Some thoughts on Independence

Independence is that you speak your mind 
without any fear
be self reliant, 
confident 
be able to carry your own cross.

Independence is to recognize other people rights 
stop judging them for their weakness and 
their differences 
because you will never know 
what that person is going through, 
why he behaves in that particular manner.

Independence means that you continue 
to follow the right path and 
follow your heart. 
There is no need to get influenced and 
change your path in order 
to please others.


Independence is to live and let live........


Happy Independence day!!!

Birthday Cake

Birthday cake
sweet and soft
lights up the twinkle
in the child's eye

What excites him more?
the candles that stand
like soldiers
with orange flickering cap
that vanishes with
a whiff of wind from his throat

or is he happy with musical sounds
like magic band
in rhythm
with a birthday song?

He squeals with joy
as he slices up pieces
of soft flesh
and relishes the strawberry
n chocolate flavor
his contented face so infectious
that I wish there was a
reason to celebrate
everyday
with a piece of cake


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Pain Please Don't Come Back

Pain came..
like an unwanted guest
stayed for five days then
away it went
I didnt care
I had better things to do
didnt get time to pamper it
nor was there enough room
to accomodate it in my mind
I went on with my life
as if it were not there
it pinched my ribs
hammered my bones
left rashes all over my skin
like rowdy child
it created much uproar
starved of attention
it finally left
I am hoping
Pain never comes back...

We Are Friends Again

Today after long time
I saw your presence 
A comment on my post
Confirmation 
That you are angry no more
I knew you would be back
Life had seemed gloomy 
When you walked away
right after I mumbled poisoned words
You shut the door
Banged it right across my face
Before I could explain 
and change my words
To a more flowery shade.
I am glad you are back
Now pick up the phone
Lets chat again
Like we used to

Virtual world is for strangers
We are real friends again…..

May - The Blessing

May there be no road accidents due to drunk driving
May the pavement dwellers find new home
May there be no poverty on the streets
May there be law and order in the city

May every women walk fearlessly on the road
May no man cry at the birth of girl child
May every man leave some space for woman to breathe
May every person live and let live

May brings flowers back on the trees
May brings freshness and fragrance in air
Maybe there will be rain and thunderstorm
Maybe not
May is warm, May is calm
May is when kids travel for a song

May you understand and stand by truth
May you respect and accept the verdict
May you find peace and move on
because
Miracle
Awaits
You

Nepal Tragedy

The help is on its way
hold on. keep faith.
Doctors will come
your wounds will heal
the food is packed too
we care for you

Mother nature was cruel
without warnings it split its bosom
its anger flung in all directions
lt lost its mind
like wild animal
thoughtlessly spewing wrath
on men, women, child

but you dont lose hope
togather we will built a new world,
Tears cannot bring back what
is lost forever
but something can be revived
and restored
we will try
and bring back smiles
back into your lives

Poetry Challenge Month Day Fourteen Sense Of Ending

‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬ prompt: Sense of ending

Last time I met him
He had packed his bag
His hair still ruffled
A drop of sweat on his neck
He said he needed to go
To be with the nature
To explore the rough hills
To climb the peak
What could I say?

Silently I went in the kitchen
Wrapped chicken sandwich
Just for a day

Take good care of yourself
Do not stress much
Eat proper meals everyday

He didn't seem to care
Was uncomfortable at my stare
With a quick uncomfortable hug
Faltering steps, he was gone
To follow his dream

The news screamed images
Of broken streets
Crumbled houses
Shattered glass panes
Cruel nature sometimes
Has bad temper

Where is he?
Hope he is safe

Hundred thoughts come buzzing
In my mind
I stare blankly at the screen
With silent prayers
Lingering on my lips
I look closely at every dusty face
Some rescued
Some still under debris

Where is he?
Hope he is safe

Too scared to know
I shut my eyes in tight anticipation
With trembling fingers
I send quick message on facebook page

