Two minutes of yours!

 The minimalism is curating less,

we live a cardboard life.
All but the individual drinks the shots,
of fame, attention and perfect likes! 
They bought us something progressive,
handed us with the best needs met.
But sailing with them again,
not a choice but a mandatory.
She expected few moments each day,
ok, a call per day?
No, the lines went busy,
somedays are tough,
yet, life is tougher.
Does it give you a chance back?
The touch just dissolves in,
only brings memoirs and memories folded.
Asked for some sort of staying back,
come on you will be ok!
I have my job to look at.
But the doors were always open back then,
"You made me impatient or my meals",
little did she ever mind.
That was not the course to raise the little,
but the older forgot the budding sprouts,
only reap and blow out.
They don't see the roots dying in next,
the blood is shrunken and dried now,
in Twings, creepers and leaves.
Remains intact is the emotion to see once more,
to meet a second plea,
to say good and bad this time.
Phases glide on with no corner,
the river just flows until barged in,
the bridge here is broken and the fluid is free,
they will not hold back,
it will not be an offence,
kindness and affection still meet you,
they still will bless you!

Untimely!

 Some souls touch your aim,

they come and listen to you

hardly they intervene,

but you like their stay. 

I proclaim death is truth,

hard to sublime the surface,

has taken my part of peace,

calm and compound we preface.

How did life take that turn,

the peak was to claim high

twist made it fall down

invading the highest met the ultimate truth.

Crusade your views,

life is short but more meaningful,

we thought vibes do match and we talk. 

There was no time once gone with the rest!

Why is wind whispering some chaos,

is the bird back to the nest now?

wondering on the plight of the nurturer,

the little twigs are packed for the tiny ones.

She said she will return with a quick look,

packed food for the homely pug

I will excel this pattern 

a long dream to pursue and pester on.

She was the humble and pure,

reflecting her inner cure.

Fostered the long ravine to fulfil the best

return with accolades and compliments. 

In real this was true,

the truth was high,

the course is complete but

the nest still longs for the soft hands!

Gender and chores!!!

Mundane works and the play,

no not the video games,

ah! they are meant for the male in the house,

who ruled that rule book?

I see the fix at hard, 

now who turn the table round.

who made the dishes go clean?

who was it with the laundry?

Ah, the girls. 

the rolling board had a deep cut sound,

it is not gender play but a time chain,

I proclaim that as the ticking clock!

Let the plate be little filled today,

we had a feast all this time,

a boiled cook is better than nothing,

she had an appointment to schedule.

The juice tasted a bit salty,

tides had a roaring experience,

settle down please, 

chores are distributed.

Did the kid ask for the sundae?

well feed them a while,

it is not a no task,

she will fill up bottle soon.

The time of year not to reap the crops

taxation time, he fills mine,

but why this gender reversal here?

My money, my tax, my file up exemption!

The bills are pending on the cart,

shopping the best fabric is easy online,

let's divide the task likewise,

earn the brownie to shop next!

The routine is boring yet living up

this makes you strive hard to achieve,

not easy not so hard, challenging almost

but crux is life is all of that!

River

Flaw and flow it has both,

breathes the best air blown over it,

but equally shreds the polluted ones passed on it,

Did it knock the door why you did so?

Things are so bad on her,

hardly is given a due for all the time,

respect is temporary, celebration mode only,

rest is momentarily just for attended the unattended.

Acceptance seeks favoritism but what does she was asking for,

some water; clean and clear,

life is not so neater either,

many eyes rolled down with tears just never seen or heard.

The flow folds many stories,

harsh, true, bitter all come closer,

were we seeking some help from her,

she never said no to any though.

Many debris lie at the breach,

many shatters of the devi ensembled there,

never asked a question why it is on me?

yet, only got a drench and said we are pure now?

The duty of universe is to flow,

but what rights she had on the nature,

ever wondered why the course is disturbed now,

why is she so bound now?

Well, nature plays its own stroke, 

high or low always at the broken,

don't try hard there,

lives do also flow with the course.

Struggling with the torment of mankind,

silent year not sleeping always,

it will run the dance of fury,

if not now, not never though, somehow -someday!

The future is she

Brown gazes on the shoulder,

pricks the no-zone path

sometimes we hear her, 

sometimes we miss hearing her.

The heavenly touch is absent in many,

she brings the craft of admiring the celestial.

but then this future bud is dismantled,

it is so obvious to have her with no voice.

The sea crawls with the sand on its 

time takes a new bend on its own,

never did we see the grace fade,

what is she wearing on her sleeve? the confidence?

Things have change constant,

people have life and death as constant,

but Harmony brings a close-knit

I chose for the best to come with time and reality.

She has the power to strive,

let the flowers bloom with the presence of calmness

one will aim high on this roof someday,

if not in person yet the ideologies of one.

let that bud bloom alone,

you just need to fetch some water,

rejuvenate, and reconnect, she has her own.

Let the light fall on one and all!

Influencers magic!

How much did he influence us?

did you see the grave standing there or has

the new conclave being constructed there?

the modernization seems no rock left!

People have the audacity of feeling;

smiling and delivering speeches of the era

when to end and what not to do

did they undergo the best role possible?

The crushed tears are here

to stay and take the best;

keep for the underserved to stand and test for time,

to burn and get vanished on their own.

The wasteland is calling for more ashes,

being influenced has kept their beliefs alive

what good you achieved restricting the have nots

ah, the spirituals raters are conducive now.

Wake up you fools, it is time to worship me!

calls one from the heavy lot, unseen unheard. 

but the elephant story is perceived.

with each known drawing a known part.

Where are the good vibes going to?

delivering a story to imbibe the buyers of fear.

Love is not covered with a damsel today.

but shown with alms full of rudiment soil.

we swing in their chorus,

probably the almighty must be wondering.

are they, my creation?

now selling my versions in different regions and sections!

Light of winter!

It is difficult to put a bye on the passing year,

the warm sunrays are just letting me up.

not harsh or piping hot on my cells!

abundance of goodness to view on these last weeks.

Easy to forgive the rest when you are at fault too,

but when you are home trodden because of some,

life is never easy to forgive and come.

We rejoice what made our choices dome!

This phase is all going to sublime,

with the passing days, going for some. 

newness to reborn, rest to shorten.

each year we make it fake it and rejoice it!

The wintery brew is holding me long,

wonder where the yesteryears are bygone now.

why was it so quick and how,

life cannot restore the crown bow.

The seasons speak a lot on the chores.

and with this little sprinkle of light 

a set of vacuums has been gasped out.

our senses resume the track with a sense called experience!