The River's Flow

Ever tried to hear what the river had to say?
In the calm of night, not in the cacophony of day.

If you ever did, you would know.
The river loves and hates the flow.
Amusing as it is, but is true.
She has both, cheer of red and gloom of blue.

The river yearns for calm, beneath the layer.
She falls in love with a forest here, a mountain there.
She wants to hold hands and some times hug a tree,
Often she wants the flow to set her free.

The flow unperturbed, never seems to care,
For he has a bigger purpose, never laid it bare.
The flow gives a reason to the wandering river,
Of 'change being the constant', he is an unwavering believer.

The river may be impulsive but she knows better.
What the flow does today, will help her later.
She looks at the last jungle, with her eyes full and mind with daze,
And then embraces the flow, to move on, towards her new phase.

The 'Thought' and the 'Dream'

The Thought and the Dream tussled hard,
"Who is more dear, who is closer to the heart?"

The thought derided the dream as a dole.
"A mind's senseless wander to a black hole,
A dream is nothing but a hopeless rigmarole"

"You don't have a beginning, the end is unknown,
Your hocus-pocus self, has no reign of its own"

"You just get lucky, you are not a conscious instance,
In my world you would be jeered at for self-indulgence"

The dream stood firm, unperturbed by the thought's sound.
Ethereal as it may be, it held its belief and itself to the ground.

The dream smiled at the thought,
"I respect  you and  your  thought, the thought.
But let's look at it differently".
"While you restrict one's imagination,
I prefer breaking the boundaries bluntly"

"Prejudiced to core, you consciously ignore some bit,
Fortunately i am not blacked out by such an erroneous wit"

"And truly while you encourage the mind to ponder,
I enliven it beyond it's grasp, to imagine much grander"

"Finally, a thought may be much dearer to the mind,
Only because a dream can never be entwined"

Daughters and 'Hope'

They didn't want her to be born, she would be a burden, But she triumphed.

They didn't teach her to walk, where does she have to go?, But she wanted to fly.
They didn't send her to school, it's not for girls, but she craved for books.

They made her do the chores, a girl is born to do that, But she loved it outside.
They got her married, whats wrong with that?, But she was barely 15.

Thrown out by her in-laws, it can't be condoned they said, How can she not bear a child.

She didn't go back, But held herself, with her grit she strived and thrived.

She thanked her past, she had to, it made her strong and persistent.

She broke taboos, won over people, and challenged the 'normal',
Made a life she had dreamt of but never believed she can really have.

Her parents stay with her now, poor thing her brothers, couldn't decide who would keep them and how, a decision really so difficult to take.

She adopted a baby girl and named her 'hope', welcomed her home, taught her to walk, sent her to school and held her high on her shoulders to see the world.

Her parents now a smiling lot, can't be more proud, on their daughter and 'her' 'hope', for them and for the world

86,400 seconds

And I lost a day,
24 hours wandered away,
1,440 minutes of utter dismay,
86,400 seconds in  idiotic disarray.

Still wondering how to measure the foregone emotion,
What is the unit of devotion?

How to quantify the loss I bore,
When you were far ashore,

A metric that can tell me to point,
Why does your absence leave me so disjoint?

The wiser her

The wiser her looks back in disbelief,
Of all the times she felt stupid,
Of all that she thought caused her grief.

The wiser her held her head in lampoon,
That once she counted stars,
And recited poems to the moon!

The wiser her rebuked herself in snot,
"What a dim-wit I was,
Fell in love without much thought"

The wiser her tusseled with her heart,
"Why did she love him and took care,
When he left the vulnerable her bare.

The wiser her left her overwrought,
"Holding hands while walking,
Looking into eyes, what a waste of lot?"

"Can she go back to time and change it?", she pondered.
Take away the tears and pain,
And may be go back and be more sane?

As if it was possible, she closed her eyes,
To erase the insane in her life and be only wise,

And then she realised, still with closed eyes,
If none of that had happened, would she still be wise?

Lets play a dare!

They say it all ends the same way,
Sooner than later,
It will be broken hearts, tearful eyes and utter dismay.

They say the passion will die down,
Sooner than later,
Blushes will be replaced by frown.

They say with time the mistrust gets dense,
Sooner than later,
Endless chatters are replaced with painful silence,

They say hedonic it is, not stable,
Happiness and love,
They are notorious for being ephemeral,

But what is Stable? Constant?  Unchanged?

Neither the day, nor the night,
Neither the dark, nor the sight.

The mighty sun sets every day,
The moon every morning goes astray.

The clouds never find their home,
The rivers must imagine times bygone.

No one knows what brings tomorrow,
We may be happy or filled with sorrow.

But for one, the sun doesn't stop shining,
The moon looks beautiful after every confining.
The clouds don't stop floating,
The past doesn't stop rivers from bloating.

Let's not measure everything,
Don't predict the future, let it be in hiding.

Let the butterflies in stomach be there,
Let us hope it's beautiful, let us lay us bare.

Let us look again into eyes, let's play a dare.
Let's fall in love as if it is the first time ever.

She might soon snap!

It goes on and the wait never ends,
Human as she is, it shakes her confidence

But it's his memory that can never fade,
Well ensuring her belief doesn't jade.

A battle of mind and heart, even if bona fide,
Her senses act numb to not take any side.

How long can she endure and play to the trap
Human as she is, she might soon snap

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