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From the Poet in Me: Poetry, My Verses

Today, I will introduce you to my poetic side - well, yes, I do like to scribble a few verses here and there. Of course, I am not a big name in the poetic world, but it's one genre I love to spend some time - 10-15 minutes and I am done with writing my own verses on just about any subject.
I have been doing this since 12th standard, and my very first poem was on my favorite Sachin Tendulkar. Gradually, I opened up and ventured into writing verses on each member of my family. The story just continues even to this day.

Your relationships live,
As long as you breathe!
The moment you die,
For a day or two, they will cry.
Gradually you will move down the lane of memory,
All your life would then be viewed only in summary.
Shortly you will go down into history,
With nobody having time to talk about your "chemistry".
Who has time enough to talk about somebody who's gone,
Live your life to the fullest as long as you live on.
The mantra of life is still very simple,
Let every single breath be counted to earn goodwill.

Life & Death 2: What is Life

When we are alive,
We make merry and thrive.
We toil hard and persevere,
To scale heights and success stairs!
Relationships are made,
And the next moment they break.
How many of us live our lives to the fullest,
How many earn goodwill in the truest sense?
Is life just limited to earning laurels and pride?
Are we present here to brag about and fight?
None of us ever question, nor ponder to ask,
What have we come on earth for?

Life will never be the same.
Yes, the life that's gone will never ever return.

Sitting before my lappy  and observing nature outside,
A reminder from the sulky weather how life turns like a tide.

It's human evolution and transformation on my mind.
How I wish to have never grown up from being a child, 

Some days are too somber that take me back in time.
Weather plays a part, 
And memories flash my mind.

Reminding me of the childhood that won't ever return,
Life was so simple, with an outpouring of love from sis, bro, pop, and mom.

It's a flashback - a peep into the unforgettable past.
Oh yes, life has sped up so so very fast!

How I wish to travel back in time,
How I wish to be the same sweet little shine.

Ah! Life will never be the same,
It's a fact, and nobody is to blame.

As a daughter, sending warm wishes across our parental home is a norm,
To make up for the distances that divide us from those golden shores.

Respect, love, and warmth,
For the years gone by!

Life will never be the same.
No matter how high I may fly!

She is simple, she is suave,
Oh she is so full of love!

She is traditional,
But hey she is rational,
She is orthodox to the core!

She is sweet,
She is humble, 
She will never ever fumble!

She gets up in the dim of dark,
This is the time her every day gets a start.

This regimen has been her life for a very long time,
She has always remained charming even with very "tough" MIL,
She is a typical obedient Odiya bahu,
The other name of tradition to the core.

Cleanliness, hygiene, and purity define my mother in law,
Simple is her lifestyle; but she is not careful about her very own health.

She may look dominating at the very first sight,
Come closer to her, and she will open her BIG heart out!

She is emotional, she is sensitive,
She is in love with her Odiya origin,

She is my mother-like mother-in-law,
But she loves to communicate in Odiya!!

Yes, I call this place home,
But have never fallen in love with this throne.

The high rise buildings, the concrete skyscrapers,
the ever-busy roads, the pomp & show,
the ever-speeding traffic, the maddening crowd, or the multilingual horde.
have never interested, nor made me feel close!

Yes, I call this place home,
But have never fallen in love with this throne.

The nature's bounty, the mesmerizing green cover,
the fresh breath of air, the affinity to nature, 
all seem to have lost
in this maddening rush of "growth" !

How much do I miss the chirping of birds, the beautifully decked flower beds,
The giggling neighborhoods, the close circle of friends,
The untiring agility, the playful acts, 
all seem to have lost in this maddening "career" rush.

Perhaps this is life is all I can tell,
Talk to myself to convince my inner self,
For we all seem to be treading this forgotten path,
Which is taking us far far-off from Mother Earth.

Yes, I miss the pristine cover of greenery,
Yes, I hate the concrete skyscraper scenery,
But yes, this is life and we have got to move on,
Is this the beauty of life, I often ponder and ask.
The next moment I remind myself to finish off my to-do tasks!!

Yes, I call this place home.
But have never fallen in love with this "throne."
I am sure I am not alone,
The maddening "rush" has given us "so much" to "own."

I know I am speaking a million hearts,
But somewhere we all are belying our acts.
Perhaps this is life,
And we must live it despite strife.
Yes, I call this place home.
But have never fallen in love with this "throne."

Then ‘n Now

When we were kids,
We remained childish.

We all were like an innocent child,
Playing with "every thing" with a smile,

Yes, we called them toys,
That we all played with and enjoyed.

From a rubber tire to a cloth washing stick,
From pebbles on the road to floating paper boats,
From those badminton sessions to the fruit plucking fun,
Our playful sessions were full of re-juvenation.

We loved the fragrance of flowers of multiple kinds,
And interacted with them a number of times.
Our garden sessions built our bonds with nature,
Never did we realize this would be lost in the future.

The evenings were well spent and guarded over by parents,
That was our play time - hiding all those magical moments,
Every day was the same, but it was never ever boring.
For that was the time well spent in glory!
We all had a wonderful time with nursery rhymes,
The songs sung by moms and then recited by us hundreds of times.

Our toys were numbered and yet outnumbered,
Luckily, we all grew up with an amazing “wonder”!
Those kiddish traits, those childish pranks,
Perhaps are nowhere seen in the generation "next."
The digital age is stealing that golden charm,
Digitalization is doing all the more harm,

Yes, Gen Z isn’t as lucky as Generation Y & X,
With those charming toys of ours, weren't we blessed?

Toy, well, is an expensive "digital" word of today,
The funny toys of today are no match to that day.

We all will become history one day,
With us will be gone the "toys" of that day,
Leaving Gen Y with nothing but the digital "clone",
Life will never be the same for these tiny tots.
You were lucky enough to have witnessed those golden years,
The huge transformation from the rustic charm to the digital brand!

Yes, life will never be like us for your little muffins,

Blessed with all the luxuries, but not the real twinkling fun.

Let play time be the real playing time,
Where kids can learn to be one with nature!

Mother- Meri Ma

A friend, a guide, a God-like figure,
Can be nobody else but a mother!
“Ma” - the word itself qualifies for distinction,
Mother is one who doesn’t keep any friction.
Call her your shadow, or call her your God,
I call my mother a very humble soul.
A befitting example of selfless love,
A bond that you must always treasure as a "trove."
A few verses cannot describe the motherly love,
Yet, this is my own way to pay you respect :)


Someone is counting her days,
Someone is inching closer to end her earth stay.
How difficult it is to deal with this bitterest truth about someone's life,
She is someone's sister, a mom to someone, and someone's wife.
The very thought sends shivers down my spine,
Someone is slowly inching toward her end and she isn't very fine.
Cancer is spreading its tentacles around the state ,
So much so that a train has been dubbed "The CANCER TRAIN"
Punjab- the state that derives its name from its 5 aab (rivers),
It's the water that is turning toxic and taking lives by storm.
Is my state losing its charm,
Once known for its lush green farming land?
Innumerable lives have been lost to the deadly cancer in the state,
Numerous OTHERS are fighting for their lives without the slightest hope.
With folded hands, I pray for those fighting this deadly disease,
May Lord end their pain and bring their lives at ease!!

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