Lockdown

Peace and prosperity
A regular day  out
Is what we want in life
Other things are luxury

We realise the importance
Of everyday blessings
When it slips away
Like sands from our hands

The freedom to move around
In blissful bountiful nature
Without worries to wear you down
Is what the heart craves for

It doesn’t take the law
To imprison the masses
In their demure homes
For months at a stretch

Invisible voiceless viruses
Can change and ruin lives
Punish people without trials
For abstract faults of man.

Simplicity Saves

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Simplicity can save the world.
Simply by thinking that we can;
We mould our minds to perform,
Whatever we aspire to do.

Unknowingly we take small steps;
And think twice before buying-
Things  that we don’t really need;
Or, reuse that bottle to plant a plant.

Baby steps for an individuals,
But marathons for mankind.
We need to rewire our thinking;
And totally abstain from greed.

If everyone cares for the world,
And shows their love through deeds.
Each day the earth will get better
And it’ll become a heaven indeed.

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Glass Ceilings

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‘Women don’t walk bare feet
There’s glass all around.’
Around the White House area
This graffiti was found.

It took time for women,
To conjure civilizations;
Nurturing minds and bodies,
Awakening realisations.

For a life beyond imagination,
Raising levels of achievement;
With each and every generation,
Sacrificing their own fulfilment.

‘I am the first in this office,
  But I won’t be the last.’
 Said a beaming Kamala,
 Making the obvious forecast.

Her mother beamed from above,
Her labour had bourne fruit.
May all mothers set example,
For their young ones to pursuit.

May the space be the limit-
For generations to come.
May the world be led by leaders,
Who lead with wisdom.

Tranquil Nights

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Moonlight beams through the pane,
Casting ethereal shadows,
Soothing my battered mind,
Reminiscent of days of yore.
When magical hands of mother,
Took away all misery and pain,
Transmitting boundless bliss.
Tranquil nights rejuvenate,
Dejected souls in quest of peace.

Who Are You?

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You are light that fills your life,
You are the air that helps you breathe,
You are the tree  that’s waiting to grow,
You are that wondrous magical seed,
You are an uncut diamond bright,
You are all you’ll ever need.

Look within and you shall see,
That very person of your dream,
In yourself you shall always find,
A winsome winner who’s born to win.
Pat yourself for what you’ve been,
And live the dream that you had seen.

Forget the things that went wrong,
Fill your days with hope ‘n’ fun ,
Be calm and happy in highs and lows,
And watch your success as it grows.
Add to the work that you’ve done,
Just don’t give up till you have won.

You are the one who loves you most,
In your world you are the sun.

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Punctuated Equilibrium

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The lion sat on his throne,
He was the jungle king.
His wife the cunning lioness,
Was naturally the queen.

He had scrapped away the title,
Of his erstwhile eldest  queen.
For she had become old and wise,
And had lost her sheen.

The princess however glowed,
And had a pretty face.
She aided her dad in every way,
And soon became his ace.

The proud and arrogant lion,
Was proud of his jungle rule.
It was easy to trick the masses,
For masses were easy to fool.

He sold the masses empty dreams,
And made his own come true.
With hatred he divided them,
And filled their lives with woe.

When survival became difficult,
He claimed that he did all he could.
He made the masses eat their dreams,
When they failed to get their food.

So if your dream involves killing,
Of someone else’s dream.
Recall the tale of the lion king,
Who ruled with his inept team.

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Honing Habits

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Habits make a man;
If you’ve built bad habits,
Change them while you can.

Fling them from your life;
Chuck them for once and all.
Ere they shear you like a knife.

Welcome habits that are good;
Habits that make you strive,
And toil as hard as you should.

Stop looking for some excuse;
Just move towards your aim,
Banking on yourself ‘n’ your muse.

Sun will shine once more,
To brighten up your soul;
It’ll ferry you to your shore,
And help you reach your goal.

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Success mantra

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When you set yourself an aim,
You must deal it like a game.
You must give everything to win;
Taking care, you don’t sin.

Stick to the work till it’s done.
Devote all your time till you’ve won
The final touches count a lot;
Put in your best in the last shot.

We are – what we do today;
Our present actions pave the way.
For tomorrow’s achievements,
And our life’s fulfilment.

So, seek out if something’s wrong,
Replay your work like a song;
Redo things till you give your best,
To lady fortune leave the rest.

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Morning Blues

Photo by Julian Paolo Dayag

The sun is up too early,
It should have overslept;
My eyes under mutiny,
Refuses to open yet.

The sun is ever punctual,
If the clouds are not at hand;
Glowing like a rude master,
Goading all on the land.

Wake up! It yells with its rays,
Removing all speck of dark.
My mind revolts tyranny;
And abhors getting up to work.

I mildly listen to my mind,
And like the docile kind;
Get up and follow the orders,
And gently pull down the binds.

The helpless sun being shut out,
Fumes with its face all red.
I haplessly beg forgiveness,
And meekly return to bed.

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Givers of Memories

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Why is it that memories,

Have a strange way of formation?

With those whom we love-

We associate the happy ones.

The sad memories often,

Are linked with those;

Whom we never loved much,

Or would rather forget.

A plethora of sunny thoughts,

Fill our minds with happiness;

While thinking of those we love.

The sad ones vanish like smoke.

The exact opposite happens,

When we think of those;

Who broke our hearts,

At some point of time or other.

The gloomy experiences,

That we carry in our hearts;

Burden our souls like lead,

Unhappiness abounds.

Be a giver of good memories.

For memories are all we take,

When our trip to the world is done;

And it is time to return.

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