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Blue

I watched that blue,deep blue ocean
As it’s waves twisted and twirled and move forward
I felt at once to swipe myself off and leave with it’s to and fro motion, without a trace.
Until my body,tired of holding the weight gets exhausted
My existence becomes extinct
As the ocean slowly swallows me in.

So deeply did I delve in the thought
That I found no difference between you and that vast ocean.
It’s color resembled your eyes.
Yes, your blue eyes where I had so long sailed
Didn’t realize that the weather change
be it in your eyes or that Ocean,it’s same.
And at last I became that old Titanic
Sinking, gradually sinking in the pains
That left me all broken and eternally paralysed.

But you are too unworthy to be called an ocean
That harbours thousand different lives.
Never does it abuse or leave others bruised.
As I viewed the blue universe
It taught me lessons in silence
So letting everything go
I stand before it, peeling off that paralysed self,in an outfit,
That mirrors its color.
My mind and my heart all blue
Resembling the powerful
Blue,Yes,deep blue ocean.

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Azaleas…

source : google

They drink water and carefully chew earth 

Soaking in that rich photons

They are sun-tanned

Yet they grow no dark

But beautifully do they age

And withers without a tinge of fear

Blossoming every spring

They are Azaleas so stunning

White, purple,

Sometimes amalgamtion of different colours Sometimes her scarlet blush

Attracting not only human eyes 

But winged angels from far and wide.

I still have that old photograph

Me and my mother beside

That new mother happily

bursting with pink azaleas
It was last winter, 

Grandpa had to cut it short 

I still remember that expression

Of discomfort and regret

“Don’t be disheartened baba

They will grow again”, I said.

But his reply gave me a shock

,“They knew I would cut them.

 It gives me much pain to inflict the same upon the plant I planted and nursed.”

“But they will grow next year”, he consoled himself.

Weeks haven’t past

My mom sick and in pain,

Tortured me more…

Yes, there is a strong connection

Between a mother and her child

It was then I realised

My grandpa though a Father figure

Had already become a Mother 

To the plant life he was giving birth

With every passing year,

Trees,plants,orchids and so on…

Pursue

writings on the wall

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Pursue

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Pursue

P.R_ timeandreflections

Source – Google

  I woke up and 

Placed myself in front of the mirror

That carefully detailed my features

The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips and my hands

My spotted skin, few scars and freckles

My smile with teeth not visibly bright; few lost

My natural  silver hair ,Few black dyed and artificial

They say my  skin, thin and pale; loose and sagged breast.

I call it elasticity with

channels of blue nerves visible and

Every  year the invisible artist sculpts

What people called wrinkles on my face

But I call them dimples

My eyes recently got rid of that cataract still nothing changed

 And the power keeps on  increasing

The skin isn’t the same like it was when my mother first breast-fed me.

That change is just permanent

My lips  is forever sucked in. I find this a little weird,  funny as my ears too droops. 

But do not worry

Oh! it’s the gravity that has pulled it down.

No more does the blood river within me flows

The ascending years have mutated me

In a beautiful way. Still I am me the same person with my story unchanged.

I did not worry like the evil queen in Snow White and the seven dwarfs

Even when my mirror spoke and showed me the glimpses of my future days

Instead I was happy because 

He who created me is an Artist and I myself his Art.

Having consumed so much of this Earth

I will still have nothing to repay her back

Except after my death,my decomposed self

Ready to merge with her;

 Still ready and willing to turn each page

Thank God! you never age…

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Junkeri


I closed my eyes

Viewed  montage of pictures in  motion

I see,many of them have gone blur, few clear

I choose one: that little golden lights attracted me so much.

Now I am Travelling  back in time to that phase

I call my heavenly childhood days.

The air was so fresh

Few smokes from the hearth didnt seem much polluting

Oh how dearly we loved 

The smell of  that smoke perfumed air.

Every evening would be a story time

Around the fire made by 

The so called ‛Jikras’collected from a nearby tea garden

That little scratches hardly needed a medicine

Still rubbing a bunmara leaf would cure

Every cuts.

So travelling back in time to that phase

I call my heavenly childhood days.

Now its all so very different,

How we carry invisible, incurable cuts.

Time was so good then!

Well what was I talking about?

Oh! Yes, that golden lights

Is not the stars I am talking

 but the sparkling fireflies

What we usually call Junkeries

Like Tinkerbells in the fairytales

But we were no Peter Pan and his good crew

Instead we had joined the team of cruel Captain Hook.

As soon as the story or the fire ended

We ran after them

Our village then was free from Edison’s invention

So there they would come each evening

With their illuminating golden pixie trail

Ignorant little kids ,we caught them in our hands and with a slipper killed one or two

Just to see them leave their golden trail

But that was sad and temporary

Until Grandpa caught us all

His loud scoldings deafened our ears

We then knew that was bad

So next evening when they visited us

Happily we danced 

Together like Peter Pan and his group of friends

They in the air, we in the earth

Their pixie dust stunned us all.

