In the morn, I notice a vine of cucumber growing in my garden as creeper and climber, of youthful nature in early September, blooming out of nowhere like a secret chamber.
I really do like the hues of December, calm and serene yet often somber, enlivened by the birds with soothing timbre, their voices freshened just before slumber.
Those dusky twilights I do remember, in shades of purple or reddish-amber, with flickering lights like dying embers, of vibrant stars that can't be numbered.
‘How do I look?’…’What am I gonna wear?’…’What are they going to think about me?’…and so on. Have you ever questioned yourself these? You definitely must have, at some point or the other. It’s basic human instinct, the urge to be recognised as a distinct personality, and not be ashamed of yourself. You really need to showcase your so-called “social status”, don’t you?
Well, technically, does this make any sense? I guess not. I do believe that if people don’t accept you just the way you are, then they are not worth your time. So you need to stop fooling around and focus on genuine people, people who really care. Let’s say, you don’t find any such person who is worthy of your presence. Then it’s the best time for self-love. You could do whatever you wish, without any exclusion. You don’t actually need ten people to make you happy. You don’t need to feel abandoned. You yourself can be your own healer. And when you don’t see anything or anyone important but yourself, then that’s the most beautiful feeling in the world. You’ll feel liberated just like a bird, flying high up in the sky.
For those who are still struggling with this, here’s one free tip. Just stand in front of a mirror and look at what you see. You’d see a free person. Ah yes, you could add a million dollar smile, because that would be the cherry on the cake. And it costs just the contraction of a few facial muscles to grin ear to ear. So what are you waiting for? I think it’s already “me-time o’ clock”.
Shackles don't hold me, I'm just where I wanna be, I don't need nobody who would change me, or the way I wanna see.
Hooting owls, clucking fowls, chirping crickets, rustling thickets, croaking frogs, howling dogs, pattering rain, honkings down the lane, whispering air, creaking armchair, fluttering of sheets, pulsating heartbeats, leaking tap, fresh thunderclap resonate with all their might, and don't let me sleep at night.
I look at the silver lining of the cloud, a cumulonimbus, at times, so loud. I keep on wondering, What's there to feel so proud? Hiding the haloed orb, covering like a shroud. The hidden sun knows when to emerge from the crowd. Till then it remains calm, enveloped and bowed. And when the sun comes out from the thundercloud, it shines like a gem, just the way it vowed.
Never had she hated them, or talked behind their backs, 'cause their faces always glittered with a so-called thick coating of warmth, love and honesty. She had thought, they wouldn't ever leave her, or plot against her, their innocent friend.
But that's the world, the real selfish world. The bad people out there just use timid lambs to move further ahead, and then dump them like used paper.
Well now she realises who is real and who is not. Shattered by the thoughts, she still waits for those heartless morons to return and break her heart once again.
Hi. Hope all are doing great. I just wanted to share with y’all one of my poems published in the Rath Yatra edition of our state Government Magazine, Odisha Review. The poem is basically an invocation to Lord Jagannath. Happy reading.😇
For all your patience day to day and every time a word you say, and words that turn into memories we bind have forever left an imprint on my mind.
To prepare me for the life I choose, you have always given your point of views. A life with learning, growing and falling, caring and inspiring is your calling.
You have a consoling tender heart, and all the wisdom you impart, and all the sweet things you do have encouraged me all year through.
And through your support and guidance, hope one day I'll bring good tidings. For being there every time with me, I'm grateful, and I'll always be.
It has no voice, not another choice, neither has a face nor leaves a trace, yet so beautiful, so calm, so powerful, a secret connection, a quiet reflection, greeted by the one who seeks, so aptly said, silence speaks.
The glowing stars in the skies afar now call out to me, "Why don't you be free? Rough days will be gone before the new dawn. It's time for a change, everything's prearranged. Miracle's on its way, you'd feel right away. And then you will be the sole master of thee."
Your presence gives me goosebumps. Your subtle touch takes me higher. Your lingering scent drives me crazy. Your naughty words put me in a trance. Your luscious voice steers my psyche. Your passionate kisses leave me wanting. Your comforting hugs make me forget myself. I am addicted to you, my love, 'cause you are the killer I cannot unlove.
Tides clashing on the rocky shore, louder than a lion's roar, agitating the ocean floor, echoing like a devil's snore, knocking on her mind's door, rumbling aloud, more and more. Her, trying hard to ignore, 'cause they always find a pore through her soul, that's terribly sore. These tides that she used to adore, are nothing now like they were before. It all sounded like a folklore when she said,"they robbed me of mi amor"(my love).
I put my pen to paper, scribbling, doodling, trying some line art, then scratching them all. Now this is where the magic happens, when all of a sudden, my clouded emotions cascade down the nib, gracefully flowing, just as free as a bird, with limitless boundaries. It may take any route, be it peaks or valleys, so long it's in motion. It may be paused momentarily by traffic of thoughts, but then I drive past and arrive at the endgame, thus awakening the newborn, the so-called 'Poem'.
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