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Say Cheese

mom dad kids,
pets, pimples and rash
lying around toys
two cans of trash
                                  half consumed bottles
                                  of old medicines
                                 huge stack of newspapers
                                 and magazines
boxes full of old clothes,
pictures and memories
arguments over the chores
and the grocery
                                heavy bills leading to
                                occasional fight
                                rising prices, home loans
                                some sleepless nights
laughter and joys running
front and backyard
autumns and springs
and a happy christmas card
                                fighting, cribbing, making up
                                and bouts of cold
                                ingredients of happy family
                                in italics and in bold

Trishna(तृष्णा)-A Song

I am fire i am ice
lil sugar more spice
few virtues few vice
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
But i am every thing you are not yet ready for
                                                                      I am black i am  white
                                                                      i may kiss i may bite
                                                                      screaming days squealing nights
                                                                      in your want in your need
                                                                      for your soul for your greed
                                                                      but i am every thing you are not yet ready for
I am drought i am rain
all the pleasures and some pain
make you smile drive you insane
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
but i am everything you are not yet ready for

Crystal Clear Dreams

There is a room in my house

a very special room

with a big window

it  lets in fresh air

and filters the junk

not for myopic thoughts

but  the window is kind and some say

they too have seen some sparkles

the  window has a view to die for

a beautiful sunlit sky

cool breeze of  contentment

fresh blossoming thoughts

and each colour of rainbow

spreading messages of love and harmony

the woods and her allies are  such great pals

invite me to every single birth

leaving me humbled every  time

for I realise how small yet important

each entity is

the  greens, the browns

I know them all by name

and the winged soul uncaged

floats in this world

I never ask for more

I never settle for less

I guess all my dreams

They taught me well…

Urban Birds

On the concrete trees,

Blessed are the free

Painful it must be for the avian souls

When, the breeze is caged

And its screams go unheard

When the sunset howls

For the blue dreams blurred

When the greens are slaughtered   

And their sweet songs interred.      

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