A humming word

I have done this before  Stood at the airport  Or the bus stand or the cab stand  And watched you go  It always meant more to me  I assumed that you’ll never know  How much you mean and always have meant  And i act like it is all okay  Because you are not ready  Or you want only to see me as a friend And despite the mourning lover in me I nod and smile  And await for your flight  Or your bus or your taxi to leave  So that i let myself be hurt  And let the tears flow  Knowing that you’ll never know  But i know you have to go  For a new job or to find a purpose  But if there is a signpost in your road ahead  I yearn that it will bring you back here  And you can watch me  And maybe a change of heart will alter your thought But till then Adieu For i know you must go  And these smoldering emotions  you mustn’t know

Even when she suffers a headache, she puts a balm and smiles though the vapory balm leaves a burning sensation in her eyes She gets up a glass of water for the elderly, tying a bandana on her forehead. The rest are around but appear dead   Posting pictures or writing about a misfortune in another part of the world but close their eyes to the apathy that unfurls.   [Note: She is the "only pronoun" I could think of in such a scenario.  Sometimes, we forget about the silent abuse around.  As Mother Teresa said, If each of us would only sweep our own doorstep,  the whole World would be clean] Pic: vignesh

If: There's room in your heart Some space in your day Let them in   If: There's a chance to forgive And a blessing to forego spend it on him, excessively If: There's a chore that can slip And task that isn't worth it Let it go   If: There's a choice between your heart and your mind Cross your fingers and choose to be wise and kind Make space for them, him who annoy you or catch your whim

Born to an enthusiastic mother and a somber father, I grew up in a large family but few years when I was away, writing letters to my grandmother, and sending them pictures of my various fancy dress contests, words engulfed me. Growing up, cousins and friends surrounded me. Their extraordinary presence and lives nudged me to write a diary. Diaries capture moments in your mind and I did the same. Year after year, photographing laughter with friends, fights with cousins, single theater experiences and sleeping on the terrace with my words. S lowly, as our family disintegrated to various cities and countries and education took prominence, the pen was rested in a holder. But during graduation, a nudge to write for a college newsletter, made me pick the pen again. I wrote things that hurt me and the people around who suffered due to various social justice. People whose laughter filled my day had seen terrible personal lives or social injustice was served to the kindest people who could never...

The mundane fascinates me; there is a certain dervish like quality  in those who sit still and  let life take them over!  Meditative As the sun sprinkles every day   And there are a few surges  that you make you feel alive Like you were taken by surprise  and all the moments in the day  were awaiting for this wave!