciating role and contributions, 

while highlighting our dire conditions. 

So, let's break free, of this threat,

or lose ourselves, leaving only regrets,

by opening our heart, to compassion,

guided by empathy and kindness... 

And find true happiness....

Away from victim mindset!

Invisible connections

These are like strings,

tied down the generations, 

a bond of love, or blood,

that keep us calling...

We might seek liberties, 

reach the peak of possibilities, 

yet, there's no coherence or synergy, 

unless we are in proximity...

Of our roots. 

In our thoughts, they prosper,

all the feelings, that we foster,

in fond memories of families,

left behind, in our journey...

And we gravitate, towards history, 

even if we're not affected directly, 

exploring links, with ancestral lands,

seeking answers, to our identities. 

For, the world, is a vast place,

each person, had their perspectives, 

still, they unite, for a common goal,

our attachments, playing its role...

So, let's celebrate, these invisible threads,

connecting hearts, feelings that spread,

influencing our actions, providing direction,

building life, from the very foundations.

The pendulum clock

With weight and chains,

the pendulum swayed,

keeping time in motion.

As its three hands moved,

in seconds, minutes & hours,

chiming melodies, in the intervals. 

It was a beautiful scene, 

but now, wistful memories, 

hidden away, in the store.

For, the pendulum stopped,

as the parts were locked,

and its functions, not needed. 

Yet, the life, never paused,

rushing into future stage,

leaving the past behind.

Still, the moments froze,

for that pendulum clock,

the day, it stopped working... 

As its masters got old,

and children, leave the roost, 

so, house became dilapidated.

But, within its wooden box,

stored away in vacant room,

the clock, was still lively... 

Sleeping peacefully, having blissful dreams,

of its masters gathering, to hear the chime,

in the rhythm, of pendulum swings!!

An empty chair

An empty chair,

recently vacated,

felt much welcoming,

to a visiting person... 

With a sense of familiarity, 

that's difficult to ascertain, 

from residual heat emitted,

by the previous occupier. 

In the outline, on the surface,

things we feel, with our epidermis,

acting as a reminder, of the time,

the seat was thriving, was alive. 

Was abandoned, being left aside,

still carried memories, of their life,

as it awaits, to serve new master,

and release energy, that it absorbed. 

The stories it contained,

being an empty chair,

conveyed through our senses,

in momentary releases...

Of lingering warmth.

Hygiene

It doesn't take much,

to maintain the hygiene,

incorporating its values,

in our daily routines...

And the advantages are huge,

not just prevent the infections,

or become visually appealing,

for the guests or visitors. 

It's not just inside our home,

where parents instill good habits,

or the practices of hospitals,

where they regularly enforced...

But infused in our culture,

street foods to social circles,

from hand hygiene to cough etiquette,

to proper washing of the utensils. 

For, these were the places,

most diseases would spread,

and we would be caught unaware,

with minor ailments to serious illnesses. 

Let us promote cleanliness,

practice it with serious commitment, 

as a duty to self and the society,

we would maintain hygiene.

Happy World Hand Hygiene Day  🙌

Game of real estate

It's a continuing game,

of supplies, on the demands,

adding values, to the commodities, 

making people rich, and wealthy.

The ones, who learned the tricks,

would understand, rules of play,

where anything could be tried, 

to increase their profit margin. 

And so begin, the inevitable chase,

gathering, as much of the benefits, 

creating newer modus operandi, 

from consumables, to real estate.

For, the growth is then measured,

in the numbers, and percentages,

adding into the rising inflation,

while keeping essentials, out of the ambit. 

So it creates, a dangerous situation,

where the society sinks downwards,

as the values, shifted to materialistic, 

compromising qualities, for profits.

And it all comes down, to the lands,

that's limited, by space and location,

acting as a golden goose on lease,

shared by individuals, and governments. 

Thus arrived, this era of real estate, 

a balloon, that's blown too fast,

influencing our living conditions, 

in business policies, of the traders.

For, people have lost the zeal,

to spend on various amenities, 

and the merchants, find it difficult, 

with high prices, buying or renting. 

So, many business, closed shutters,

others too costly, difficult to run,

becoming shallow, with transactions, 

affecting service quality, & the trusts.

The only ones, that have survived, 

will celebrate, with a broad smile,

as they keep standing, on the sides,

owning, or leasing these properties.

Price we pay

No amount of money,

can buy a peace of mind,

without a healthy body,

that supports our living. 

Our needs are simple,

good food, clean water,

and a roof over our head,

providing a secure environment. 

Yet, we demand more things,

from power, to better lifestyle...

Nothing wrong in having ambitions,

unless, in exchange for body’s necessities. 

It might not be our own,

even about present generations,

but, we would be inviting harm,

will be faced, in the long term. 

For, nature is never forgiving,

if we don't value its blessings,

as elixirs soon becomes poison,

be it polluted air or tainted waters. 

When various ailments affect us,

even food and water were unavailable, 

living becomes costly, & unaffordable, 

would we still hold on, to riches made... 

By selling our conscience?

Our eyes met, briefly...

Our eyes met, briefly...

And thoughts flooded inside,

in the rush of the crowd,

our moments, came to a standstill... 

You were a stranger,

never met once in my life,

then, why do it felt nostalgic,

like someone known, in disguise... 

And I, was not the only one,

your gaze, exudes similar emotions,

conveying deeper feelings, 

through soulful expressions... 

Had the urge, to speak up,

but uncertainties developed,

and we explored, with our thoughts, 

a mental connection was formed... 

Telepathy, does sound absurd,

but it was our silent communication, 

where we shared our life stories, 

the reasons, of our journey... 

But then, the noise returns,

snapping back, to real world, 

with the sirens, of incoming train, 

we stood up, for our departures... 

Never to meet again.

Captive in a sandstorm

Feeling dry, hot winds,

as if, walking on the pyre,

with nothing but silence,

is what I encountered...

A tempest of grains,

like facing desert’s ire,

no horizon at sight,

rather these endless dunes. 

It's an unending journey,

every step feels so heavy,

as gritty winds assail me,

grazing through soft skin.

My lips dry and crack,

and throat, getting parched,

even the water I carried,

have reached to final drops. 

There's no escape,

facing these ordeals,

with a fading hope,

arrives endless fear.

What am I, if not a prisoner,

held captive, in a sandstorm,

yearning for the refuge, an oasis,

yet finding nothing but barren fields...

Resonance of our hearts

It's not easy to convey,

what we intended to say,

but it's important to know,

that we all have our flow...

And, it influences decisions,

of making deeper connections,

when we do find a resonance,

that matches, our vibrations. 

It gets attached, like a string,

when our frequencies align,

acting as a cosmic sign,

letting our hearts, intertwine...

And, we would be drawn,

like the pull, of magnetic poles,

when our energies harmonize,

calming us, with soulful chime. 

Resonance... 

It's what we seek,

in interactions, and meetings,

for things that complements,

our interests, way of living.

Yet, realities, can be harsh,

throwing us in uncharted paths,

where success of our relationship,

were plagued by uncertainties. 

Still, don't take actions in distress,

we have to be primed, be prudent,

when we choose, the special ones,

who would accompany our journey...

So, let us understand the values,

that would enhance the balance, 

elevating spirits, nourishing affections,

as our heart sings, in resonance.