Any picture I look at
a message I see,
engraved just for me
different paths leading to the same destination,
the choice to admire,
the choice to move forward,
Messages are plenty
My favorite among all
is a chance to reflect
when I look for these notes
from the Universe.
Do you see a message looking for your glance?
raindrops trickling leaves swaying the road ahead glistening with rays of hope this too, a slice of life!
Life isn’t always stitched with grief and sorrows. There are these beautiful moments that grace our solemn days making them a tad enticing. And often these little moments of joy appear in the midst of our journey just like that. They can be overlooked as we hurry to our destination or can be tucked in our memory reservoir for another day as a priceless moment of relish.
Is it the sun playing hide and seek
Is it the sky jealous of sharing her friend
Is it the cloud goofing around just because
Black clouds towering
like a mountain
Blocking my way ahead
Another rainy day
marking its territory
in my memory
In my courtyard,
Lurks those ghosts of memories
Waiting to come alive.
Hibiscus was a part of our childhood. I don’t remember a single house in Kerala without this plant in their courtyard.
Hibiscus leaves were used as a shampoo and conditioner in Indian households. My sister and I loved this homemade shampoo. Those times we never used store-bought shampoos and conditioners on our hair.
Though we were supposed to use the grindstone to make the leaves into a pulp, my sister and I preferred the electric blender for its ease of use. Of course, our mom was not so thrilled when we used her beloved blender to make shampoo which wasn’t food and we were subjected to scoldings as an aftermath.
But it was worth it. Our shiny hair made it all worth it. 🙂
I clicked the above picture inside our apartment complex some days ago. The memories a simple plant triggers…
Days once familiar, no longer here
ridden with caution.
Faces not many appear, neither are welcomed,
shaded with woes,
hidden behind masks.
A new world, bugs roam freely,
squashed like bugs, meet your fate,
if wander in the streets, mankind afraid.
This new world, an ailing one
bearing many angsts,
to leave behind.
A new world, a healing one,
sharing the hope
of, returning to the days once familiar.
Days once familiar, remembered dearly.
Days once familiar, a longing in million hearts.
Written for Yeah Write Fiction/Poetry Challenge.
Finding a spot
Claiming a lot
Masquerading as a power
Aren’t we all?
In this Universe
Not knowing what’s in store
Pretending to have a voice
In this Universe
Aren’t we all?
The truth is we have no control over our lives. It’s fleeting, it’s transient, it’s disappearing with every moment that passes by. But we immerse ourselves in such fruitless debates pointing fingers at each other claiming that “I am right”. And if “I am right” “you must definitely be wrong”. We are humans. Tiny humans. Life is a happy meeting of fellow humans until death claims it permanently. If only we learned to live together harmoniously… If only we learned to live with agreeing to disagree and still be friends…
Joining Esha and Natasha for #WordlessWednesday.