The Cage

I bend to pick up my girl.

On the bathroom floor, my messy hair twirl.

To clean it up, there seems to be no moment.

Babe playfully rubs it against her cheeks, 

causing me torment.

It's never enough and thus follow outbursts on face.

On it, the dull, dry mane make a painful trace.

It's worse on days which are silky.

Mocking the boils red and milky.

Lot of weight and enough troubles around.

I am done with this, and don't want anymore to be bound.

Off to the barber's I hurried.

Just chop it off and let these all be buried.

I need liberation and don't want to be worried.

The lady looked at the beautiful length of black.

How she longed for what was lack.

I won't do it she sighed, you will soon wish it was back.

She trimmed it up to make it neat.

Said she, there is a better way that could be a treat.

"Chop them in different styles, don't cry.

Now that it does not matter, do what you were always scared to try."

Lightened me instantly, simple though it may sound.

It was a self made trap to which a solution was just found.
Now dreams to fly and troubles to ground.

Never went back in frustration again.

When it happens then a makeover would be the gain.

Freedom I did get that day.

Attached yet detached with the strands till today.

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Poem for the last working day at office

Break to Make

Long hours away from babe, seemed like the cause of the distress.   

Believed it was need of the day, and hence, continued the press.

But present since much before were dissatisfaction,

guilt, fears, blames and regrets.

Oh! The long wait hoping for those to appreciate.

Realization! Living for and like others will only depreciate.

Tired or Enlightened!? Don't want to continue this race.

It was a beautiful journey, outward;

now is the time for the inward chase.

Or is it just that, could fit better in a different place?

Whichever is the case, it's a call for a break.

To live life slowly and for happiness sake.

Pursue interests, bask in the morning sun, bright,

Or peruse the depths of lake, in the hazy twilight.

To wing the dreams or face fears and burn.

It's for personal growth, to learn and to unlearn.

Relieved and happy, with the seeming U-turn!

Words just bring comfort; tough is going to be the try.

It has been very good here, will remember and sigh,

The best monthly sms, that never failed to give a wonderful high,

The help, the patience, the understanding,

the guidance, the learning, the company, the friendship 

and those happy laughter bringing tear in the eye.

Thank you all for each and everything.

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Good bye for now, off to search what suits best.

I may be back with a bang as a result of the quest.

Someday

I think I would write a letter to Mr. Modi
To mention how important part time job, is for a lady.
I hope there would be an impact, leading to things more steady.
To make it easier for my daughter when she is ready.

Then I resist myself, it's not the time right.
I need to learn the rules to write.
I lack the facts to power my insight.

But I hope someday people will realize that everything is equal, lacking just the synergy,
The tamed, disciplined mind and the raw, untouched energy.
Someday we will know that negative and positive were once just the same,
how they split and why the difference came.

Then there will be 'that' someday when both will suddenly merge.
Perhaps that day, the big bang theory would reverse.
Every element fusing to a point tending to inifinity.
Clearing up the mess as mentioned in the book, "God's Debris".
Tough to imagine that as the end of the journey,
When time is right, there would be the split again, creating you and me.

But someday light would combine with the dark,
and everything would be how it should be.
Someday the opposites would peacefully unite, creating a new history.
That someday! We would all really be free.

For now, I hope we all blend.
Following the voice and setting a new trend.
Surely someday I won't be me and you wont be different.
Someday, and 'Someday' it surely would be.


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