Where are you?
Hope you are safe

No answer

Poetry Challenge Month Day Thirteen IF Only I Could Sleep At Night

If only I could sleep at night

Morning seems far away

The train rattles softly over the rails

Fear engulfs me when I hear soft murmurs

Of strangers, heart skips a beat

Child lets out a loud shrill

His mother fast asleep

Rat scurry on the floor nibbling at food

Dropped carelessly

Silent night, the train has stopped

I look through window, see isolated scene

A hooded man sits with bend head, sips hot coffee

He, like me, cannot sleep

A distant bell, a soft jerk under my seat

The train moves slowly over the tracks

I sit up straight, plug on to my ipad

And float away to distant world

Eyes may droop, attention collapse

Reading might thoughtfully induce sleep

Poetry Challenge Month Day Twelve Mirror On The Wall

‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬

Mirror mirror on the wall
You cannot see the poison in my mind
Nor the solitude of my soul
I live in shade of restlessness
In continuous tempest of my wrath
I died long ago
You only see my mask
And the clay shaping my profile

Poetry Challenge Month Day Eleven Puente Form of Poetry

Puente form of poetry

He lays the foundation stone, then poses for a snap

Near the large plot of land that will be his future home

He distributes sweets to guests, smiling but unaware that

He will never mature although he may, in age, grow old

~He drops the axe at broken earth, and claps his hands~

He runs to hide his face into his mother’s lap

Tears cloud her eyes wrinkles deepen on her face

She runs her fingers through his hair and lets out a deep sigh
“What will happen to my dear child when I am no more”

Poetry Challenge Month Day Ten Don't judge Me

Even when I don't say a word
you judge me
over things I never said

How do you read my mind
when there are no questions in my eyes?

Can you hear my rage over imperfections
of your voice
I want to walk away from you
and sit elsewhere in solitude
But I do not

Because I know it will hurt you
you are not strong
I continue to sit there
and listen
waiting for you to end your twaddle

Had you looked closely 
you would see the tight fist in my lap
ready to strike your lower jaw
just to shut you up

But you see only a faint tight-lipped smile

Even when I don't say a word
you judge me
over things I never said

Poetry Challenge Month Day Nine Incredible Woman

Incredible Woman

How easy is the chore of lady-writer

Who sits bent over her keypad, with a script in her head

She hears not the rain, nor a splash in the puddle

Sees not the droplets slide down the windowpane

She cooks up stories, stirring up her dreams

Mixing soup of fiction, nonfiction to suit the reality

The facts must be researched, nonfiction to be believed

She uncurls from the comfort corner, walks away from her desk

She walks through living room, picking up mess

Peeps into kitchen, to check if family is fed.

A hole in the socks, a broken heel

Clueless about being shoeless

She meets real people on the streets

There are strangers, women, children, often, dirty ole men

Who stare at her breast and try holding her hand

She keeps her mind focused, her posture erect

Her fingers cupped over sharp knife placed inside her bag

A smile stretched over her beautiful face

She collects untold stories with hidden facts

Five years of research, sometimes ten,

Like God, she puffs life into her characters, makes them wise

She makes them breathe, they begin to talk

A new world is created behind her scripted task

Her own world forgotten, her soul kept on hold

A faded shout from somewhere dark

She can hear no more

Incredible woman of substance

Has many duties to perform

But she does it with a knack

Always comfortable in her own zone

Poetry Writing Month…day eight When Hungry Eat

‪#‎NaPoWriMo‬

When Hungry Eat

I was not hungry
but I saw butter cookies
round and brown
staring at me
from the cabinet an hour ago
I had forgotten about it

When did I buy it?
I think it was a month ago
or maybe two

Supermarket is an evil place
transports me to spending spree
makes me buy things
I don't really need
savories that I may never eat
they look handsome on the grocery shelf
attractive packing
seductive snaps
They will look artistic on my kitchen cabinet

Perhaps I will consume this time
maybe I should nibble on it
maybe I will have visitors
Maybe I will hear
a kid in my neighborhood cry

Whatever the reason
simple or complicated
credit card swiped
butter cookies come home
stored away into my kitchen cabinet
out of sight

Till I discover them once again
at odd hours
a cursory glance, a surprise pop up
while i was looking for something else

Sometimes when hungry
I do eat
crumbly cookies on impulse
relishing its sweetness
in the middle of the night.