Tuxedo

It’s getting cold now
The evening growing dusky
Sky exhibiting all shades of darkness
Breeze harbouring petrichor
The one you loved
Tinkling my hair
The way you did
Moist green leaves
Lying on the muddy ground
And crimson flowers
Blooming on the trees
Nests cradling cheery birds
Coming back to their tiny chics
Only two stars visible above
Twinkling and staring down
Perhaps trying to cheer me up
By listening to my silent songs
Things seem calm
Tranquil
Everything around yet something missing
And here I am
Sitting
In your Tuxedo

The Girl in Red

Every murmur in the wedding hall dropped dead
As she stepped in looking so beautiful in red

Suddenly all the charming lilies started looking frail
And all the lovely lavenders at once became pale

Placed in the garland that interdigitated her hair
With those white jasmine aromatic turned the air

Not even the sublime ocean with high rising foam
Had ever seemed to be such a divine epitome

From the dew drops on a crimson rose’s realm
Had perhaps she got her angelic charm

A feast to the eyes, it was such an ethereal sight
So son, that’s how your mother looked at our wedding night

 

The Park (final part)

Please read The park (Part 1) and The Park (Part 2) before you go for this one

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She felt horrified now
A shiver ran through her spine
All she could do was pray and bow
Wishing her to be fine

She saw her slippers just then
The pink ones with cute dolls
So, she was behind the bench
That wasn’t funny at all

Finding her at last she wheezed
And paced towards her
Maybe she has fallen asleep
Must be tired, My Silly Girl

As soon as there she reached
She saw a terrible sight
“Stand up love”, she beseeched
Not ready to accept her plight

Savouring joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Now nothing her chirpy voice could say
Only who spoke were her scars

Mom I thought this park to be
So lovely, calm and safe
But no one ever told me
That here I could be raped

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The Park (Part 2)

I recommend you to read The park (Part 1) before you go for part 2…

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Suddenly mother’s face turned pale
and she picked up her sac
There had risen a ghastly gale
She decided to call her back

As she opened the squeaky gate
Searching her on slides and roundabout
She started cursing her fate
When she was nowhere to be found

Maybe she is hiding again
Playing her childish prank
Which drove the mother insane
With fear her heart sank

The game was enough for now
She called her aloud
Darkness made it even tough
She looked everywhere around

Savouring the joys of childhood
It had her treasurable hours
Inseparable it was from her
Like the moon from its stars

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What happened next? Could the mother find her? Please read The Park (final part) to know.

Till then take care. See you next time😊

Curiosity

With his mother in a town lived a curious child

One day some questions popped up in his mind

The world is so big and my feet are small

How will I be able to cover it up all?

How will my tiny eyes understand other’s pain

Or single out teary faces under the rain?

To wipe those tears my hand is feeble and weak

How will it clear the distraught drenched cheek?

My mind won’t be able to catch up the train

Of thoughts of people who call themselves sane

How will I replace my smile with a frown

Like all men and women thriving in the town

To let every dark cloud easily pass

Stoicism and strength how will I amass?

Like you how will I be able to hide my scars

For people to peep in , my heart will be ajar.

One day everyone will leave me at the eleventh hour

And venom of malice is all that they’ll shower

In this obscure dusky world of overgrowns

Taking every breath will be a great milestone

Among hushed up voices my thoughts I won’t shout

If I’ll be able to survive that way I really doubt.

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Isn’t it true that living in the world as a grown-up among those Grownups is not as good as it seems. Do you think that way too? Or is there a brighter side to your story? Don’t forget to drop your precious comments.

And if you pen down your version do let me know.

The Final Goodbye

Just a few days ago, a school bus fell into a deep gorge in the Kangra district of Himachal Pradesh taking lives of over 25 children, all less than the age of 10. Some if them as a matter of fact had their first day to school. The pain and suffering of all those families is beyond our imagination. Even thinking about it is dreadful enough.

Deepest condolences to all the families affected and peace to all the souls departed.

