One More Line…

I like my poems short and sweet
reading or writing, I prefer to be brief.
Some go on and on without relief
words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat!
But I do not wail or suffer in grief
Read them in full and you’ll be left in disbelief.

“Just One More Line, Baby, Just One More”

“Stop, Stop, Stop!”
aren’t those words enough?
so what happened to the ‘Less is More’ preach?
That goes on forever…Alas! Not again!
But if I could write like just a little more
I’d set everything aside and
I’d fill the page with colors more bright
and stop writing everything Just Right!

“Just One More Line, Baby, Just One More”

This time, again, I’ve broken my rule,
my words kept rambling on and on.
Hope you’re awake to the end of my song
But only to sing along.
And though the haiku I will not abort,
I vow to be open to both long and short.

“Just One More Line, Baby, Just One More”

Recipe for “Home Alone, On Your Own!”

Ingredients :

Preparation Time :
From feeling hopeless to becoming resourceful

Cook Time :
From a frown till a smile

Total Time :

Servings :

Level Of Cooking :
High Priority

Author :

Course :
Spending Time – Self Quarantine

Cuisine :
Lessons Of Life

Method :

Step 1 –
Prick your heart and fill it full with hope, and deep fry till it turns golden.

Step 2 –
Drain and remove all the pessimism. Heat your emotions in a non-tear pan, add smiles, friends and family paste, dreams, plans, activities, love, and laughter. Saute till the fragrance of optimism comes fresh and strong.

Step 3 –
Add chopped games, sing and dance paste, and little art. Mix well and allow the mixture to sink in your heart. Add books, knowledge, and goals. Additionally, add a pinch of patience. Toss well add ½ cup focus and plenty of gratitude. Cook till the feeling thickens.

Step 4 –
Garnish with focus. Serve hot.


Shoot her with your hurtful words
Like a balloon, she will float up in the sky

Cut her with your sharp actions
Like a kite, she will, after a try, fly high

Burn her with your hateful eyes
Like a phoenix, she will rise and give a cry

Kill her with your deadly poison
Like an Avatar, she will wake up from where you had left her to die

You could tell she wasn’t from
The same place as the rest,

And this, for the world,
was wrong
But, in fact,
My mom was more than strong.

Her thoughts were, at times, volatile
Although he knew her for a while
To him, she appeared sublime
And thought of her thoughts as a chime

Fallen for her smile
He wished; for him, she walk down the aisle
Weird as she was,
She had her own style!

In her own heart
She was hostile
Little did he know,
She was running out of time

Ready to walk another mile
Nothing was worthwhile
She transformed into sunshine
Nobody could ever compile

Tale of Childhood

After a dark night,
There’s a surmise.
Although the moon is bright
And the stars infinite,
With the darkness I fight.

After a hug tight,
There’s a surprise.
Although the kiss is just right
And the smiles infinite,
The love gives me a fright.

After a twilight,
There’s a sunrise.
Although the glimpse is slight
And the feeling alright,
All I see is a lovely sight.

After a skylight,
There’s an advice.
Although I get an insight
And a thought I write,
The souls are here to unite.


Lush green fields
Swaying with the cool breeze
With sun shining bright
Like gold it shines

But does the sunshine spread evenly everywhere?
I doubt!
And so, rely on the technology
These robo@fields do an awesome job
Believe me or check it out for yourself –

“Spread the sunshine
Get it aligned!
All will have it soon
For it all is thine!

Come out of disguise
For, the summer is to rejoice!
Grab some solar energy
For, you don’t have a choice!

Now get back to work, you are our slaves; remember!
Before sunset this must be done,
For, after that, you be down!
And I will be helpless.”


Although living in a cage,
I am a bird; flying in my dreams.
Mine is a story untold;
I wish I was enough bold!

In the question marks I believed,
And in the doubts, I often dived.
I imagined to come out of the cage,
And in my head, I was all free and all set to fly!

Destiny gave chances manifold!
Fearing the flight,
I, still did not give it a try
And so,
Never touched the sky….

Would it have been worth while? (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock BY T. S. ELIOT)

Your words now have an insidious effect on me
Tedious arguments breaking my heart
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Coz I know you do not give a damn shit

You say
“There will be time, there will be time”
But deep down in the heart of mine,
I know,
Gone is the time
Time for you and time for me

But indeed
There will be time
To wonder,”Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Do I dare to get out of my chair?
Do I dare to declare?
Do I dare to ask if you care?

I, no more, seek answers though;
For I have known them all already, known them all;

But one last question before I leave the world,
If ever I had given one last chance to us, would it have been worth while?

A bunch full of flowers in the hands
Colorful and beautiful
Flow out to spread fragrance
In the house

A bunch full of thoughts in the mind
Wise and wonderful
Flow out to spread brilliance
In the conscience

A bunch full of virtues in the heart
Powerful and truthful
Flow out to spread oneness
In the life

Dear Brother cum Friend

I know I drive you crazy,
You too, sometimes are fussy…
To me, you still are my li’l baby

You know we both are choosy,
Cheer up and take it easy..
I am sorry, I say frankly!!
So do mummy and daddy!

No matter how much we are busy,
We’ll always make time for you silly!

It’s Your 21st, You’re lucky..
We’ll make you fell special, do not worry!
Now do not frown and don’t be angry…
Get ready and let’s party!!

You naughty boy,
We Love You,
Be Happy!

Coz You know……..