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A little change!

I woke up early today to a resplendent morning – clear sky, cool breeze, soft rustle of the trees and flocks of birds gliding through the air. It is these enchanted mornings that lift my spirit high for rest of the day.

After nine in the morning – work, life errands and chaos start wrapping my mind. There’s usually no time to gaze out of the window later in the day. And I elude windows as the merciless sun scorches until sunset. 

Mid-afternoon I observed the weather change. Sun was evading behind the callous clouds and trees were bowing down to the roaring wind. It all seemed to have happened suddenly.

As I was sauntering around the house, a plant outside my kitchen window caught my eye. It was a slender yet tall newly planted basil which was on the verge of succumbing to the bend by the gust. I hurriedly ran towards the window and pushed the planter to a different direction. With this little change, the wind didn’t affect the plant anymore. It stood straight with mild gyration as if with a new sense of confidence.

This absolutely miniscule incident made me think about us – people. While most at some point in their life had people – who would love to see us snap, if only we could have someone who switched a door, a path or a direction for us just enough, for us to be a little stronger, a little bolder.

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poetry

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.