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The Call of Life

Answer the call of your life
O bird, for you must realize
Your winged dreams
Multi-hued ambitions
Echo loud the call of your spirit

Rise above the expectations
Of ordinary circumstances
And the accompanying pain
For you are not destined to be
Merely ordinary

Soar high into freedom of soul
Beyond the reach of sullying thought
Purity is in renouncement
And the practice of rightly actions
Even when inconvenient to you

Break out of the chains that hold tight
Carving pitiful marks into your skin
Scream yourself hoarse,
So that you may hear your own voice
And act on its sage advice

Laugh at the sadness you find
Lift the ones bereft of their smile
Do what you need to, even if you can’t
To die trying is better than to give up
On any day, choose to live
Existence cannot be enough!

Rise to the occasion and fly high,
O bird, because you can see yonder
Correct path to trust and follow
Leave the hopeless sighs behind
And explore unknown paths; you may find
Answers, and in them, salvation.

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P.S. It is my WordPress anniversary today. Cheers to years of blogging!!!

A Father Mourns

My baby, daddy misses you
It is crazily lonely here
I swim in a big bad dream

Nothing I have to hold on to
My little finger hangs abandoned
By your sweet little fingers

My voice is hoarse of late
Your cradle being empty
Haven’t sung a lullaby, since

Where is the chirping bird?
I see nothing as pure as you
That glow in your pink cheeks

It is cold by day and by night
Come kiss my old beard
And hug me, hug me really tight

Summer’s pretty flowers wilted
I cared not a little bit, because
None of them can grace your hair

Reprimand me sometimes, please
For my drunken breath, with
Your adorable, wrinkling nose

I want to sleep, tired I am
But my chin won’t rest at all
So used to your tender curls

The child in me has vanished
With the light that left your eyes
Peace is nowhere in sight

I wished to catch the snowflakes
Just for you my dear, this winter
Delighting in your merry squeals

But here I find myself so numb
So hopeless, kneeling down
Brushing ice off your poor grave…

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The Diary in the Attic

Within a pile of pages
Lies hidden, forgotten,
The story of my life
My best and worst years
Truths, hopes, fears
The ones who knew it are gone
But they only saw parts of it
Never the full picture
I forget why I wrote
Perhaps, in confession
Maybe I went unheard for long
Or was scared to share myself
Yes, I was hard to understand
But I found it harder to talk
I was, probably
Too deep to bother digging
Too twisted to unravel
I gave up trying to connect
And they gave up on me
Too soon, and that hurt
I withered away in misery
Anyway, I wrote
At length, for someday
Someone else might
Sneak up to an attic to hide
And find in me a friend
My words a solace
My experiences a lesson
For I have things to say
About what I never did
But should have, could have
To survive and thrive
I could be a confidante
I think I will be, soon
Footsteps like thunder
A teenager in agony
Barges into dusty emptiness
Restless, furious, hurt
And thankfully, alone
I was her, once, but
She must not become me
A master hand waves
And my book falls open
It’s time to start.

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The Old Man’s Advice

I feel your eyes on me
My wrinkled skin
My walking stick
My bent back
My silver hair
Let them not fool you
Into thinking I’m just an old man
Lonely and lost, waiting to die
Wondering how life went by
Blabbering away to himself
About the ravages of time
Uncertain of the future, unsure of the past
You may be guessing how long I’ll last
Even I do that, to amuse myself at times
When I’m not teaching my grandkids their rhymes
But trust me when I tell you
Kid, I’ve had the best times
A missus whom I loved
God, she loved me back!
Smart children I raised
For that I always felt blessed!
Grew up with siblings in a happy home
And now they won’t leave me alone!
I breathed the fresh air of those days
Got by very well without the rat race
Never ever did a thing to lose face
Oh yes, I’m in a happy place
So don’t be fooled by the shrivelled exterior
I for sure won’t be dying poor
Kid, take a leaf from my old book
It is at yourself you ought to look
Run along, and fare thee well
Go write a story you’ll be proud to tell

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Park Bench

Come and sit with me
On our park bench
We can laugh together
Watch the hills with each other
Nobody for miles
Only the sun, the breeze, and us
Silence in such a place
Will still feel good
Carve, with fingertips
Our names into the wood
Let us claim it together
So comforting
This old park bench
Let the world pass us by
There is no rush
We have nowhere to be
This spot has set us free
It has seen things
Heard the thoughts of many
Young, old, they all come
And whisper their secrets
Into this park bench
And so shall we
Listen to the woods
Birds, and dogs in the distance
Fellow bench warmer,
Let us be star gazers
Rule breakers
Happy lovers
Or simply
Best friends
On this glorious day
In this beautiful garden
Come and sit with me
On our park bench

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Help! Parent on Facebook

No, marriage is not the dreaded thing anymore. Shoo! New monster on the block. The parent is on Facebook!

