Here’s a poem about the modern world. A light hearted poetry, it focuses on a concept- Gen X and Gen Z I For an evening, I was the nanny of a boy. An eight year old lad, he was both … Continue reading The Nanny Manny Video Game
We want to control everything We want to tame down all. Our desire to control, overpowers our inner animal. Our inner animal overpowers, our inner human. I understand fighting against an enemy that tries to kill us. But why kill? … Continue reading We Want to Control Everything
Once I went to visit the Taj Mahal. the white, translucent macabre I had heard , it once was. But no longer, it seemed translucent by any means. A little pale or maybe a light cream, you can call its hue now is, I stood there in a wig, a brunette, I was trying to be. I wanted to avoid my friends, by all means. I frankly wanted to roam alone. So I not only wore a wig, but a hat atop, with pale dark glasses to match, covered my big, petal eyes. Away from the crazy crowd, I slowly … Continue reading Fun poem- The Taj is on sale
Do you really think the end will begin again? With the kind of swift ecological degradation, we are inching fast towards an ice age evidentially. So what good way to start a new phase or chapter in my renovated blog than a poem on Nature, the one which is standing on the brim of hope for a better world. Here it it is! I pulled my grey coat close. I was not sure how long the gnawing wind could be stopped by a mere coat. The temperature dropped and I grew colder. The ice age was nearing. “Run, run for … Continue reading The end will begin again-Poem
Whoever comes first, I would marry you, Either of you since this is where I end. I call it a chance. I call it fate. Whoever comes first, I would care for you, Either of you, since this is where I begin. I call it a stance. I call it a date. Whoever comes first, I would live with you, always. Either of you, since this is where I return. I call it a dance. I call it a gate. Whoever comes first, I would love you always, Either of you, since this is where I belong. I call it … Continue reading Whoever comes first
Some of us live sometime, Some of us live always, Some of us live never, Some of us live less. What can I do for it? What can I do then? It was not right, What you did. It was not right, What you thought. It was right, you created a raucous. It was wrong, you created a focus. What can I do for it? What can I do then? It is sometimes that we cannot cross the barriers. some people, their love or their hatred. We cannot cross these men, since they do not want to leave. If they … Continue reading Sometimes
Love is like salt, It creates a taste. Love is like sugar, Do not haste. Love for him was warm and whims. Someone’s love for me was unknown and free. But, then the man who hid all this while under the lid. The man who showed up to me like a cup. Life can be confusing at times. Yet, I respect your feelings, still now. You could talk to me like a friend in the making. But, you chose not to, though I was there to listen. You can still come back Lay your heart bare on the stack. I … Continue reading Love is like
Love is not coming my way in forms it exists around my pay. I pay to eat, I pay to sleep, I pay to be happy, I pay when I am sad too. I always pay, when I have none. I pay in kind if I can’t pay cash. I pay to unwind and be a dash. I pay to be happy. So, do I now pay for love? For love is not coming my way. I sat back to think, to mourn, to laugh. I sat back to know I won’t. I won’t pay in cash or kind for … Continue reading Love is not coming my way
I want to know sometime, What made you twist the plot? What made you dislike me? What made you connive against me? What made your brown eyes hollow? What made you not talk to me? What made you feel odd with the Buddha? What made you sit back in fumes? What made your smile crooked for me? I never intended to harm you. I never intended to warm you. I never spoke bad about you. I never tried anything more than being a friend ever. Friend as the word goes. For I don’t think you loved. I am sure you … Continue reading I want to know
I dislike to hide, what I feel, but I don’t feel the tide. I dislike to hate, But then I do hate at times. I hate to let unassuming people Come within, yet I do not hate friends, once were friends. I hate to be stabbed at the back, I hate to be murdered in cold blood. I hate to not like it all. I hate to not find it all. I hate when I say yes and people take it as “no.” I hate when I say no and people take it as Yes. I hate when people try … Continue reading I hate
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