Memories of my Beloved

Memories are companion of life, without its life is an empty box.

Today the sky is also changing colours to help me in recalling those old and beautiful memories. Blue hues in the sky remind me of the memories I spent with my beloved when we were together in the mornings. Morning filled with freshness, the view of her – open hair dampened in water.

Toy Story: Baby Boss

Babies are boss and they show their form when the matter is of their toys.

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.

From Nights to Mornings

From nights to mornings our emotions and energy travels in whole journey.

I remember when I slept everything was so silent and dead. I was so stressed and sad. I had a bad day and a bad evening completely messed up. All alone I was in bed with tears, my tissues and some anxious breaths. I was breathing but choking too.

Energetic Baby Boss

Babies become boss when they are energetic.

Then as I sat in between them, I started my energetic dance.
Hop…hop…wiggle wiggle…hop hop…wiggle-wiggle…
A tap on mom’s cheek and a kick on dad’s hand. Grabbed mom’s hair in my crab like hands and pulled them.

Baby Boss: Ghost Buster

Babies know how to attack on ghosts named humans with their toys.

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

Self-confidence is very important what if it gets lost because of harassment.

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.

You are a Poet

So, what if one is a poet. Just be confident.

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

Crowd cannot always help to get rid from loneliness.

What matters is disgust
Grinding two beans
I have unknown voices
roaming around me

Hard to Breathe

Sometimes it's hard to breathe even when we are alive.

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

Indifference is a state of doubt for one's character.

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

Waiting for someone is very difficult.

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

Curiosity is in blood of kids.

‘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

Hunger brings all in kitchen in anyway.

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.

Happy Lohri 2023

Lohri is an exciting festival which makes everyone happy.

This Lohri
Let’s give us
Contrasting colours of fire
With every new breath…

Ugly

Being ugly is not a curse so it should not bother anyone.

Her ugliness made her fall in love with herself.

Addiction

Addiction can be the unpleasant edge of a person's life.

Lights off, spilled pills and a blur vision took a soul away.

Paused She

Emotional pause results in a new identity.

She smiled, laughed, wept and then paused. For the last time she saw towards the past.

Broken Heart

Broken hearts remain stagnant.

Before he could do anything, she broke her heart herself.

He

One can lose self-existence but can't lose memories even in the afterlife.

In an ocean of memories, he submerged all alone.

Me

Self-expectations all remain high and leave some traces

What I see in myself is what I never see in me.

Mirror

Mirror also speaks.

Mirror was evidence of his tears, screaming and death.

Decades

Every individual's personality is like a deep well which takes a really long time to be explored.

It’s been decades since I lived with her but I only know her spelling.

Journey Of an Angella

She is Angella so what? Her journey is not less than her enemy.

In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;

Era of Misunderstanding

Misunderstandings ruins relationships.

“Never take your close one’s for-granted …do respect their feelings…Do pamper them…Also make sure your presence makes them feel secure.”

That one Satisfying Bite

Don't let Obesity to be the cause of your destruction.

That first byte for her was the satisfactory ultimate pleasure as she missed her mother’s love, care and motivational moves.