You must have surely heard this one. A boy posts a new status on Facebook. “Dad’s on Facebook. WTF” Dad naturally sees the post and asks, scribbling notes in his head, “What’s WTF son?” Son says, “Welcome to Facebook, dad!”

Remember how you almost gave up the habit of keeping a diary just because a parent found it so convenient to read through it and interrogate you about the stuff, most of which you didn’t share with them for a damn good reason?!

Well, mom casually announced, “I am on Facebook dear; added you; let me know when you accept it.” I went ballistic! Social media was a place I could express whatever I wanted to, I mean without having mom or dad raise eyebrows. Now it seemed a lot of eyebrow-raising would happen. I quickly went to work. Filter, filter, add to a list that’s not restricted enough to arouse suspicion, but allows only the lovely, adorable pictures and updates to be seen and like. Ha!

I went to that party and mom did not know; photo filter! I was with some friends she would probably mentally marry me off to, or forbid me from meeting; filter, filter!

A half hour later, I was wiping off sweat and wondering if I should review my changes. Bah, let it be. Just one person added and a custom filter set. Cool!

And then the unhappenable happened! One of my friends had tagged me and HER privacy settings were obviously non-functional. “I saw that photo of that disco. I didn’t know you went to such places. What will happen if xyz uncle/aunt sees these things about you?!” Excuse me, they are all getting on Facebook too? Boy! I give up! Mom, this is the kid you didn’t know you had!

Over the next few days, I see her faithfully liking every post she can see on my page, and saying innocent momly things like “Put on warm clothes or you will catch a cold”, or often assuming I actually wrote some fantastic article that I just happened to ‘share’ on my wall. She reposts my stuff on her wall saying ‘My daughter’s poem’, ‘My daughter’s picture’. Dozens of elderly ladies and gents immediately lavish praise all over her wall. And then send me friend requests. Sigh! I get to work, putting up a photos.com picture that says, “Keep calm and love mom.” One immediate like.

Thank God she hasn’t seen my blog yet. Let me take the chance to ask you all for pointers on how to politely turn off notifications because half my newsfeed is full of posts on God, kindness, cleanliness, babies, puppies, flowers, trees, the works! And the inevitable “Did you read that post of mine I posted an hour ago? Yes, not the one I posted half an hour ago, not even the one I posted just now.”

Help; I still want my mom to whip up goodies for me, boo hoo!

P.S. Parent on WhatsApp and the dreaded blue tick…deserves another post altogether!

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Let Them Come

They will come for you
Brace yourself
No running, no hiding
You are better than that
Deserve to defend
The fire in your eyes
The heart in your body
The thoughts in your head
The faith in your soul
For you have done no wrong
Never a con
Never sly intent
Only innocent, naive
So you owe yourself love

Let them come for you
Embrace yourself
No whining, no crying
You are more than that
Deserve to avenge
The love you put out there
The pride you set aside
The trust you offered freely
The dream you cast adrift
You owe yourself cleansing
And then, a hero’s welcome
Loud, clear, rousing

Let them come for you
Raise yourself
No stopping, no sighing
You are stronger than that
Do not pretend
It didn’t hurt
It didn’t sting
It didn’t stun
For it threw you off balance
Snatched a moment from life
It had to happen, though
For you to see yourself
To rise and shine
Believe in the design
Of fate’s skilled hand
And meet its demand

If you were wounded
‘Twas so you could learn to heal
If you were betrayed
‘Twas so you could open your eyes
It was meant to be a hard lesson
So that, when they come for you
Again, as they plan to,
You will know better
Than to let yourself down
Let them come for you
Let them come

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Live it like you mean it!

