One Single Impression : Reciprocate

A bench …. A smile

It has been a long way.

Body is tired, so is mind.

Roads seem to be taking nowhere,

Destination alluding.

How far? How long?

Luggage being carried

Feels too heavy,

Yet, difficult to let go of it.

It is hopeless, futile to go on

Is there any choice?

Well, it is a difficult world.

And a bench on the way…..

Little rest,

A pause…..

Body feels good.

Mind settles,

Dwells in space within – a different world.

Energized

He gets up, starts again.

Turns around to look back

At the bench that offered a pause.

……….And smiles.

“When I make it big,

I will build benches along the way….”

He thought as he was walking.

“And…

I would be like a bench to other.”

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Not so easy to reciprocate!

Not so easy to reciprocate!

She cared,

She loved

........so easy to reciprocate.

She distanced

And I was lost,

Not able to cope with.

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(OSI prompt : Reciprocate)

Response to Challenge

Response to Challenge

Time and again

Scams and scandals are exposed,

Seen on TV,

Read in News papers.

This is not new.

What is new and worrying is

Confidence of corrupts and

Smiles of accused.

It challenges -

Says “what the hell can you do?”

Youth of India is out to show

What can possibly be done.

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To Mr. Afridi, with love.

Big Heartedness

Different cultures,

Different belief systems and

Different ways of living

Have space in hearts of Indians

Hearts that include.

It is so since many centuries.

Big heartedness is to see greatness,

To see bigness.

You have missed the point, Mr. Afridi.

Please do come again

With an open heart.
A heart that wins..... hearts.

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This is in response to comments by Pakistani cricket team captain Mr. Afridi to press, on his return after a tour to India that Indians do not have big hearts.
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Virus

Virus

I have no date of birth, nor do I have any place of birth.

I flow freely & no boundaries can contain me.

I am powerful & spread like wild epidemic

Virus that spread me reside in idle minds.

I give sleepless nights. I make many feel guilty.

I make many hide their faces. I shake confidence of many.

I give heartburns & I break hearts.

I break relationships. I ruin careers.

I make many shed tears.

Goal focused activity & creativity are my foes.

Best way to make me powerless is to ignore me.

They may call me

Rumor,

Scandal,

Hearsay or just chit-chat.

GOSSIP is my name.

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(OSI Prompt : Epidemic)

Once again

Come,

Sweep all that is written

So I can start afresh!

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Written for One Shoot Sunday: A Poetry Challenge

—inspired by Roger’s prompt

Heart needs few words

He kept on giving

Excuses,

Reasons,

Stories

And details……..

On and on……..

She calmly listened.....

Without saying a word.

At last when he was exhausted,

She slowly put her hands on his.

Her eyelids closing slowly,

……Pause of few moments

Transmitted the essence.

“I am sorry”

Was his response

and

Tears from his eyes carried with it

Hollow logic.

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(OSI Prompt : Hollow)

Not Funny!

Not  funny!

He said no, she accepted,

He was not cooperative, she was patient

He threw tantrums, she kept quiet

He lied, she understood

He ignored, she tolerated

He criticized, she remained positive.

When he turned sarcastic:

Witty though it seemed

It pierced deep,

Hurting CHILD in her.

Reacting sharply,

She exited the scene.

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OSI prompt : Sarcastic

Festival of    COLORS
HOLI


May your life be filled with colors

For all Seasons (Pi-Ku)

For all seasons (Pi-ku)

Care or not

Just

True Love blossom.

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For OSI Pi-ku contest