So Travellling back in time to that phase

I proudly call my  glorious childhood days.
The memories of those innocent days

Have saturated in one corner of my head

So when I visit them again

I just feel those magical happiness running inside my each nerve.

But this time with a little tinge of  sadness

Pumping from my tearbags

Few bulk of water in my eyes.

How can I bring back those days?

Its been more than twenty years!

My dear faires have so long vanished in that thin air.

I know no magic spells to call and dance with them again.

Once in a blue moon do I see them.

One or two moving in a quiet evening air.

They fear the growing pollution or population that doesn’t care.

So I better leave the living few, undisturbed.

They have become endangered,extinct and rare

So these twenties kids including my little cousin brother isn’t fortunate

To meet our tiny airy friends.

Junkeries that beacame a part of our life

Is only a fairytale,  a dream for them.

Glad that we danced with them

So Travelling  back in time to that phase

I feel so happy,grateful and blessed

Yes, they made our heavenly childhood days.

Tenacious

Here is a small piece of article I found in the internet. So instead of providing the link I copy pasted the important part that is very much related to my subject of the poem and help people understand better.

​Grist Magazine, Source: living

Katie Herzog on Jun 8,2016 : “…But now, fireflies are disappearing on a much larger scale. For years, The New York Times noted in 2014, scientists have “been warning that the world’s estimated 2,000 species of fireflies are dwindling.” And it’s not because of awful kids.

The problem, as always, is other human behavior, including the use of pesticides and artificial lighting and the destruction of firefly habitat. Fireflies — or lightning bugs — thrive in meadows, woods, and along bodies of water, all of which are shrinking because of our sprawl. Urbanization, it seems, is killing the firefly.

They’re not only being harmed directly by human development, but indirectly by the effects of human-caused climate change. Invasive species that thrive in a warmer climate and drought destroy even more of their habitat.

So, what can we do to protect this iconic bug? Treehugger has outlined some handy — and easy — tips for all concerned about firefly welfare. They include: Avoiding the use of chemicals.

  • Leaving worms, snails, and slugs for firefly larvae to feed on.
  •  Turning off the lights.
  • Providing nice ground cover, grasses and shrubs for them to lurk about in.
Oh, and when you do see them, don’t be like me and other young sadists. You don’t need mason jars; you don’t need to smear them on your shirt. Just catch, release, and watch them light away.”( via: grist magazine)

They’re not only being harmed directly by human development, but indirectly by the effects of human-caused climate change. Invasive species that thrive in a warmer climate and drought destroy even more of their habitat.what can we do to protect this iconic bug? Treehugger has outlined some handy — and easy — tips for all concerned about firefly welfare. They include:

• Avoiding the use of chemicals.

• Leaving worms, snails, and slugs for firefly larvae to feed on.

• Turning off the lights.

• Providing nice ground cover, grasses and shrubs for them to lurk about in.

Oh, and when you do see them, don’t be like me and other young sadists. You don’t need mason jars; you don’t need to smear them on your shirt. Just catch, release, and

Darjeeling is all dazzling with Rhododendrons.

Pic courtesy: .P.R .Every year I am in love with this beauty. Rhododendron arboreum blushing in Mall Road.

See who is blushing?

The luminous beauty,magnificent

She wears no artificiality, 

Reflecting her true self

All we can do is just gaze

The marvellous sight like

Fine paintings of red hearts

Every year its the same time

She is ever ready to meet her groom

The unrivalled beauty

She is forever an untouched bride.

©P.R
Desire

Journey

source: google

Sometimes its about the moon and stars,

Sometimes its all about those little scars.

Sometimes its that little care ,

Sometimes its about the lice in your hair.

Sometimes its meeting strangers far and wide,

Sometimes its about you and me all day and night.

Sometimes its the thoughts disturbing night,

Sometimes its the air calm and quiet.

Sometimes its the splattering rain,

Sometimes its about healing pain.

Sometimes its the secret lies,

Sometimes its that instant smiles.

Sometimes its those musical laugh and cry,

Sometimes its those wound gone far and dry.

Sometimes its about that funny dance,

Sometimes its all about a hundred chance.

Sometimes it is love and kisses,

Sometimes its about those lost wishes.

Sometimes it is that tortured heart,

Sometimes its about stiching the gap.
Days more spent yet thousand awaiting in chains,

Crossing bridges and winding up the narrow lanes.

My whimsical journey is in pursuit of palpable meaning,

Learning alphabets – a, b ,c and d,was just the beginning.

©P.R

Hideout

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Grace

​Gravity never pulled me down

It always lifted me up

That is why

Even when you

Plucked all my feathers

And blood oozed

I could still swim in the air.

This is not the end

They shot me with words

Disturbing my flow

I ate them

Carefully swallowing

As they corroded my throat

But I didn’t think of atom bomb

Instead alchemized

Those words

Into festoons of poems

Showering them with

Soothing songs

Just to heal their soul.

©P.R

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Tremble