Toy Story: Baby Boss
I am the baby boss. I like my dad’s shoulder to sleep on. Because it always keeps moving and I feel like I am having a ride. (Dad was walking carrying the baby in hand while doing work or in the market) I was sleeping and a bubble came and popped on my nose.
Worried
Worried me in some minutes
As clock’s hands move
Rotation after rotation
Hence, overthinking was proved.
Loneliness
With the cracks
of your earnestness
I can see the locked doors;
all around you
barren but crucial walls;
Baby Boss: Ghost Buster
I am the baby boss.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
I see ghosts everyday …You can call me a Ghostbuster.
I was sleeping 😴…
Acid Splash: – Penetration of Slow Poison
Page flipped…
In a Crematorium crowded by people in white. Grief and sorrow were ruling over that funeral rite. Near the burning dead body of her father, she was standing deadly in front of my sight. Her head was covered with a white wrinkled dupatta.
Understand This Being a Man
Understand this…
Need of the hour is just your expression,
Not of the ego but of loneliness and depression;
I wish I could
I wish I could see you
And could say forgive me
I wish I could make you smile
I wish I’ll be new not actually I
You are a Poet
You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky
I in Crowd
What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me
Hard to Breathe
It’s hard to breathe sometimes
But I am writing to catch my breath,
In lamentable couple of minutes and hours
My eyes turn so heavy to blink,
Seeds of happy dandelion
Touched me many times,
Indifference
It’s you, It’s me
Or say we are we
You criticize
I hold it in myself
I doubt its beauty…
Anxious Silence
No freedom, no rights…
Listening to something
Something horrible
Yes, it is that only
Juggle is not
Key to success
It’s just a process
Waiting
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Curious Kiddos
‘I’ (Baby boss).
I love to listen to lullabies of my own choice. Lullaby which never ends, like twenty-four seven I just have to keep going for it. Whenever I play, crawl, peep and eat it’s just a lullaby everywhere.
No passion only hunger in kitchen
A big spoon full of batter spilled and spilt in a pan, tossed and served on a plate. It was garnished with lemon and coriander which was placed on the table. Till morning it disappeared.
Roasted Colour
Roast yourself every day, you will love its strong colour on you. Divya's Canvas To know more about this, what author wants to say in this quote, please click here.
Happy Lohri 2023
This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…
Life
Life seems short when we plan but it’s long when we act. Divya's Canvas
Ugly
Her ugliness made her fall in love with herself.
Friendship
And Friends,
Turns it towards the next tune,
Addiction
Lights off, spilled pills and a blur vision took a soul away.
Paused She
She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.
Broken Heart
Before he could do anything, she broke her heart herself.
He
In an ocean of memories, he submerged all alone.
Me
What I see in myself is what I never see in me.
Mirror
Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.
Decades
It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.
When She Swapped Her Poshak!
Embroidered with,
Slight attitude and sturdiness;
She broke the heel of aitraaz,
Experienced a barefoot walk…
Smallest Coffins Are the Heaviest
Mr. Moneybags
In the crematorium…
Disturbance in social accord
Immortally;
Where Am I?
It’s only you…
everywhere,
on calls, on texts;
you only talk…