TheScientificTriangle

As we go down the lane,

We find things have not changed,

It is we who have,

left many beautiful things behind.

I have met glow worms in a decade,

The beauty hidden in rusted facade,

Lovely lores that I heard naked,

True feeling, memories fresh or baked.

I love all moments I spent here,

I love only a few I spent with you there,

I love marshmallows and tabby cats,

I love the beautiful vines and hats 🎩

I love the rains above all,

The thunder sparks hitting our homes

The wilderness lit by it for a moment,

The purple blue holy trines

I love rains, I love you.

I love the smell around you,

Spirits and medicines and lotions,

When I met you, they were within you.

I love the rains, it reminds me of you

I love the rains, it reminds me of Thor,

The one who lives by me or I by him,

I do not know at all.

When I was small, I lived for the

mornings, the winter and snow.

I lived to count the stars, look into a

Cackling fire and believed in laughing aloud.

Then i grew to know stars are far.

So i wanted to live my dreams

I wanted to fight my battles and

win games and wars. I was studying

hard, believing it would change my fate.

But, then it did all except changing my fate.

But, I believed then that i would not hate

A world so strong and fair. But, then i knew

What this all was, and felt I could live for love

of all kinds, fair, sweet, glorifying, dashing

love. But then I found to love others

you need to love, yes, love yourself more

Love that you need carries you afar.

Love oneself and change oneself is all

we can do, we cannot do anything more

But if all does it well, then alone the world changes

Since then you learn to love others more.

But to love oneself, you have to not be unfair

In your own eyes, the world is such now,

for many believe in their own unfairness

Where man is bound by many chains,

Invisible, daunting and scary claims growing

in others brains. I live not now, only breathe

But i still wish to live and love oneself again.

I wish it could all be done well yet we live

and not be a forgotten human race slained.

This pic is of a woman, who lived all her little moments.

It was taken just before she had died, two to three years down the line by a distant cousin of mine.

“Here, your copy.” She held it out to me.

“Ohh, wow! You took it?”

“No, my ghost clicked with many other reporters around me. I am sure many have captured the same pose. But this is yours, all yours.” She smiled as she finished her glass of lime juice in a hot summer afternoon in Kolkata.

I was still in school, had met her once and considered it as a proud moment of my life.

Next year, she left for her eternal journey and we all stayed back to bid her goodbye.

It’s just that now, as we are packing once again to endorse the uncertain world out there, to live what we haven’t still this pic came out of a carton and I had to write about it.

I am planning to store it for my life and just not leave it behind.

Sometimes, we understand what we have lived in which moments we have smiled our best only when we relive them like this one for me.

😎🥴😤🥰🥳🤓🧐😖😣

From the makers of time,

We have often tried to rhyme,

This is a festival sublime,

Gives you time for enemies and crime,

Every thing can take a back step,

Friends can become relations,

Enemies can become friends and sensations.

Lots of colours and painted teeth

The nature opens its gates,

Another moment when human souls can be melded,

forged stronger with peace and warmth,

I have to wish you happy holi,

But, cannot, I remember you and all,

Holi is for all, for colours are loved by all,

The heart is all it needs to look

through tinted glass doors and a closed book.

They say we have seven mate,

Each from one life, whom we

might have had, nothing but hate

for who they were, a life of a grape or kiwi,

grated in between the stones of grind as bait.

I feared always, how do I know

If I loved the one of seven and not hate?

My mind remained confused as I knew,

but it always said, “It could be amongst the one, but no,

not the one I do not hate.” I searched and found one day,

on a chair, a man who was not amongst one

whom I could hate, but then we met

and he said, “wait, ugh, one second.”

I knew, my hearts in pieces, perhaps

I was not the one he could not hate.

Now I am and here you are.

I see you and feel you,

So what do I do? You are the doodle which could fiddle

a story whole, into pieces random to fit in a hole.

If I could find the pieces, I could find your bruises,

and then maybe, just that wee little maybe,

We could be one and the whole. You and I

in this universal goal, tucked tightly in, to solve another

crossword puzzle bold, dresses and cruises,

Joys galore, you in me and in you my rouges.

