How do you manage screen time for yourself?
Which screen
Do I watch?
Which one
do I block?
I wander
between the big one
and the smaller one
each one is a trap
but then
why fret.
let’s stay glued
The blue scooter
"What on earth is this?" mumbled Margaret, as she peeped out of the Window. She turned and shouted the question to her husband in the toilet.
Mathew was rushing for a busy day. He was a real estate agent and it wasn't the best of the times. Last thing he needed was a situation.
"It’s a blue scooter. I saw it parked at the street across. What's wrong with that?" His question betrayed his irritation.
Margaret did not reply. Mathew couldn’t see her ashen face. Neither could he see the metal tentacles moving at unearthly speed towards Margaret’s throat.
Shadows move on wall
Walls narrate the tale
Of the journey together
Shadows want to stay
Quenched
Water
Bottled up
Crystal and Pure
Filled with anti thirst
Quenched
It’s a wonderful world
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
It’s a wonderful world
Ladder on the plane
Ladders
are fixed
on the aeroplane
There is a queue
to board
Everyone rushes
beyond me
I stay rooted
in the moment
I don’t want to go
Twinkle twinkle little star
There are stars
of two kinds
Shining in the night sky
One of them
Big
fusing the atoms
Fiery and bright
The other one
Twinkling little star
Reflecting
in my glittery eyes
speckled across the sky
Small and nice
I kind of believe
in the twinkling one
I just do
don’t ask me why
Maybe because it is
Like a diamond
In the sky
Hammock hanging on stars
How much
Would I pay
to go there to the moon
If I could Spend a day
Or possibly a cold night
Naah
I wouldn’t go
On that desolate rock
I like it better here
shining
with white cold light
there I would fret
wrapped in a suit
all grumpy
hopping around
in gravity one sixth
with schedule all tight
there
maybe I would
sit and watch
my earth rise
on a breeze less night
or maybe
take a walk around
through the craters
and saunter
to the dark side
but on second thought
I am ok
on my hammock here
hanging lightly
on two stars
and up there
shines the moon
oh, what a beautiful sight
Dangling on a wire
Headphones
Connected
through the slender wire
Playing the strokes
of slender fingers
on piano tiles
black and white
Played long in the past
the eyes close shut
And the aeroplane melts
The clouds rush in
And all that is left
Is the dangling wire
With pouring music
In the flying sky above
Yes,
the land was visible,
clear
From the flying blue sky,
And the floating white clouds,
everything, as clear as that
A little familiar,
a little strange,
what name did we keep?
by what name did we call?
Yes I faintly remember,
it was something like that
It eluded me
just when I remembered
When we would be closer
Maybe I would remember
Every path, every destination
Everything and all that
Then we will think,
Weather to walk
On that wet grass
Or to take a flight again
We will have time to think
For everything and that
Right now
I am there
and here too,
I am not the sky
Neither the ground
I am beyond
Of everything and that
It's a long flight,
now I'm far away,
I fly above
where
there is nothing
and yet everything,
this and that
In response to request by John Melone. Translation with resonating feelings and thoughts of my earlier post
Udta hoon uchayion mein
Language is a medium to transport the feelings from my heart to yours
My Tales Within 