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It's way back before I reached
Age of double-digits
But very clear in my memories
Is a book-store boy
Little taller than us
Forever referred "little devil" by the owner
But for us,my brother, sister and me
He was our sweet big brother
For he gave us most attention
Among all the older girls and boys
We shared with him
Stories of classes and friends
On our way back home
In his astonishment and laughters
Sometimes he shed a tear or two
Quenching our innocent curiosity
Said it's because of dust from busy roads
But now we three perceive
It was his grief to be left out from education
One day after our final exams
Rain came down in torrents
In the dim gleam of cloudy noon
He accompanied us to home soaking through rains
And then Dad's transfer
Made us go places on the next terms
But that boy has left his imprints
In childhood chapters of our life
We couldn't manage to know about his whereabouts
Or even his name returning to our old town
So we three gave him a name "Kind Angel"
After all what's in a name
14/03/2019
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Through the dewy panes
As my eyes scan through my garden
Everytime I am spellbound
My childhood's hideout
My favourite room beneath blue skies
Sound of splashing water
Coming from the bird bath
Clapping of leaves when spring breeze blows
Each plant wearing distinct shades of green
Music of bumble bees
And games of squirrels
Frivolous flights of butterflies
Soaring in and out of rims
Sights of stones and rocks
And velvety moss on the walls
With spring in the corners
Buds unfurl meek petals
Tiny wildflowers smile amid rose bushes
Ladybirds and caterpillars
Make their presence feel
Saying a silent hello
Cuckoo and robins perch on mango tree
Just where my garden ends
Filling music with perfect notes
In the air no one can ever sing
My little garden invites me
Every day for a walk
To enjoy the riches no castle can ever render
Beauty and music mingled to soothe my chaotic mind
You can find me
Lazing on the caned bench every evening
23/02/2019
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Magic Box
Now opening forever
A box full of surprises
So,ladies and gentlemen presenting
A repository of amusement
A casket of kindness and excitement
A chest of serenity
Case of asthetic pleasure
A trunk of ray of hopes and thankfulness
Who deserves it is a simple question
A heart bankrupt in cruelty and greed
A mind lacking malice thoughts
A tongue without aggression
Two eyes free of fear,ears bare of gossips
Speech never loaded with allegations
Hands without languor,conscience of disgust
Each can demand them,who has
Heart of mercy,content mind
Tongue piled with true feelings of gratitude
Eyes loaded with praise,ears heaped with calmness
Speech filled with patience, creative two hands
Conscience clogged with affection
Everlasting magic box
27/09/2018
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King size bull -crap -collaboration
You may be living in a king size house
Sleeping in a king size bed
Laying on a king size mattress
With a king size pillow for your head
You may have a king size wallet
And a king size car
But if you don't have a king size heart
It won't take you very far
Rather dump you in middle of nowhere
You may use a king size mirror
For your morning face
Or you may dress up as a Barbie doll
With your king size make-up case
You may have a king size suit
And wear a king size tie
Or you may be living in a plastic bubble
Telling a king size lie
You may ride a king size Harley
Or with a truck of king size tires
You may even be a fireman
Who puts out king size fires
You may lose a king size Nation
Like a tree with king size rings
You may even be a salesmen
To invest in king size bling
Don't walk around like you're all that
From the bull-crap you have been fed
Just be yourself and just stay cool
Don't wear a king size head
15/8/2018
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queue for gratitude
ends with handful of nice hearts..
counter lies empty
Date written-19/03/2019
Contest-Writing Challenge 3-March 2019 ,Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Dear Heart
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Facing the monument of eternal love
Let all soupers meet at Taj Mahal lawn
Situated in city Agra of beautiful country India
On the eve of world poetry day
Open mic competitions shall be the show stopper
Each one reciting their favourite piece of creation
From ten in the morning shall kick start
Faces thriving in anonymity
Shall finally come out of masked front
Mocktails of limericks,tanka,sonnets to name a few
Interesting interactions might churn out
New forms of poetry
As spring in India is in full bloom in march
Fragrance of poems shall mingle with floral scents
Spilling of emotions in most unique way
Pair of perfect days to refresh and rejuvenate poetry soup souls
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PAINT MOVERS
As dawn lifts the darker veil of night
On spectrum of colours' soft wings fresh day arrives
Holding palette to paint emotions of delight
Bursting from land of prism rainbow skies
Light of sparkling mid-day
Wide dreamy yonder devoid of shadows
Painting shades of mauve keeping sadness at bay
In mind myriad tinged moments glow
With the approaching, early evening
Memories fill rooms of heart and mind
With soft breeze, ocean of feelings oscillating
Afterthoughts soaked in tints unfeigned
Sundown light dull fading to twilight's black
Looking beyond has cool tinctures of moonscapes' gleam
Calm, shady boughs on night's canvas dark
Night's silhouette crossing through soul's realms
Falling curtains of a day less special
Reels of kaleidoscope kept intact for following day
Paint mover,nature effortless burble of time with perfection
Turning twisting sparkled by memories ray
17/10/2018
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When I was young
I always filled my palms
With wafting moments
Borrowed from river of quotidian
I coloured pages of drawing sheets
With sketches of all
I dearly loved
Chicks, puppies and rose blossoms
Singing songs on my own
Was my most special hobby
After completing my school tasks
Knitting and sewing were the hobbies
Painting my winter sunny afternoons
As hours forwarded steps
To end the day's chapter
My most favourite hobby, reading
Brought story books on my lap
But where have they all vanished
As now I run against time
My cell claims my maximum free moments
But yes , my hobby that has always been closest to my heart
Is still on the roll
When I started writing poems I don't remember
That is and will be continued forever
25/02/2019
Sponsor-Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Hobbies Poetry Contest
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Three pancakes mom gave
One I save ... your lunch box fell
Two fills my stomach
01/03/2019
A childhood incident ,when my friend was hungry in the lunch break.
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Dog days endure
The happy summers beneath the turquoise skies
Unclouded sun as blazing chandelier comes to go glorify
Showering rays plentiful than august rains
Blooming bluebells roses in this season beautify
Stretching out for lounging in the pools
As earth's proximity to dog star sirius sucks away the cool
Childhood returns again as ice creams drip down the hand
Long lovely crimson hangouts exciting summer flaunts
Life seems an unending dream lasting forever
Fashionable tans and tank tops fill hearts and eyes with pleasure
Each moment a memory painted in pale canvas of passing life
Enchanting crepuscular rays of warm twilights keep extolling these days enclosure
17/10/2018
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