Till I am a little older

By the time

I am in the 90s

I will know

Which restaurant is good

Which one I should avoid

How much food is just enough

How much, I will end up taking home

Where we can share a plate

Where, they insist

on a separate order

Which drink to order

A fresh juice or a Cola

Espresso, single or a double shot

Yes a Single shot, is never enough

A simple Cappuccino

or the milky latte

The indulgent Frappe

or the thick hot chocolate

The breezy outside

Or the airconditioned inside

I guess

I will figure it all out one day

I am exploring now

I haven’t made up my mind yet

I will wait

for all of the little pieces,

to fall in place

When I am a little older

The ecstatic moment of bliss

Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.

The fingers touched

Accidentally first

And then prodded

By the beating hearts

They probed intentionally

Aware of the touch

That tingled the mind

And the erogenous spaces

Lying deep

in those burning synapses

And then

the hearts take over

And the mind surrenders

Then it flows

Down the path

Furrowed in the mind

Till the touch spreads

beyond the fingers

And till

It reaches the soul

In that

One ecstatic moment

City of my dream

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How would you design the city of the future?

It should be peaceful

Full of love

Roads and building

may be added too

…

In the alleys

Without fear

You should be allowed

To roam free without a shoe

…

There should be a stream

Clean and blue

Full of gurgling water

Flowing happily through

…

Friends on each corner

Is a must

A few places to drink

And some to eat too

…

In the city

Of my dream

Everyone should live fully

And let others live too

Writing is the purest expression

What do you enjoy most about writing?

Writing

Is a conversation

With your self

It happens in your mind

And is poured on a page

There is no one in between

None is hearing and responding

What you write can be re-written

Unlike what is spoken

What you write is ‘read’ later

And reactions which lie in future

Doesn’t interfere with the writing

So only thing that interferes

with your writing

Are your inhibitions

And your limitations

So it’s the purest form of

External expression

Other than your thoughts

In your memories

What do you love about where you live?

तुम्हारी बाहों में

तुम्हारी साँसों में

रहता हूँ

ऐसी और कोई जगा नहीं

जहाँ रहना चाहता हूँ

हाँ हर वक्त

तेरी यादों में रहना चाहता हूँ

I passed through them

What positive emotion do you feel most often?

I can feel sad

Yet kind of feel happy about it

I can be happy

Yet feel guilty for the same

I can feel mad at someone

And yet feel relieved, that I didn’t

I am feel lonely sometimes

And at the same time

feel calm

So it’s a mixed bag

A potpourri

Each leaving its aroma

Not sure which one is positive

It’s an emotion

It only stays a short while

Till it mutates to the next

I met many on my trail

I passed through them all

Celebrating freedom

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It’s approaching midnight

My tryst with destiny

Is a day old

We have been free

A full day 

And I wonder

What has changed?

Maybe I will know later

There are many more

Freedoms to fight for

There are shackles still

That cling and cripple

Not many seen

As of now 

I am proud

And I know 

I am on the path

To freedom

Isn’t that something to celebrate

So cheers 🫡🫡