Let’s Stop Adulting

Let’s stop adulting and go back to that noon,
When we rushed to the sounds of airplanes above our head,
Waving goodbyes to traveling strangers
Confident they waved us back!
And join the crowd around the icecream stalls which still were far from the fancy ones we get now,
But the ones that painted our tongues in all hues of orange and red and blue and purple.
Let’s stop adulting and go back to those evenings when we chased fireflies,
And put them in those mason jars and giggled and laughed when they brightened our faces,
And to those chilly nights warmed by the little bonfires,
And me dozing in and out of sleep as my grandma’s voice
Felt like a lullaby sending me to a world of dreams!

My Stream of Consciousness

your priorities you show and I show my hunger
to stay alive and to breathe and to smile
while the heavy heart pulls me down hearing another tone of your voice
the voice that oscillates betweeen love and hate and hate and love
that my mind wonders if this is real
If you are real for it is hard
to hate and love and love and hate
at the same time for who does that
your priorities and I poles apart pulling and pushing
pushing and pulling our lives apart
as I start to think I mean the world and the stars and the moon
only to know and understand that I lay somewhere
in the millionth fraction of your heart just because I exist
for if i didnt exist no change to your world
no change to your existence

March 2020

As the snow lessened, the gentle breeze blew,
You sat with a list of things to do,
Summer tip-toeing in lending its hand,
Your little ones happy to see winter end,
All the happy places eager for your view,
And the sandy beaches little did they knew,
How footsteps will decline
and all those happy minds
Will turn a dark red
And all things bad
Will overwhelm
Life itself!

Perspective

I remember the dusk when we sat on the porch,
September breeze stroking us,
Red coffee mugs on our warm hands,
Eyes met the orange horizon.
New yellow leaves from the grand tree,
Kissed the cooling earth below!
The tranquil warmth of the world around,
Brought peace to my heart,
I relished the coffee my fingers held,
Marveling at the beauty the Lord made,
But then you looked with your weary eyes,
And questioned me with your little smile,
If that majestic tree would lose its glory,
If you hung a rope on its beautiful branch,
And embraced it in the middle of the night,
When the Earth slept!

Light

Crimson lights of the alluring dusk,

That masks my pale face painted with tears,

And the lingering frowns marking the

heavy scars of my soul,

Invited to sit on my porch, my room and my life,

So that I can hide more!

Her

Insignificant you,

Like a mere speck of dust,

Who brings life yet denied the chance to live,

Deep down in their hearts,

Few dances when you are born,

And your father pitied and your mom scorned!

Though women have reached great heights and are second to none, their birth is still not welcomed in many places in this world. They are still not the preferred gender. While in some places the discrimination is explicit in some others it is subtle yet still there. It is changing and I hope one day all will be equal.

Little Love

When misery is raw and tears won’t cease,

Days perilous and nights endless,

Light feels like burning my soul,

And there is comfort in the utter dark,

Will you stand with your arms open wide,

And that smile on your face,

Pulling me from the unbearable bog,
Called life?

Retreat

Adorning her face with a lovely smile,
Chirping and chattering her heart out,
About the world and her silly friends,
The little dreams she had kept alive,
Feeling she is cherished for the girl she is,
Her vibrant laugh and her joyful spirit,
Rare now but still alive beneath her gloomy, frigid being,
Forgetting what she means to him!
Only to be snubbed and sneered at,
For the biggest “nonsense” that she is,
And a foolish “excuse” of a human being,
Unaware, uninterested little waste!
Collecting the remnants of her happy soul,
She sobs away back to her lonely shell!

Sonder

The myriad of faces passing by,
Painted with untold truths, suppressed lies,
A history of genes scattered around,
With millions of stories drifting in the air!!
Hardly glimpsed as they hurry past,
To their palatial house or the spot on the street,
With little to eat or a sumptuous feast,
Their own feet or a luxurious fleet!
But a story they tell, those very eyes,
That refuse to raise and look, and meet,
The eyes of others telling a story,
Of a long, and an arduous, and a tiring journey,
Of the soul that had carried numerous burdens,
Of the toil and tears of the past unknown,
It shudders my heavy, my little heart,
That every face that passes by,
Has a history of stories and tales to tell!!

Autumn Memories

Golden hues and fiery red,
And the cozy afternoons,
The little chill in the air,
Lulling me to sleep!

Takes me to those young days,
When I stood in my balcony and looked out at,
Friends playing with their toy guns,
And uncles busy decorating the pandals.

Today I stand in my patio,
Looking out at the endless trees,
Embellished with yellow and red and brown leaves,
Tugging at my heartstrings,
To relive the days long gone!!

The days are gone long ago,
Only my shadow lives now,
Amidst those memories,
Of smells and sights,
The giggles and the ringing bells!