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Happy Independence Day India (poem)

India is my country
everything about it is grand…
blessed with natural resources abundant…
tallest mountains as guards at the frontier stand…
stretching forever coastlines of beautiful sand…
rich heritage
richer culture
beautiful our various forms of arts
including music and dance…

India
my country
my land…
all grand
all grand
all grand…
but one question
to you my fellow countrymen…
when will we become worthy of this glorious nation

Hindustani:
Mere desh ki dharti sona ugle…
ugle heerei moti…
par hum kab baneingei unchei
jaisei Himalay ki choti…
Mera Bharat Mahaan…
par hum kab baneingei mahaan…
hum kab baneingei is desh kei laayak?

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picture is my Abbu’s(my nine year old son) sketch edited by me using some apps

Rusting In Peace (poem)

You think the whole world
runs on your energy

you keep at it

the illusion

the sacrifice that it takes
to run the world
lest the world fall without you

you accidentally fall into a pit

the world is left abandoned

your only struggle now
is to get out of this pit
though the world is a constant
on your mind

you wonder how it must’ve stopped
without you to run
without your blood
your nights that you stay awake
just so that you can run it

but you fell
not your fault

you struggle

you come out

you’re tired
from the climbing
back out of that pit

you fall asleep

you wake up terrified
cursing yourself
for having left the world to itself

worry to death about it
almost die of anxiety

finally finally finally
you stumble towards world

you’re relieved to find
but worried to look
what chaos you might see

but but but

the world was running
just the same
just as smoothly
not a frown
not a line on it’s forehead

and you wonder
What The Heck
were you contributing to

you fall right back into the pit
only this time to ponder about
your contributions to the world
if any

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Drifting Contemplations: Definitions(poetic) 3 (micropoetry)

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Hot Mess (musings)

My emotions could put a roller coaster ride to shame,
one minute just when I feel settled,
everything changes again,everything is disheveled,
I try to keep calm but calm is my foe,
won’t come to me,
I linger,in memories,in words,in lines,
in pages,in pictures,lost in beautiful eyes,
trying to make sense of it all,
trying to derive meaning from this,
trying to decipher codes,
without even knowing if they were codes,
clues or nothings,
I feel a pull and a detachment from it all,
detachment because I know it is less painful,
but this place where I am today only reminds me of bygones,
there is something so sincere about those eyes,
I feel torn between all these things,
a constant battle with myself I am in,
I think if I have to go crazy ever it is now,
if I get out of this phase sane then sane I will remain,
but sane is not something I desire to be,
I just want to let go,flow,get carried away,
get thrown,get bruised,anything but confused,
yes,that is one thing I don’t want to be,
but that confusion is what will take me to insanity…..
so basically I’m on a roller coaster ride with everything,
every aspect of my life,
I’m in a daze,haze,every unfamiliar place,
lost,that is one word,that I’m sure I am…lost….
lost in smiles,eyes,words,lines,phrases,
poems,yesterdays,memories,this place,
from Fridays to Saturdays to Sundays…..
forever is how it feels…
from to….forever without a clue…
lost and bedazzled…and emotionally disheveled….
bedazzled? hmmm…..
fences everywhere,limits,
though my name means limitless,I am limited….
does it even make sense…
to me nothing does…
I feel like a junkie,
addicted to feeling this way
because I’m not doing anything to get out of this mess,
maybe I like being here in this nonsensical moment…
maybe I do and maybe
that’s why I write…
maybe I do like being
in this hot mess…
I am hot mess….
if it makes sense….

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Drifting Contemplations: Rain (micropoetry)

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