Wants no advice
On what it should think.
Some stupid thoughts
Some serious ones
That can make the usual life
Flow off course
Trying to meet the unusual.
Among leaves it searches for
Hidden mangoes ripe
Moonstones it tries to find
Amidst ordinary pebbles.
Mind makes a great discovery
And gets itself a prize- satisfaction.
I had seen online at Libas
Nor do I want the ethnic print top
Among the displays in Fabindia shop.
My Christmas shopping list is short
Simple things but not the easily available sort
I seek some Christmas decoration
To hang on my tree before vacation
No twinkling stars and lights
No glittering streamers or bells
Only smilies round and thin
That will remind me to smile and grin!
Climate change will nearly kill us
But not before we humans kill each other
We cut down trees big and small
Mercilessly wiped off many species
Some bird songs will never again be heard
Colours of some pretty flowers GenZ will never see
Water becomes too costly a drink
Lucky ones get tokens at the oxygen kiosk
Man looks helpless at nature’s fury
No answers ; yet plans to save the last bee
But he has scores to settle and wars to wage
Bombs to shower, blood to spill for strange reasons
Like religion , ideologies and nonsense customs.
Burning a city is not great when the whole earth smoulders.
Memories cut deep wounds
In a heart longing to belong
Several years seeking emancipation
From the next second of uncertainty
Poetry waiting at the tip of my pen
To be with me, to give me gentle stroking
On my forehead, until I pour out my thoughts
With all my happiness and gloom sometimes.
Glittering bright, yet they are! straight from my heart!
Most of them spill on hard rocks
Instantly shattering into fine golden dust
I collect it in the cup of my palms
To store them safe in my dreams
And share with the world someday.