Blue dooey!

Age is binding me,
the Freckles don't get tied loving me,
every moment is not same for all,
the moon enjoys a silent curve.

Today was bright and shiny,
may not be the same tomorrow,
but that's the nature!
you don't love it a bit less, do you?

kindness shares a heart of same,
but did you ask for a space?
You were not loved yesterday,
Today is more transient!

Everything surrounds for a cause,
we glare the cake for a taste,
man, and whims take chance,
you need not be true to every dance!

Every word is valuable,
every action is contrary,
Diming light is for all,
stars or pole stars!

Lift a grass and perspire,
every breath is life,
the moment you conquer death,
you can't even respire!

Magpie robins

 The two birds chirping
on the edge of the branch,
the bright sunshine lifts the wing;
silently, yet willing takes a new fly
The lens for the brewing dusk
is waving some frozen orange glance.
The night will sleep with many
bygones, stories weaved and tried.
We will be playing a new note
or ideally nurturing changes.
The dates just get flipped and
we turn some new pages.
And they pick some new buds;
Shifting the puller on the wings.
The gateway remains the same.
closing choosing a much inner peace.
The robins seen a blessing
not for the travelled ones,
but for the unexplored dimensions.
Life will be more complex,
thing will be more narrative;
setting for a funnel of journey.
Little can be prescribed how to come
As much the year taught for a season!

Growing up and rooting!

The doors are awaiting.

let the known hands again open!

Relieve the steps taken much time.

We stood watched, many seasons

many times, cried on these ways

we shifted to another nest.

But this origin was silent,

waited long for us to align

with those voices sometimes,

we never answered back.

Today as I step in

emotions take a flat pledge

those unsteady walks now

are getting more weak;

slowly they will also need a

support, a calculation of the old

on the manipulation of deeds alone.

Things are sinking in so well,

Now we are maintain  sense

belonging that we did not 

indulge while leaving,

today they are calling us back.

Do we have the scope of reclining?

Do we need the slumber enough?

Things changed, matters changed.

But our paths and the rooms

are same for years now.

always waiting and longing back

when will the ones revisit again?

Home coming!

 rays have calmed themselves with the orange tint,

you will be descending to this land soon,

why do you take time to reveal the best 

waiting us to relive it yet so far.

We thought we are your children,

but you took long duration to veil the curtain,

the days glow with the mesmerizing rays

all elements in their true self welcome you.

You stay, we pray, and we celebrate for days,

yet you beat that humble request and go for another year-round.

Do you witness the calamities thereafter?

DO you view the marginalised factor after?

The land is not so pious anymore,

wounds, hurts, sentiments abandoned and what not,

people filling in metamorphic sites,

life is so unclingy cruel.

Those days with you everything glitters,

all have the sense of purity,

the earth smells a new jasmine bud,

everything is so pragmatic and devour.

The stinking appears once you fade,

why do we feel so helpless at the bay,

the beast engulfs and the blood stains

torn respect and visuals make us refrain!

Were we the same with her?

Then why do we see such a dramatic turn,

all goes into a tragic end,

nothing could be so dividing.

do take a chance to see if people worship 

the eternity for blessings

or to empower themselves,

read the eyes this time you be here!

We will sing the vibes with praises,

we will devote each cell for the warmth,

celebration continues,

but you should also retain your glance at us!

with the tinge of sunrays,

everything gathers the essence of affection 

dawn to dusk makes us so evolving,

hope the feeling align for a true sail.

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!