The day I met you, the sky was grey,

The day I felt you, the sky was dark with clouds,

they burst forth bringing little rain with prayers and rays,

the lightning hammer of Thor was very loud.

That very day, I felt you were happy,

perhaps so it rained, that very day,

I knew I was happy perhaps in vain.

But then, even today I, know I am to say

I could love you better if I could be close.

Sometimes, I feel I could happily doze

on your shoulders with my palms

on your safe arms, sweet as the date palms.

I love you no less today, but I know

It might be a long wait till I can see you again

smile, and make the rain come down

When you are a happy bargain.

But I wish to meet you even if in years ten

from now, when you have more grey on your

head than the skies, it is not to meet maybe

but just a glimpse to know you live

happy and I live far by then, an end of me.

But, then the rains might come down

if and when, you are happy again.

Happy again in your lively gain.

When life refused to befriend Zooni,

She chose to look forward to death.

She had believed too much in life’s loony

tunes, dying was windy, cool and woolly.

She sat across in quietude for a while,

For she knew not, what death could bring her?

Yet she chose to silence it all,

Slowing down her bright tunes once agile.

She renounced it all, nothing could

ever be her own, “nothing should.”

she thought. “All is stained in colours

unknown, when I do not get what I choose.”

She was happy, she was always on her own, free.

Always in a forest, some of men, some of many tree.

Here she stood amongst trees, yet not alone.

But then, the world missed her, searched for her.

She did not leave though, calling it her home.

They plundered her thoughts, trying to scare her dare,

since on earth no one can actually bare

their souls, refuse to submit to games so foul.

But, then she stuck to the tree,

learnt to live life with them as friends in wee

hours, none could make her unhappy

none could make her dance to their unscathed

Stories of the old. She lived and lived for she chose death

But, death said, “you have a long way to go, the wraith

of all, has left you, free, clean you are one of my own.

Therefore, live as I fend for you in silence unknown.”

Stop playing mind games,

For my heart is in flames

for the one who has a java scripted name,

Tall, dark, handsome of hunky dory fame.

If you play games with my mind,

I would hide behind your hind,

You would never be able to find,

Where I hid in this grind.

So, if you like me, I can live

All my life with you and thrive

Both you and me, go for scuba dive

When you are not caring for the sick hive.

It does not matter if you remain a hunk

Because I dream of you all night in my bunk

Do not play mind games hunk

Coz we have a long way to cover in chunk

I love you, you know that

You don’t trust me, your choice hat,

You believe in differences, sorry to hear it flat

My ears and nose smell you, no matter what.

If you cannot be a hero,

I can stay with you, a straight no,

Can you keep me forever with a good name, a curt no.

I stand at your door, knocking.

You won’t let me in,

You play mind games like a gin,

But, I know somewhere I have a fin,

I run off my truths, my kin, my chin, my sin.

Vanishing in thin air,

Do not get in my lair.

For come now on your own,

It shows what you have sown

Come now, we have a long way to go,

Without you, I would be lost with me,

A doe with her friends and foe.

But, you won’t come on your feet and toe.

There’s not a day when I do not think of you,

I know it well, I must know this about you,

Life is never about i and you for you,

It never can be except those moments few,

Yet, my heart pangs to see you

It is love for you,

I can never reach you,

Unless you can reach me for you

can do it more easily than I can,

Come in the middle of my life either in a van,

You are the man of my life I know

I am not your woman I grow

everyday and yet I cannot reach you

Love you like I would want to touch the eyes of your dew

So, to end it I still think of you,

Even though I know I can never reach you.

Curling down in a corner lay

a will. “Why do you cry?”

The Will was wounded, attempted

but fell again. It’s sinews were alive,

bleeding, raking in pain. It did not speak

further, but raised its height. Slowly, and then fell.

Stood again, the miracle of love weaved around

tales of hopeless beauty. It lay quietly until the bear bell

was heard. But then, it did not stoop, the hell called.

He fought hard and the heavens opened the door.

It engulfed both, the bear asked, “why me?”

“Why not you, you made will strong.”

Will asked, “why me? I fell down.”

“Just because you got up, that’s why.”

The will and the bear were both shy.

The world needs us not now, they

thought, when humans choose to cry.