Random 16: Optional

Childhood game.

Agree and disagree.

Disagree and agree

was simple and fun.

Being in adulthood

for a long period.

Things are twisted.

Minds get rigid.

Ideas are fixed.

Windows are

tightly shut.

Agree – disagree

is not fun any more.

Friends mock others.

For being liberal.

For being kind to others.

Being rationale.

And most of all

for opposing

the fake image

of nationalism.

Staying and suffering

was optional.

The weight of

fake friendships was

heavy.

She chose freedom.

Now question is

Will she be happy?

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Be kind

Sunday Trees

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“Perfection”

Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation’s whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn’s faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.

Poet – R.H. Peat

Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees

Macro Monday: Party time

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“Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.
When I’m dead and gone,
That’s what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
But I’ll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

Floral Friday

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She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”

A.A. Milne [from When We Were Very Young]

क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ?

क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ?

क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ,

आपसे, या उनसे या फिर उनसे,

तो फिर क्यों उठती है ये दीवार बार बार,

कभी इधर से कभी उधर से।

क्यों नहीं मैं  हटा पाती,

इन उलझनों को,

इस कोहरे को,

जो मेरे और आपके, या फिर मेरे और उनके दरम्यान है।

ऐसा क्या है “जो”

हमारी नजरों पर,

हमारे ख्यालों पर,

और हमारे दिमाग पर बार बार,

हावी रहता है।

चलिए मिल कर सोचते हैं।

– रुपाली

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