Just different pots....

Just different pots.....

My hopes

My dreams, my vision,

My belief, my confidence, my trust,

My esteem,

My sensibility, my compassion, 

My pains, my sorrow,

My vulnerability……..

Make my space within.

You are a frequent visitor here.

So am I,                                                                                       

To the space you treasure within.

We share same kind of world,

Same kind of fire warms us,

Same drinks quench our thirst.

Aren’t we

Water of same stream

In different pots?

Crossing Limits.

CROSSING LIMITS


Chasing thrill & excitement,
Crossing all safe limits,

Ignoring your advice,

Putting aside commonsense.

Now in the middle of night

In our car, badly smashed,

On a roadside, in pool of blood,

I wish

I was more careful on that turn.

It could have saved

Two innocent lives

And

Mine.

Wisdom

Now dawns

In last few moments…..

Pleasure of life is not in seeking

Thrill & excitement

Foolishly crossing limits,

It is in consciously working towards

Expanding limits.

I am sorry DAD.

(One Single Impression prompt : 119, Icarus. )

Anamika

I am a shy boy !  

Anamika is her name.

I have known her,

Talked with her for long,

Played chess with her,

Walked with her on school play ground track

Been to her home with friends.

I park my cycle near hers.

Frequently peep in the play ground

And visit library

To see if she is around.

Every time I cross her

In school lobby or on playground,

My heart beats play salsa.

In that fraction of the moment

When our eyes meet

Her eyes are searching deep in mine,

Something…..

That I been trying hard to say

But too nervous….

Always!

*

 I am a Man…

She is coming

Confident,

Gracefully walking,

Long strides, hair bouncing,

Bosoms pounding.

My heartbeats tune to the

Pace of her body.

As she comes closer

I feel warmer….

Longing for those few moments

When I am no more

And she does not exist…..

For both melt in those moments.

Anamika is her name.

*

Now that reverse count has started….

Pain in back & neck & knee…

That makes her face twist

Pierce deep in my heart,

Prayers arise in silence.

My hand reach out for hers….

She slightly squeezes my hand

To let me know

That she knows how I feel.

Anamika is her name.

Friends

Friends

A prisoner

In jail since long

World outside… a dream

He enjoys dreams.

A Jailor

Free…

Wants to climb mountains and cross rivers….

Have to report every morning on duty

…Till late in evening

Mountains & rivers are dreams he often talks about

To the prisoner

Prisoner wishes the jailor

Good morning

With smile

Every morning.

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Do you?

Do you ??

Love me……
Love me enough…….and grant me rights
to hurt your feelings

to say harsh words

to ignore you

to be selfish & mean

to breach your trust

to hate you

to walk away from you...

And

Love me enough

to welcome me back

in your heart, with hands wide spread,

when I return……..

Do you love me,

enough??

I do, my dear.

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Just some rest....

Just some rest...

I want some rest

Away from you

Away from my own self….

Away from all

That is “mine”

And that is “yours”

…just some rest

May be when I return

Forgotten word “Ours”

Will again find its place in dictionary.

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I wanted to fight...

I wanted to fight...

Mind said

It is unfair, unjust, wrong, unacceptable…..

I feel deprived, left out…..

Want to argue, revolt, protest….

Not cooperate…..

Again today,

For love to blossom and grow,

Conflict to resolve……

I made mind understand and accept,

Not to protest, not to counter…..

Just to flow with events,

….Just like my Parent did it

When I was a Child and

Wanted to fight…..        

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Life

Life

Nothing to gain,

Nothing to lose,

Nothing to give,

Nothing to take,

Nothing to prove,

Nothing to leave,

Nothing to show,

Nothing to hide,

Nothing to attain,

Nowhere to reach,

Nothing to say,

Nothing………

Nothing………

Just an experience.

A Beautiful experience.                
                                                                        Image from   : http://thisisreallife.co.uk/index.html

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If ..

If..

If I can keep alive

Silence

….Filled with love,

 Against devastating power of circumstances,

Circumstances will change

As it is in its nature,

 And

I will survive.....More loving, more living...

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Little Change of Lines...

Drop of hat……Little change of lines….. 

Any incident,

Say, a drop of the hat….

It can make me smile,

Or make me frown,

Make me laugh

Or make me cry,

Make me ignore it

Or make me take notice,

Make me light

Or make me serious,

Make me weak or

Make me strong……

Can be taken just as an incident

That happens in the course of life

Or a disaster, larger than life…..

It is just

Little

Change of attitude,

Like

Little

Change of lines in the sketch of a face.

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