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Septuagenarian
Fag end of life introspection,
Look back at years went by,
A crisscross and dissection,
Septuagenatian does with a sigh!
Loved by all, apple of eye,
Childhood was a sweet dream,
Chocolates, candies, apple pie,
Only I had to make a scream.
Teenage rebellion and growth,
Fancy the girls, hormones high,
Decide career, thing to loathe,
Lots of studies, those times dry.
Next decade was crucial,
Found earning source to live by,
Entered into life bond marital,
Some or other things, I did try.
Kids filled the time next,
Social bonds spread along,
Nothing I was left bereft,
Name and fame came along.
Hard to rein the kids rebel,
More spouse time, silent talks,
Health issues crop, I dwell,
Start of medicines, long walks.
Last decennio took it slow,
More of calm and less of high,
Next gen out of mould grow,
Septuagenarian turned am I.
Happily Ever After!
One upon a time there lived a princess in a place which looked just like heaven. She used to be always sad. World and even God has been mean to her. She used to roam around the lanes of that place of all luxury; still nothing was enough to make her cheer.
One day, a Prince came into her life. He was handsome and charming. But she kept pushing him away, wary of what may happen. The more she pushed him away, the more he was pulled towards her. He kept on persisting, till heavens broke loose. Finally the Princess relented but still there was a hitch.
Her coldness drove him mad. One fine day Prince decided to go to a land far-far away. Far enough from the warmth of her breath; far enough from the comfort of her touch; far enough from the pain of her disinterest. No sooner the Prince left, than the Princess felt weak. She realized that though she has been sad before, it was the first time she really cried. That night, she dreamt of the Prince. She slept peacefully for the first time in years.
She wanted to meet the Prince badly. She ran all the way to the land far-far away. She ran through the rivers, up the hills, braved the rough weathers and treacherous jungles. She finally met him once again. She cried and cried and cried, till oceans felt shy. He held her into his arms. She felt alive again. He too gave a silent tear.
And they lived happily ever after!
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Can I?
Strange feeling engulfs,
Highs low, more lulls,
Someone come find me,
Am feeling lost, am I?
Pinch me, no pain,
All waste, no gain,
Reasons pretty plain,
Can’t understand, but why?
Tried to speak, silence,
Calmness needed, violence,
How to aim, distance,
Tried not, should cry?
Paining feet,
No truth, cheat,
Race to beat,
Running away, fly?
Thoughts stopped,
Ideas flopped,
Flows clogged,
Rivers dry.
No end in sight,
Gloom ponders, light,
Where has gone might,
One last fight, try?
Hands covering face,
Hop Hop, no pace,
Up the sleeve ace,
Frantic search, can I?
Junglee Billi
What is Love, I wonder
Sweet kiss of an Angel,
Deadly curse of a Demon,
Is it sunshine, Is it Thunder,
What is Love, I wonder.
Scolding of a Father, fear,
Affection of a Mother, care,
Is it adrenaline, Is it slumber,
What is Love, I wonder.
Sharing of a Sister,
Snatching of a Brother,
Is it hunted, Is it hunter,
What is Love, I wonder.
Blind trust of a wife,
Support through all strife,
Is it up high, Is it down under,
What is Love, I wonder.
Labor for two square meals,
Finding a way, making deals,
Is it earn, Is it plunder,
What is Love, I wonder.
The more I try think,
The more I deep sink,
Is it abstract, Is it number,
What is Love, I wonder.
Death Crowd
In the middle of the night,
I had a dream,
Out went the light,
I could just scream.
Faint images I remember,
Amidst the fog, couldn’t see long,
Looked like winter of December,
Didn’t hear the chirpy song.
Half dig graves, dead all around,
No one mourn, no one stop,
The path I walked, didn’t seem ground,
So many crowds, silence pin drop.
Beads of sweat, landscape change,
Dead stood up, then burnt to ash,
Couldn’t fathom it, am I derange?
The thing I smoked, was it hash?
Itching inside, burning sensation,
Lots of air, short of breath,
Blood splurge, eyes burst open,
Elements destroyed, taken by death.
Deafening sounds, I cannot bear,
Not from outside, from within,
The sanity says, I am here,
Oracle says, pay for your sin.
Setting changes to serene, lush green,
Through the barren, life break out,
Just then I wake up, cells clean,
All that sticks with me, Death Crowd.
Bitter Sweet
I said it’s time to go,
She said to me don’t,
It took time to grow,
I so wish it won’t.
Longing for something,
So much inside,
Not quite able to get,
Did a terrible fight.
It feels away is close,
Gives you perspective,
Something we both chose,
Emotions eruptive.
Better not to hold back,
Let tears flow,
Life always bounce back,
Darkness void by glow.
He tests the strength,
Of the bond between,
To make us sure,
If we are indeed keen.
So let’s go with it,
And check back with time,
If us for real,
Of just passing dime.
So much wither away,
Hope we do not,
Let’s survive test of time,
Win the battle tersely fought.
Some Vintage Days
Some vintage days, gone are they
Some vintage memories, left
Ups and Downs, gave they to us,
Heavy and Light talks abuzz
Those lengthy evenings, graphs and charts
Those bickering, arguments tarts
Whatever you told, I often repulsed
But the words come back to me
You said it from your experience
I could not grasp much then
They hit me now, like wine of old
All said and done, memories built,
Will meet, paths will cross again,
Some vintage days, gone are they
Some vintage memories, left.
This Lonely Isle
I could not fathom the smile,
Lovely pink, shining white,
I just remember the pleasure,
Stranded on this lonely isle.
Thumb which I sucked slowly,
Hiding face, feeling secure,
I just remember the comfort,
Lying on this rocky isle.
The fights, the arguments,
All leading to truce; embrace,
I just remember shouting at you,
Mumbling on this silent isle.
Mad, immature, childish,
Teaching, Preaching Day n Night,
I just remember you nodding,
Gazing at this unresponsive isle.
Pushing me away, No No No,
Mighty struggle in my arms,
I just remember you losing,
Fighting this unrelenting isle.
Calling at unearthly hours,
Talking for long, without care,
I just remember fighting sleep,
Insomniac, this uncomforting isle.
Forcing me, Adamant you,
Holding it, fingers wrapped,
I just remember the feel of it,
Lying dry, this barren isle.
I think, I never said enough,
How lovely you, how smitten I,
If only we could meet again,
Separated by this isolate isle.
Coz of You
I skip a beat,
Dancing retreat,
Turn up the heat,
Your white suit.
I tend to faint,
Remain no Saint,
Feelings no quaint,
Your kajal eyes.
Feet tremble,
Words mumble,
Senses jumble,
Your wet hairs.
Voice chock,
Pocket broke,
Ears smoke,
Your shopping spree.
Blood rush,
Lots of blush,
Reason for crush,
Your smile.
Make me care,
Let no one stare,
Feelings rare,
Child in you.
Make me fight,
No wrong no right,
Awake at night,
My love for you.
A glorious year
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