Set sail!
Head out!
You can feel the sun warming your skin!
Buckle up!
Get going!
Today is not meant for staying in!
Turn around!
Sing aloud!
And the birds will accompany!
Run hard!
Laugh harder!
Let yourself go weak in the knee!
Play games!
Play pranks!
Get the child in you up on swings!
Taste rain!
Chase a train!
Someone might return your winks!
Try to whistle!
Get tickled!
Feel your lips spreading in a smile!
Blow bubbles!
Toss pebbles!
Let your hair loose once a while!
Forget time!
Roll in grime!
Muddy faces can be winsome too!
Watch butterflies!
Look at clouds!
Let them cast their spell on you!
Be with friends!
Open presents!
If anyone needs to have fun, it’s you!

Set sail! Head out! Buckle up! Get going! Turn around! Sing aloud! Run hard! Laugh harder!
Play games! Play pranks! Taste rain! Chase a train! Try to whistle! Get tickled! Blow bubbles!
Toss pebbles! Forget time! Roll in grime! Watch butterflies! Look at clouds! Be with friends! Open presents!

If anyone deserves a life, it’s you!

Tiger

What Really Matters

It was an ordinary, tired afternoon
The clouds had stopped moving
Not a bird willing to croon
Nothing at all was happening
And we simply lay indoors
Limbs lazing on a worn-out sofa
Undisturbed by thoughts,
Sounds, time in general
In a place we only shared
With the humdrums essential
Ear buds, couple o’ books, a soda
Random crumbs uneaten
Nothing to post online even

All that seemed slightly alive
On that day, at a quarter to five
Was an old movie we loaded to VLC
Small talk, laughter, very easy
On the eye, ear, mind, soul
Nothing going out of control
We lay there just watching
As, in the most routine setting
The characters grew appealing
The girl picked up her old guitar
With a song she wrote for him
Him who would be gone so far
Only, he wouldn’t, after this!
Love wasn’t something one would miss
The way he sat, under spell of melody
Was exactly how we too sat, to see
Absorbing with ear, eye, and soul
Truth about what makes one feel whole

Simple things of the everyday
Stuff we do, words we may not say
Not the rigmarole of fancy dinners
But little moments that emerge winners
The laughter over a private joke
A silly love letter one once wrote
The grunts of acknowledgments
Nods of disapproval
The pretend-nothing-happened times
The we’re-in-this-together times
Walks to cherish, and homecomings
Doing nothing on long evenings
Just a touch that conveys so much
Confessions, intimacy, holding hands
Dreams fickle as castles in sands
Things to recall in later years
Stuff that may move one to tears

In fact, sitting there, that hot afternoon
Just when we thought nothing was happening
We stumbled upon to find the surprising
Basic, unchanging truth of life
The meaning of heartbeat, being alive
That without the glory of royalty
How precious life still can be!
With the ones we love in our world
So don’t let the obvious go unheard
This is the one thing that really matters
Without some kind of love, life is in tatters.

And just like that, we snuggled closer.
The afternoon was ordinary no longer.

Simple Things

A Call to Hope

Lone swinging lantern
In my heart’s dungeon
I need your presence
To dispel the darkness
Of despairing thought
This is not what I sought
Spread your warm rays
Help me save face

I beseech in humility
Life laughs at my frailty
I am too weak to stand tall
In fact, to stand at all
I bow to your powers
For nothing else remains
I have not one rescuer
Matching your stature

If you heed this call
I might still survive
Only you can revive
My bent, resigned spirit
Give me but one hint
And I know I will thrive

There has to be a reason
For this state of affairs
I am tried for treason
Yes, I did betray my heart
Stupid logic played its part
Is this what was in store?
Such a clean dismissal
Why a judgment so cruel?
I am not what I was before

My heart can have its way
And I promise not to stray
From paths it recommends
Even if it makes no sense
It does know what I need
Even if in my greed
I went for what I want
This is here to haunt
And ruin my sanity, unless
You with your purity
Choose to intervene
And this I really mean

I take a vow, to never bow
To mind against the soul
Respect shall be my role
Come forth, bring clarity
Save me from self-pity
Touch and heal my injury
Pull me out of penury
In this moment of torment
No one else I want near
But you, hope, my saviour
Come please, I need you here

Hope

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