In the hospital, love blooms,
Forgetting ego and remembering love,
That might have been undercover for long,
But outbursts as a beautiful beginning.
Those beautiful moments when both,
As a couple care for the teeny tiny one,
Open their hearts and pour out good moments,
Love in eyes that prove they still are in love.
Without ego both are lifeless,
As it defines their real personality;
It’s better to be true but not fake,
As relationships are made out of trust.
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Silence is the powerful weapon,
To keep your tongue in control,
Let others shut their mouth,
Thus, maintaining peace.
Sick people wait in queue,
To break your silence,
Bring out the nasty side of you,
And win over your peace.
Work on your daily goals,
Giving no time for any bullshit,
Ignoring the manipulators.
Being quiet is a secret to success,
But when someone dictates you,
It is time to let them know,
That you are not a puppet.
Face the wicked and slimy people,
But don’t be scared of them,
And don’t shy away from them,
As you can’t run away.
You may be targeted by a bunch,
But stand strong against all odds,
For if you don’t help yourself,
Do your duty and wait for the fruit,
You will get rewarded at the right time,
Grab that moment to enhance yourself,
And succeed swimming against the tide.
It’s hell to deal with people,
With masks that are fake,
Lips, programmed to smile,
Chat with whom they hate.
I can nominate them for Oscars,
But they will miserably fail,
As they are the worst actors,
Locked inside the mask.
It’s funny to know the black sheep,
Yet, act friendly knowing,
He is behind all drama,
Playing hero, wearing a mask.
Nothing is sexier than success,
Once tasted, it will conquer you,
Instigate you to go for it again and again,
The temptation is too strong to control.
The mind fixes the next target,
And the heart syncs with the former,
To tirelessly work for it,
Till the set goal is accomplished.
Life goal is similar to the professional one,
As both are equally important,
That define your existence in this world,
That’s full of competent and wicked humans.
The little girl’s hero is her father,
And she is his darling child,
Never did he let her out of sight,
His loving daughter is his world!
When he was tired, she took his role,
Happily, helped him in tough times,
Shouldering his responsibilities,
And joyful of keeping her father happy.
Never did her shoulder felt heavy,
As she hated to see him suffer,
Ensured he was peaceful and stress free,
Her hero, the best father!
Years passed as her father grew old,
She tightened the hold and kept him close,
To keep him with her forever,
Her father, the best man on the Earth.
A decade back, on my scooter,
With my mother, on a single lane,
Increased the accelerator high,
As I could very well see a bus in distance.
But I didn’t budge, tried to overtake another bus,
As my brain paralysed, hand glued to the handle bar,
Made a narrow escape through the gap,
That was just enough for my scooter to shoot through.
That fraction of seconds haunted me,
For days and nights, of the consequences;
Still sometimes I recollect the blunder,
A lesson learnt that can never be erased from my mind.
My brain froze seeing him,
“Do I know him?”, questioned myself,
Looked familiar but unrecognizable,
Damn! the moment passed.
My nosy brain was restless,
As I tried to recollect the image,
Then his image flashed in my mind,
Sweet Jesus! he was bald then.
Questions ran in circles in my mind,
For the new look with the artificial hair,
But the warning bell rang in my head,
To shut up and mind my own business.
She tried not to like him,
In fact, she liked him for his ability,
And cool attitude to people;
A rare combination of brain and heart.
It bothered her while he talked,
An uneasiness that made her sad,
Sad for nothing, may be for the lost friendship,
Or the friendship that was just a delusion.
She always excused from meeting him,
But at times had to face him,
That turned out to be the most vulnerable moment,
With no words to speak.
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A teeny tiny sparrow on a twig,
Chirping and singing aloud,
Of its strength and joy,
Was music to my ears.
Subconsciously, I slowed down,
On the bridge, tilting my head,
To get a clear glimpse of it,
As my inner mind may cherish it anytime.
Is it calling somebody, a lost one,
Or singing for attention?
But I got amazed at the freedom,
To sing aloud as no one stops.