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Hope

A loud gust shrilled in my ear,
Sharply the eyes looked at fear,
Soaked in pain, with no speck of light,
Deep rumbles with sparks in night.

Alone somewhere deep hope strives,
A little beam of rainbow reckons the wise,
The greys sorround, sorrows seem eternal,
Hands join to the One who shows the light.

Thunder will be tamed and storms would calm,
Hold your breath and see His charm,
The greys will soon ooze a different hue,
Pink will be the sky and life will be new.

The pink sky of the wishes fulfilled,
Breathing dawn into the broken dreams,
Carried a stone and the mountain moved,
With zephyr, the soul will be soothed.

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Those days!

Green grass, blue sky,

Sometimes swim, sometime fly.

Caressing the flowers gently,

Strutting ahead rollicking.


Sliding through the squeaky floor,

Into a packed elevator.

Nonchalant and busy,

No sign of tizzy


Bouncing through the crowd,

A little brush up, a light push,

Sauntering through the narrow streets,

With nothing much to lose.


Petting animals in utter randomness,

Playing with one into oblivion,

Smiling to folks unknown,

And obliging to penniless.


Sitting on a bench,

With people strolling by;

Holding a hand to thank,

Hugging with a loud smile.


Sharing a ride with strangers,

Or trying the clothes from the same hanger;

Passing the half-burnt cigarette,

Or clinking to cheers together.


Gone are those days,

We’ve learnt to smile through gaze,

Masks cover our face,

And homes are our only place.


Hoping for new days,

When homes will be for where we laze,

Not abstaining from someone coming close,

Not waiting for someone to make a dose.


Let’s get over with this phase,

Let’s get back those days!!

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Flavoursome outcry

A bemused mind on a summer morning, feet refuting every step;

With qualms and no zest, no brood and no rest;

Eyes wander through the shelves, hands approach yesterday’s rest;

Taste buds protest, not bowing to the wonted;

Heart screaming for a new, no servings of the same hue;

A loud growl jumped out, this is no residence of rats;

The dinosaur’s the king of here, and he must protest;

No sheen to the life, all gloomy, a growl again to sparkle the pain;


Think hard you slave, yelled heart. Desires have taken me afar;

Covid hit me hard, left me trapped with this barb;

Delight me with a lingering aroma, I’ll travel like a steam of whiff;

Whirling through the Tuscany or touching the down from cliff;

Will savour a souq through shawarma, and taste ocean with anchovies;

Give me enough to tantalize the heart, jostle aside the dull;

I’m ready to be awed, think through the shine;

Tired wrestling the heart and mind, I bow to appetence;

Curate for the soul, the body smiled devouring ennui.

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It’s magic!

When I think about magic, mighty shimmery green and blue aurora Borealis wandering in the sky comes to my mind. I haven’t witnessed one yet, however that’s exactly what magic would seem like, I marvel.

I think of the Sun. No matter how many times we see it rise and wane, the composition of its light with the blue, grey or clear sky and the clouds create magic. 

Sea reflecting the bright hues of yellow and orange with silhouettes of tiny boats and birds flying back to their homes during sun down, make magic.

Psithurium of tall trees in high mountains where teeny-tiny birds weave their nests and sing with the wind, create magic.

The air eroding and carving paths on rocky lands with river meandering through the foot of the cliffs and the wind howling strongly feeding you it’s strength, makes magic.

An early morning chirping of birds that has power to heal your broken soul, is magic.

Being far, far away from someone in years and in miles with warm feelings unaltered by time and space, says a lot about magic.

In mornings, when a small bakery en route work entralls you with a whiff of freshly baked warm and light loaf of bread that transports you to your home, that’s magic.

There’s so much magic around. It is created in moments where we may not expect. Magic happens when we open ourselves to it knowingly, unknowingly.

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Happy Earth Day 2020

We did and didn’t think about her,

And now we see the inevitable;

How mean and rude were we,

Don’t bother to even look back;

See what we’ve done, we’ve done enough!

Let’s give her some time to rest and heal herself.

After all, we thrive when she prospers.

What are we without her!

So let this be and let’s know, if not now, then will we, and how?

Let’s care.

Happy Earth Day!