Winter says,

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My fingers feel flowers;

Rusted swing chains;

Standard, pale, blue poles;

The touch of people who stay,

But they return to emptiness.

I walk along city streets

And broken pavements which

Water conversations for two

But the darkness is haunting.

The moon asks me for you.

I remember those rough hands;

Lines that gave you the freedom to fly.

I remember travelling over them,

Seeing my world within their grasp-

With dreams to hold and a future

Too beautiful to be mundane at all.

“Where are you, darling?” again,

The winds whistle to me.

I look at the stars, the deep blue sky

Ceilings seem too far-I don’t know why

My hands are clueless, catching misery.
Lines blurry, confused, craving, today.

“But wait for the interval!” I fervently say.

The lens will show me scaling, anon!

Threads will hold each other tight and

Rush to make rough, familial vines,

You watch! I’ll sail over winds and oceans.

I’ll chase the sun! I’ll befriend the trees.

The moment winter enters my skin,

Telling me, “Open your eyes and

Just see yourself awake, for once.”

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Inspired by the movie La La Land! 🙂

The day in the life of a fish

“Jumping into the unknown”


I see a blue sea of hope
A clear sea, it is.
The weather seems fine
“Although nature could never be trusted
And neither could these humans”
Just like any other day
We are feeding the babies
Taking care of the old
Grabbing another day to live
Unpredictable yet planned.
Mundane yet exciting, goes our life.

Soon there are thunderclouds of anxiety.
“What if the cyclone-monster venges out on me
For the unforgivable sins of another century?
It would be devastating
Like it had been, a few years ago.
I can’t live that torture again;
Killing another few years,
It would destroy me!”
Cry my fear-stricken tears.

But then nature proves me wrong
“Nature is miraculous” I say,
When I see my family restored
One beam of sunlight at a time.
Our world is illuminated
And I have a moment of gratitude.
“I know this is a big, bad world kiddos,
But if you don’t face challenges,
You’ll never learn”, I hand them their tiffins.
My little round fish look at me
Trying to fit my riddle into their lives.
I round them up and leave for work,
The trick of survival was learnt that day.

Another sea of hope,
Another thundercloud of anxiety,
Another sun of positivity.

“That’s how we fish do it”, she winked at me.

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