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"The Earth without Art is just Eh"

Book in Her Hand

Deck her up as much as you can
She chooses to look beautiful with a book in her hand

Bind her in shackles, restrict her,
She will free herself with a book in her hand

You have been stereotyping her,
Yet she lives endless characters with a book in her hand

Question her perception, expectations, her opinions
You cannot stop her. She gets it from the book in her hand

Settled; is that all you want her to be?
But she is progressing, moving ahead with every page of the book in her hand

Ask her to be in her limits, but she will now disregard
Because she is flying, to all the places in the book in her hand

Patience is meant to be her virtue, I hear
Yet she is disquieted, eager with possibilities, learnt from the book in her hand

Gender roles and chores cannot confine her personality anymore
She pays for herself, and for the book in her hand

She can care about equality no more. She is capable of doing everything
That the privileged cannot, and also read the book in her hand

I Write, Therefore I Am – Revisited

I write, because I’m opinionated

Opinions that the bigoted don’t want to hear

So, I write, noiseless, yet loud and clear

I write, because I deliberate

I think, and continue to overthink,

Because the unmindful are not in sync

I write, because I observe

All that’s now, and words we forgot

I write to express what ought to be, and what maybe not

I write, because I own ideas and views

Not always likeable, not that would amuse

I write to validate all that I believe and choose

I write, because I judge, I criticize

I’m flawed and so is everyone; wrapped in imperfections

I write because not everyone approves of my perceptions

I write, because I am intolerant, yet not unceremonious

I am fearless of my thoughts and I hold my ground

But I write, not voice; mindful of the selective deafness around

Break Free

Stoney faces buried into screens
Hours pass by, yet trapped within

Eyes glued and ears plugged
Like addicts and drugged!

Hours of work, and hours some more
Connected, yet secluded, behind closed doors

Scrolling through moments, else’s moments
Loosing ours – happiness or disappointments

Oh how I miss talking, and being talked to
Real conversations, real memories to look back and hold on to

It’s such a cacophonous silence out there
Everyone talking, yet not with each other, just elsewhere

Ask me, tell me, hear me, share with me
Come out of the screens my people, break free, break free, just break free

Frames & Souls

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With passing days
Their souls had come closer
Touched better, deeper;
Yet their frames
Had no flame, effortlessly tamed.
Vows of the hours of darkness
That commanded warmth and wilderness,
Were now lying silent, swallowed in slumber,
Wants hushed, and buried under.
Was it the ugliness of her built
Or the charm of some other guilt?
Oh she gasped at the thought of it;
Cleansing her mind of the dirt, every bit
Stared at his sleepy moonlit face in the dark
Touched his innocent soul, bodies, however apart

Let us be Better Humans

Speak, act, express within the bounds of dignity
Endeavor to make people feel acceptable,
Not miserable and guilty

If you regret saying something in a sudden blow-up
If something has hurt someone bad
Breathe, apologize, and stop it from eating them up

Keep a check on those tough words,
A misunderstood statement is explainable;
But not those that cut like swords

Appreciate, admire, show affection
Express gratitude, practice empathy
Slow down the need for instant gratification

Love animals, have them around, learn
They’re any day better living beings than we’re
Always giving; they seldom yearn

Have friends, and be one
With healthy subtle boundaries
Have honest, fitting ties that will never come undone

Listen, understand, agree, accept, believe
Peace out sooner
Doesn’t take much to cease to crib and grieve

Think before you speak, frame well or fetter
But also hear out if someone hasn’t
To err is human; but let’s leave no chance to be better.

Confessions of a “Socially” Hushed Mind

Two be company, and three be crowd;
But the social media groups, they are way too loud

Fantasizing to be friends, everyone has so much to say
None a listener; and those who don’t, have muted away

A chaos of attention seekers and attention givers,
An overwhelming mess for the silent observers

No depth, no substance, no humor, no purpose
What would the observer say anyway, amidst such a crazy circus?

“A friend to all, is a friend to none” (~Aristotle)
Impressing, competing, all show and no real fun

Can’t be a captive to such mindlessness, call me a misfit;
A world that never stops talking, I’d rather take my exit.

PS: I am thankful to the universe that I have made some great friends in life, and I speak to them individually or in groups, in person or over social media channels and it is always fun, humorous, fascinating and edifying in various ways. The typicality and mediocrity of societal norms of communication do not appeal to me. I prefer socializing on my own terms at a level that is not bound by approvals or validation. Stagnant conversations looped around nothingness lead nowhere!

Yours Truly

Never too late to love yourself;
Remember, for once, just yourself

Once in a while let go, sit back and rest
Just let it go; take the load off your chest

Just one day, don’t expect, don’t care
Let nothing matter, no baggage to bear

Breathe in deep, and let your spirits soar high
Uncurl those wings that were meant to fly

Rejoice every emotion you possess, that makes you human
For once, don’t try so hard; that what’s expected (of you) is just an illusion

Smile, at everything you sought; that you believed you deserved
Regardless of what you got; smile, ‘cos the self-worth mattered

Embrace the change, some, don’t want to see in you
‘Cos you’ll change again; pity they don’t see theirs too

Celebrate all the little hopes and expectations that never came true
‘Cos every time you were let down; you moved on, matured and grew

Love yourself more, for every tear that you’ve shed
No, it wasn’t wrong; it was as right as, all the laughter that you’ve spread



You may think, I don’t see
And you often go unheard
But Dad, I adore all your insight
I mark, your every little word

I may be all grown up now
But without you Dad, I still get lost
I still need you to hold my hand
Like all times; and every hurdle I’ve crossed

You’ve been my biggest strength, Dad
My wisest guide, my foundation
The reason of my being, my happiness
And in tears, the stoutest consolation

I’ve not told you enough how important you’re
But I celebrate you Dad, today and everyday
And I thank you Dad, for being my light
Always by my side, showing me the way

Have I Told You This My Friend?

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Every time I need to place
My naked heart somewhere
I’d always choose you my friend
Amidst all danger, morality or despair

A place secure, peaceful
Dignified and calm
A place I surrender truthfully
Fearlessly subdue, and disarm

Lifting me up in my mediocrities
My wisdom, in my immaturities
My strength in my vulnerabilities
You, are my home in all obscurities

You’ve always known my friend,
Every time you protect the child in me
You help me grow up better
With your composure and serenity

You’ve heard me out
Blabbering, and cries aloud
Given me space for so much more
Amidst all the mayhem and crowd

You’ve acknowledged the best in me
You’ve dealt with the worst with me
You’ve dived in deep every single time
You’ve understood, what no one could even see

My laughter finds a different high with you
My silences find new depths with you
Tête-à-têtes, sincere, of a bond so true
With you, there’s nothing, I can’t walk through

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