We always say goodbye but we never know which one is the last…

Frothed with fervence
She was ready to bid goodbye to her son
It was afterall his first day to school
How would she live so many hours
Without his childish pranks
And his tender voice
echoing in the house
Demanding toy trains and air planes

As she woke him up
he opened his glittering eyes
Brimming with innocence
His flimsy hands enveloping her fingers
Emanating oblivion
Ignorant of the worldly transience
Perhaps pleading her
not to send him away
alone to a peculiar place

And her heart melted again
when he muttered that magical word
Mumma
outpouring love
A great squabble going on
between her head and her heart
With indomitable courage
she let her head win
Getting him ready for the school

It seemed as if
far away was going her soul
To protect him from all negativity
behind his ear she put some kohl

All dressed up in his blue uniform
looking so chubby and so tall
She blew him a flying kiss
as he sat in the school bus
and that was all…

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Her fate doomed upon her
as she received that curse full call
Hurriedly she reached the place
Where laid her kid, so tiny and small

With trembling feet and numbed body
she went to him and as she reached near
His contagious smile imprinted her mind
And his charming voice filled her ear

She sat by his side
too shattered to even curse her fate
She shook him up, he would stand up back
A miracle she did await

Holding his cold hands, she called his name
hoping to hear a reply
The silence choked up her heart
she lost each breath and every sigh

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As they cover him with a shroud
she hugs him, embraces and adores
She is out of her senses, too numb
to believe that her kid is no more

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Intoxicated

Every morning
My eyes rush
to catch a glimpse
of that gleeful face
And the moment I find
those bottomless brown eyes
a rapid rush of adrenaline
flows through me
pinkening my pale skin
His sight penetrates through me
exploring
parts of me
yet to be discovered
My pensive feelings
yawning sleepily
wake up with a jerk
exhilarated by effervescence
entangled by ecstacy
surrounded
by the smoke of solace
All my toasty thoughts
cuddled up
inside the blanket of my heart
begin to levitate
towards the stratosphere
I feel intoxicated
enslaved
to see that addictive face
again and again
If the appetite
will be satiated
ever
I doubt…

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In response to explore

 

 

For Ever

“If nothing lasts forever let’s be Nothing”. – anonymous

For the one who wants to fall in love:

Love someone badly
to the core
but don’t forget
to love yourself
It is you who will stay
with you
no matter what
and forever
That is the end of loneliness
and beginning of
a romantic journey
enduring lifetime….

For the one who has fallen in love:

Give your heart away
but remember
it may return
injured
and fragmented into
perhaps a zillion pieces
Making you really difficult
to hold them all
together
and fix them back
You may be pulverized
because
nothing lasts forever…

For the one with a broken heart:

Anything may not last
Forever
But who said that
transience can’t be perfect
So love someone again
and again
Till your heart runs out of love
till it gets fed up
of stitching itself back
And trust me
it won’t
ever
Love loves to love love…

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Fall in love then stand back and then fall again. Maybe that’s how it works. But never stop loving…It may be fake but that’s the only thing that’s real…

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In response to Warning

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Will it or Won’t??

Everyone's treating me good on Women's Day
But what will happen on 8th of May??
Will they respect me the same way
the way they are doing today??
"Don't travel alone" won't they say
Giving me an extremely hopeful ray...

Won't they regulate all that I wear
Or to my parents will I be more dear?
All ugly comments will I stop to hear
whenever there are boys around or near?
Will I travel unaccompanied without fear
Will molestations and rapes be about to disappear?
Will the birth of my sister bring cheer
Will everyone's eyes get a joyful tear?

Won't they tie down like a kite
Without asking for it will I get my right?
Will safer become my day and my night
Will women be part of a powerful sight?
A fire in hearts will I be able to ignite
Won't they want me to be pretty and white?
Will they let me take a high flight
Or is everything just for tonight??

If my freedom is restricted to a certain day
I want that day to forever stay
That's the only thing I'm going to pray
So that each day becomes a Happy Women's Day...

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Pic by Alex

Equation of Love

If human life is capital
Then its most important part is Love
Love is an intangible asset
and revolves around emotional transactions
But it also carries certain liabilities
like sacrifice and selflessness.

There is always appreciation on love
Depreciation never occurs
except when someone
tries to falsify it
True love is not demanding
And no expenses are to be incurred
Even the Floatation cost is minimal

The best part about it is
that it gives you
room for rectification and reconciliation
So that all differences can be corrected
And all stuff becomes CLEAR
It is a Mutual Fund
and both sides should be balanced

It has no Bad Debts
Even if you lose it
you are left with so many
cherishable memories
The more you invest
higher will be the return
Infact the amount of interest you receive
can not be calculated

But heartbreak can leave you
insolvent of all emotions
And dissolution is
really a hard procedure
You may be left annihilated
And all your emotions
may be robbed off

So be careful
where do you invest
Love is a highly risky security…

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Pic credit Bart LaRue