My Pleasantly disturbed Thursday

Indeed,

I hardly slept during night

Due to a troublesome flu

Set alarm to wake up so early

To call my friend

Whenever I felt like sleeping

Some thoughts keep coming into mind

I kept scribbling down

Into pieces of poems

After travelling through the highways

Of my memories

I saw my ever-pleasant village

Innocence prevails in its atmosphere

I saw the people I left behind

The ones who cared me so much

My lonely childhood

The places where I used to play

With my imaginary friends

I wonder how I started hating it

Though the warmth of their love

Still touches my heart

I saw how my life took shape

From my lonely childhood

As I scrambled through my options

Seeked suggestions from others

I found my mind in a state of stagnation

I searched whole day for an inspiration

Until I saw pleasantly disturbed Thursday

I realized, I have to get back to the past

To dig the treasure of memories

To churn out the missing pieces in my collection

My words

I wonder, the more I try to put lid on

Those dark days of my life

It seems to flash inspiring visuals

For me to cultivate my art

Now, curiosity has taken over my heart

To find out the meaning of forgotten relations

Those priceless moments  

The wish to go out and find those

To see, how they are

But , I don’t want to walk back to those corridors

As I have to move on to new pastures

 This poem is written for participating in Duane-Scott's Blog Carnival. Please visit. 

 

Another Mom

As a kid, I was lucky

Being loved by people around

In my neighborhood

There was an aunty,

Younger than my mom was then

She and her husband was fond of me

As they didn’t had kids, then

She showered love on me

That could envy any mom

She looked after me like her own kid

Took me to her home, when she had time

Or I visited her when I missed her

Everyday, she used to feed me the lunch

With my favorite fried eggs of fish

I liked being with her

Since she cared me a lot

One day I called her “mom”

As I couldn’t differentiate her love

From my own mom

She was happy at that moment

Months later, she moved on afar

When she finally had her own child

She named him after me

May be in my memory

When I visited her once, years later

She was so happy

And I felt the same warmth in her eyes

Despite we didn’t meet for long

I haven’t seen her, ever since

But I feel, I have another mom in her

Some relations are unique

Rising from the bottom of hearth

With more depth than bloodily relations

This is about a lady who loved me like her own son.

A bridge

A bridge is all they need

As an year ago

They saw young lives drowning

To depths of that river bed

On a fierce rainy day

As their boat capsized

As it carried more people than

It could afford to

This path is the shortest one

To get to the school

So students take risk

Crossing the river on boats

Than travelling long distances

Even as parents fear about another tragedy

With the monsoon raising water level

As usual in this river

A bridge remains a dream

As politicians have time only to talk

They can’t see the plight of people

Even after numerous lives were lost

I couldn't resist writing on this,when i saw students crossing a furious chaliar river on country boats.Only an year ago some students lose their lives in that river. Hope that someday they will get a bridge for safer journey.

Love to friendship

Hardest thing in this world is

 To be the friend of your love

When you know he is

 Someone else's life

It’s hard to control emotions

As Old Memories and dreams

Flocks the heart, giving

A sense of great loss

Every time when you see him

Heart craves for getting closer

Like the olden days

With nostalgic eyes

He conquered your untamed heart

Made you his beautiful princess

Filled dreams in you

About life together

Still you are there in his heart

 He wanna care you like before

 But from a distance

As a loving friend

This poem is written for a friend,some what in tandem with her tune.

Slaughtered Hand

A mistake

Intentional or unintentional

Brought the wrath from all directions

Mobs burned his effigies

Mobs demanded his blood

Some waited for law to take its course

But a few couldn’t wait

They executed their own law

By slaughtering a hand

That wrote things they didn’t like

Though everyone has right to express

Their thoughts and opinions

From nowhere he became famous

His words made him the enemy

Of chauvinists who talks about god

But god never assigned anyone

To execute anyone

For talking against the will of god

The palm less hand strikes the eye

As the symbol of hatred

Spread by heartless

Religiously blinded chauvinists

The enemy of humanity

This is about a person whose hand was butchered by some anti-social miscreants for expressing radical opinions.

Strength Within

Strength isn’t the ability of someone to thrash things

It isn’t the trait of a man who can slam down opponents

It isn’t the cavalry of an arrogant dictator with weapons

It isn’t a toy that can be bought in a mall with a credit card

Strength is the cloud of emotions that can keep one alive

When all the tough situations drag one towards a trench

When the whole world is against you and you are cornered

You never look for a weapon or hideout

You look for strength within the soul at that time

I saw the strength through the words of a girl

Who laughed and fought with me, during her last days

After knowing that she won’t survive after four months

When she came to say goodbye to all the friends

I saw the strength within her to face the worst

Just two days before she died

I saw strength within in the eyes of my dad before he died

As he strived to catch one more breathe to survive

I saw the strength within myself when I signed the document

That proclaimed his death, without shedding any tears

I found strength within when I tried to console my Mum

As she eagerly asked about his survival

I had to reveal the truth cold-hearted

I felt the strength within in the trembling voice of a girl

Who was within moments away from leaving this world

To get back to the life and win over the tough battle

There is no need for riches or advice if one can discover

The strength within the heart, to fight back in life

From any adversities that pop up from time to time

This post is written for Bridget Chumbley's blog carnival, on the topic of strength. 

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Isla Amor

Isla Amor

A small island of curse

In the Brazilian seaway

Surrounded by white beach

Lush green with bushes and coconut trees

Bought for romantic honeymoon

Turned out to be the last straw

In a relation

Now one of the cheapest islands

Something painful for owner

Trying to forget at the best

About a lost wedding diamond ring

A ruined honeymoon

Mysterious downfall of a doggie

A failed attempt to cheer

The Heartbroken wife

Horrible hours of dehydrations

A long wait for help from mainland

Bed ridden days in clinic

And a tragic divorce aftermath

May be it’s a lucky land

That measured the depth of love

 That didn’t existed as he expected

He showered his wealth to make her happy

But she couldn’t bear a tough day

Neither his riches was able stop her from leaving

Nor his painful tears of love

Isla Amor, teaches the lesson

True love stands by at all tough times

Glittering feelings vanishes in moments forever

He may call it as Isla Cadella

Instead of Isla Amor 

But it’s his lucky charm that freed him

Towards a world of true love,

That he will discover one day

 This poem is totally inspired by an ad of an island for sale. For more details check out Isla Amor.