One Single Impression - Reign

YOU AND ME

A portion of me likes you
And another hates
But the core of me stands baffled
Perhaps because of what you are
And a lot more for what I am
Yet most of me hold you in good esteem
In spite of your merciless reign
Over my thoughts; Ah! Obsessed me
Destiny entangled our lives
Smoldering in your fire life evolved,
As I reach beyond wrong and right
It’s time for parting ways, yet
I shall not burden myself with the decision
Destiny brought us together
Let destiny decide
But, here and now
I announce my absolute freedom
No, you won’t be reigning over my thoughts
Any more, for you too
Deserve freedom..and respect..

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Becoming Free

It’s a sure and tested way
For inflicting torture on ‘self’
By letting thoughts be
Reigned over by someone else

Millions of thoughts,
To pick from and think
Then why be obsessed
And fixated with something

Hey, become free and
Let heart grow wings
Let it fly and find
How a cuckoo sings

Why and how did nature
Design a rainbow
Thousands of hues,
Yet only seven to show

What does make Sun
So punctual and wise
Always on dot,
Never late to arise

Why does a tiny bud
Open up to bloom
Knowing will be filched
For decorating a room

Each moment in real world
Something wonderful is happening
In world of thoughts then each day
Keep planting new saplings

No more obsessions
Let’s permit none to reign
Ever over heart and mind
Let joy and bliss rain

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Thoughts on Mother's Day..

Yes, I had wept
When Mom had left

For her heavenly abode
Commanded by God

Time has flown
30 Years gone

By God's grace abound
In spirit she stays around

Even if she's never seen
Mom's presence I often feel

I still talk with her
I still walk with her

But then it's true I had wept
When Mom had suddenly left.


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Beckoned the sky
So vast and blue
I wanted to fly
So I flew..

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And got inspired just a few days back to write:

Just out of the rocking cradle
Little hands splashing water
Droplets landing on my face
Wow, an indefinable moment that!

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My First Air Travel

May 01, 2010 - the day I experienced my first air travel. New Delhi to Pune by Kingfisher. Sitting on the window seat, I found myself lost, the thinker in me prompted me to scribble my experience which I am sharing with you all..

MY FIRST AIR TRAVEL

The glistening Flying Machine lifted its nose
Roaring and soaring higher & higher
Piercing through the curtains of weather
The skyscrapers turning into tiny dots
Fading away like misty dreams
Cities appearing size of an infant’s hand
Vanishing quietly in the haze
The layers of clouds floating around
Like shimmering pieces of white cotton
Creating soft whispering patterns
Offering solace to marveling eyes
Endless sky gleaming purity
Rivers meandering through the valleys
Seemed like partings in the curls
Golden streaks shining on the edges of billows
Slow movement of the pointed end of the wing
Against the horizon, betraying speed
Yes, thousands of meters above the seas
On the other side of the oval shaped window
Hung a soft and quieter world
Peaceful, pious and radiant,
Beauty and splendor splashed around
Glorious nature blushing, unmasked
Heavenly feelings engulfing the soul
Yet surprisingly, one hope stayed profound-
Of safely landing on the ground
Back to my own world of eternal chaos
Ah, to be a human with myriad attachments!

Enigma...Who is He? (OSI Prompt)

Spreading his wings he would soar higher and higher
Trying to hold Moon in his hands and fill his pockets
With glittering smiling stars.. and
Then hide somewhere in the outer space to wake up
And take a bath in the burning flames of sun
Then tread over soft clouds to wet his feet, with dew drops
Climbing down the rainbows to go dancing
In the lush green valleys , smelling Daffodils of Wordsworth
In a flash of moment suddenly using a Sun ray like a rope to
Swing around the circumference of Earth.. Then quietly
He would vanish in the depths of my inner space
Mingling with my soul, perhaps
Oh, my God, he stays with me.. yet
I don't know him, who is he, a mystery , an enigma..
The Dreamer in Me... Who?

Thoughts As they Came.. (V)

In a get together of friends and foes
He was abused and made small
He didn't defend, oh! he couldn't
For, he wasn't there at all..

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It's not that I don't want a friend,
It's only that I can't pretend
If you are real without a mask.
Welcome, you don't have to ask..

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A rose smilingly bloomed
Spreading aroma and fragrance
An ignorant one plucked it
To have it all for himself..

Fissures Appear in Friendships

Whenever good things happen to me
Unprompted, spontaneous
And my face shows some kind of spark
With glitter in my otherwise quieter eyes
I find fissures appearing in many a friendship
Each piece with broken edges
Shouting disillusionment and regret
Seeking a promise to be wary & careful
But then, hope is the rope
I would like to keep hanging on.

( Written based on OSI prompt 'Fissures')