So many things
That I like
I asked,
if I can carry them all?
Across and beyond
the final checkout counter
I paid for them,
after all!
It says, you can leave
empty handed,
There is no other option,
That’s all!
And the things,
you carry
and the money you hoard
It just stays here in the mall
That’s not fair,
I protested
Aren’t they mine
I earned it all
It smiles and says,
wake up, Smell the salt
It’s just a dream
After all
Magic created
A cake to be savoured
Of a book to be tasted
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How do you waste the most time every day?
Wasting time
Is my default mode
Sometimes
I am Prompted 😉😄
I did not light a candle
Neither did I light a lamp
I stood there with my eyes closed
Willing to burn in your glow
What countries do you want to visit?
I haven’t seen mine fully
I will start here first
And yes to the places that Beakon
Where you are welcome
When bubbles are gone
Slowly and gradually
black coffee remains
Patience
Is to wait
Till the right time
It does feel
The right thing to do
But then
when we can’t wait
filled with expectations
That’s where the hour
stretches to eternity
That’s when you
swipe and refresh
And then you say
Yes, it will be…
What’s the rush, You ask
But deep down
You know
You can’t wait
In somewhere in between
There hangs the balance
Of peace
And expectations
What is your favorite season of year? Why?
I like all seasons
Except the one now
It’s hot in summers
I hate the heat
Yet when it’s over
I remember the blue skies
The light morning breeze
and the happy birds
In the monsoons
I hate the rains
It’s so wet and soggy
Yet when it’s over
I love the coloured umbrellas
The dance in the rains
Happy splashes on the puddles
And the platter on window panes
In the autumn
I hate the dry leaves
That muck up the streets
And clog the drains
Yet when it’s over
I remember the colourful fall
The rusty and the orange hues
The crunchy step on the fallen leaf
And the cool crispy breeze
The festive cheer
With the winter near
It’s the winter
And I dread the cold
The layer of cloths worn in vain
The numb fingers
And the cough and sneeze
Yet when it’s over
I remember the mist in the breath
The cozy snuggle in the quilt
The lazy morning in the warm sun
And the soothing wine and cake
In the glittery starry nights
And then comes the spring
Overhyped and warm
Just when I started to like the chill
And my sweaters were out
Yet when it’s over
I can still smell the flowers
The blossoming trees
With new promising leaf
The cycle goes on
Every end a beginning
Every past
remembered
Every now
forgotten
I hate the seasons
Yet I know
I will like them anyhow
There is nowhere
I can be me
Other than ‘in me’
There are voices
That say
You can’t be ‘You’
Who else
Can I be, I wonder
When I am crafted to be
Just ‘Me’
Yes, It might be a good idea
To be alone
But I know
that can’t be
It might be better
If in you
I only see me
List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?
The first one
Missed me by a whisker
The second one
Wasn’t aimed very well
The third book
Hit me square in the face
I never knew
Books could make such impact
When thrown
With such velocity
And passion
😄😄😄
My Tales Within