I’m prepping for school
the unglamorous labour
that builds a future
I like to read people's ‘back to college’ lists - where I can sample what students are buying this year. I find these lists on college-ish websites like ‘Her Campus.’ The number one desire this year is for Apple Air Pods (I certainly love MY AirPod 4s).
We read in silence,
both contented this counted
as togetherness
Beside lists there are surveys on trends.
“Good news,” I announced to Peter, who was sitting next to me, “hot, weird guys are in,” I said it with the satisfaction of someone whose personal choice has been validated by GenZ.
“I still don’t want one,” he says blandly.
Looking at a list of 'questions for your boyfriend,' I asked,
“If you had to change one thing about me, what would it be?”
“Well, you could lose the clothes,” he suggested, helpfully.
No one cares
but I like his hairs
not one more than another
but his left ear
is superior to the other
you heard it here
.
.
A song for this:
Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John
I’ve travelled a long way in lonely vale,
in the distance I see your face gone pale,
turning into a colorless shapeless shadow,
indistinct in the darkness of the past hollow.
But in the mystique moonshine night
solitude hangs like silver mist in sight,
spreading a veil of glaze to forever last
on the present and on the past.
I then hear your soft footsteps clear,
carry the resonant echo of our past near,
break the shroud of loneliness, and with its shard
we mend the fence between us in our yard.
We now keep it blissfully strong,
where our entwined hearts belong,
for we’ve restored it with true love as glue,
shaping the tomorrow, reassured and new.
Now my longing times are for you, yours mine,
on drifting winds we don’t ever incline.
We’ve shortened the distance, come closer,
for we’ve built a bridge of fusion together.
We’ve weaved enchanted in the craving air
the tapestry of love with fervent flair
that decorates the bridge between you and me.
Let it not burn as long as our dreams we see.
A LAKESIDE VIEW
Crabs crawling the shore,
Fish flip flopping the water;
Smiling crocks, resting.
Weaving and raising children's seeds
Of curiosity, genius, and inventive ambitions;
Discovering the world's new pathways of mismatch,
Alluring and glorious nonsense for the future.
Seeds growing in nurturing depths
Capturing charm that each vary and emerge,
With enough time to bloom.
Encourage mindfulness and gratitude
With warmth and develop .
Work becomes play;
Only happiness brings.
An imagination to fly
Around the world or fly to space.
An author, writing stories
That enrich life in lasting ways,
A betterment of the next generation.
A beauty placed before us.
If we ever want to fix our divided world
may we all be blessed…
To understand…
We heal,
not inisolation
but in togetherness
never mind the logic of the knot
it's the frayed edges being pulled -
at both ends, by us, tightly as a drum-
that matters infinitely more; that knot
is the state of our togetherness,
nothing or no one can ever untie us.
ODE TO YOU
To the success of my endeavors might Love
not illude me. Then might my toils be not
in vain. That even the holiest of me turmoil
is seen as wicked and such meddling
unwanted
.Ultimately from fides or fidare might
a faith ensue that trust then is established.
Only a promise that I may then refer to her
as mine.
Then all that tempest her shall be seen as
outsiders with intent to crumble our trust.,
or distort our togetherness.
The formal promise.
----------------------------------------------------
Staccato
Hera (goddess of marriage)
, Hymenaios (god of weddings)
, and Aphrodite (goddess of love)
shifting a relationship from something casual
to a long term relationship.
Five years together, side by side
through every storm and every tide
In laughter's glow , in silence deep
In walking hours , in moments sleep.
From the first hello to all we've known
Our love has in its roots been sown
through highs and lows , we've built our way.
A bond that time can't wash away
Hand in hand we face the years
turning moments into cheer's.
For five years strong and many more
I'm thankful for the love we store.
In order for humanity to grow
Plant the seeds of love in their soul
Watch them flourish like the archipelago
See someone without a smile
Give them yours
It will trigger the most excitement
One can ensure
We are all here for the moment
Make the best of it
To last through life’s enrollment
It is how we learn from each others flaws
The graduation dance is within us all
We are the past, present and future
It bounds us together like a well done suture
Our greatest gift is the pathway we each take To what we cannot foresee
How humanity is built
On kindness, loving and forgiveness
It’s our true essence that should never atilt
To always do what we are meant to be
It will put us in a better place
All for the human race
Kolkata, my first and last breath,
A love letter to you, my heart's every depth.
In your streets, I found solace and pain,
A bittersweet symphony that still remains.
Your Ganges' waters, a reflection of my tears,
The city's nostalgia, my heart holds dear.
I miss the Park Street nights, the Maidan's green,
The memories of you, Kolkata, my heart can't glean.
Your rosogolla sweetness, still lingers on my tongue,
The pangs of separation, my heart can't be wrong.
You've been my first love, my last goodbye,
In your arms, I find solace, my heart's cry.
The city's chaos, my soul's calm,
The Durga Puja nights, my spirit's balm.
You've seen me break, you've seen me mend,
Kolkata, my love for you, will never end.
You're more than just a city, you're my home,
My support system, my heart's safe zone.
I'll carry you with me, wherever I roam,
Kolkata, my love for you, forever my own.
In the game of life, there are no set
players in our team,
Sometimes someone joins, and
sometimes someone leaves,
Each player plays a part in fulfilling
our needs, wants and dreams,
To me, this is how it seems.
Through trials and fears, we continue,
in life’s run,
And in our triumphs, we forget the tears
and pain and celebrate the victory,
having fun,
Each voice singing together, each word
turns into a sweet song,
Together in unity, giving a sense that
we belong.
In the Spirit of Team, there’s togetherness.
So, raise a toast to all those who
were and are still on our side,
With Faith’s gentle hand,
In the Spirit of Team, let’s continue to
grow and explore the land,
Together like the flowers we will bloom,
Each displaying our uniqueness,
beauty and colour in the garden
of the Living.
Like in the multicoloured garden of the
blooms, there’s beauty.
In the multicoloured garden of the Living,
there’s Beauty too.
by Zyrool
CELESTIALLY GRACED LOVE
The day has its sun,
And the night, its moon;
I’m blessed to have you,
Each day and its night:-
For your love is as
The cosmic beauty,
Reflecting the shiny glow
Of God’s divine light:-
As you are the ever glowing
Sun and moon of my heart,
May I likewise be of your heart:-
And may God forever grace us
In this onederful onement of
The oneness of our love:-
the rich aroma of chai
enjoying a quiet rainy sunday autumn morning
~ serenity captured in a mug
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
Cherished moments spent
With your bestest friend a sharing,
Quietly sitting side-by-side,
Thoughtfully, at simply nothing, staring,
Just shooting-the-breeze together
And for each other caring.
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