Her love for snow

Minus 13 degrees, its teeth-chattering cold..
Mild winter winds sound like a ghoulish roar.
The pathway has lost its path,
Everything’s covered in snow….
A two storeyed wooden farm-house,
Shining a bit with that dark blue glow
Across the road, in front of the balcony..
Is a range of snowy mountains where no one goes..
Dark green hills with narrow and round peeks…
Made of tall pine trees, the residence of ghosts…

A bunch of people, from city are here..
To experience peace and mother nature to explore..
Fights for those blankets;
Fights to stay near the heater;
Fights for those gingerbread cookies;
Will become memories which they will surely adore…

While all are dancing and singing songs..
Playing Chinese whisper and dumb charades..
A girl thinks,”It’s not where I belong”
Shivering in the balcony, she stands apart.

She wants to get out of the closed house,
She wants to lie down and play in the snow,
But she also fears the scary night…
The thought of darkness shivers her soul.

Leaning forward in the balcony on that chest high pole.
Taking a sip of hot dark chocolate to fight the cold…
Black winter pants and those boots are on;
Fur of which is thick enough to survive a snowstorm.
She’s holding the cup of hot dark chocolate
with a cute pair of muffins,
Head and ears covered with beanie,
having same color, baby pink.

Inside, wore a thick fleece t-shirt…
Full sleeve, turtle neck, Grey in color.
To deny the chilled breeze to freeze her body,
A good full length red hot Trench Coat covered.
The fitting of her clothes is absolutely on spot..
Her body is totally covered, yet she looks so hot.

From a distance, she’s a Red-velvet cheese cake…
Only parts visible, her face and her neck..
A thin Golden nose ring,
The sexiest Indian thing.
Black round glasses..
Capable of killing masses.
Long dark brown hair,
Skin tone, so fair….

Lower lip has a dark shade of intense red lipstick..
Upper lip and tip of nose is covered with chocolate.
If I was her man, I would’ve grabbed her close,
And kissed her nose, to save that chocolaty droplet.
My heart skips a beat, I can’t control my emotions..
I can stare her for lifetime, if she grants me the permission.

Her eyes are lit up, her face has a smile,
The reason lies above, in the night sky.
The sky is lit up with bright colored fireworks,
It sparks the light within her and kills the darkness..
Neat and tidy, just like her winter clothes..
She cleans her heart and swipes out the cold mess…

Gifting💝 a chocolate🍫

I am one of those people who is crazy for chocolates🍫
But I have never been that charming one
who gets chocolates from girls on birthdays
I’ve always been shy and at a distance from girls.

But this nature of mine has been a blessing in disguise
So what if you’re not offered chocolates,
You love it so you can always buy it for yourself.
I am fond of eating, sharing and gifting chocolates.
I see it as a tool to create and spread happiness.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and divides it into half
She gives me a choice to select which half do I want
She acknowledges my efforts and appreciates the same
She believes in balance of giving and taking
I will most probably be happy with her.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and removes fruits and nuts
She offers rest of the chocolate to me,
She is the one who looks for mutual benefits
She believes in win-win situations
We will always encourage each other and grow together.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and starts eating the chocolate
She offers a piece with a smile and takes a pic of us
She cares for me as well as the chocolate
She believes in these gifts as a form of memory
We will argue and fight and will find happy moments.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She gets excited and puts it in her pocket
She goes home and eats the entire chocolate alone
She forgets about us when there is chocolate in-front
Maybe she is a selfish girl with mean motives.
Or maybe she is yet another chocolate lover like me💝.

Where do you want to go?

Where do you want to go?
Far far away
On top of the mountains
where no body stays,
On those silent beaches
to listen sound of those waves,
In the bottom of the ocean
from everyone I wanna stray,
Fly high in the sky
till the time my body decays,
Visit the lost roads alone
I wanna roam, I wanna stay,
Take me somewhere god
where I can pray for a better day.
Take me to a place
far far away

Corona-virus : A love story

Hi
I am Corona-virus
And I’m in love with Indians
Trust me, they’re so good
I fell in love at first sight.

Yes, I’m possessive and hungry for humans
It feels great to be in control
and to show my dominance over people.

I expressed my feelings on 30th January
Initially I had difficulties expressing myself,
I was unable to leave my mark on Indians.
Yes, I was struggling… but i kept trying
Slowly and steadily I penetrated Indians
Finally, my efforts were showing results
Indians seemed to be accepting me.

By 22nd March,
more than 360 Indians fell in love with me
7 of them even sacrificed their lives for me.
I absolutely loved this power over Indians.

As much as I love Indian people,
I hate their PM Narendra Modi
I had just started to get in power
and this guy declared a 14 hour curfew.
I considered myself very strong,
But this guy made me doubt myself.
I started to fear this guy.

Just like me, even this guy loved Indian people.
I was demoralized looking at the support of Indians for him.
1.3 billion people clapping and appreciating the work of nurses and doctors,
Banging spoons on plates and ringing bells
This brought me on my knees and tears in my eyes.

Well this was just the beginning of the fight..
One day went quiet, I thought I avoided the storm,
And the next day, this guy dropped a huge bomb.
He knew just 14 hours is not the right way,
So he called for a lock-down, that too for 21 days.
This guy irritated me, yes I was jealous
Will I lose so early in the fight for my love.

When we’re in love with someone, we want to stay in touch,
We are willing to give time to get close to them,
To spread my love, all I wanted was Indians to come close.
But in each love story there is a hindrance,
who is commonly known as girl’s male best friend.
He is the one who creates distance between two loved ones,
In my case, this male best friend was none other than social distancing.
Till the time Indians followed Social distancing,
There was no way I could spread my love in Indians.

Where there’s a devil, there’s always an angel
Well, I found mine in form of some stupid yet lovely Indian people.
Some threw stones on doctors, who were fighting against me.
Some were adamant with their religious beliefs, they didn’t follow the protocol.
Some considered me insignificant, they ignored every government’s order.
Some just wanted to show their swag, in return who got a nice stick on their back.

To get what you love, you need to fight against all odds,
But you will be destroyed in the end, if it results in a loss.
Love is the greatest power, it’s meant to create happiness,
The ones who use it for selfish reasons, karma punishes them in the end.
For now I have power, for now I show supremacy
But I know my love is selfish, it’s no long when Indians will leave me.

Now I know that I’m wrong, it’s wrong to take lives,
But that’s the only way I love, after all I’m a deadly virus.
I realize that it’s not working, we need to break up.
But I can’t help it from my side….
Take necessary precautions,
Wear a mask when going out,
Avoid gathering in public,
Wash hands frequently and sanitize them.
You Indians need to put efforts my love
You need to fight this individually and still stay together
My love….


🦋Butterflies🦋

Heaps of anime out there; Pokemon you must have herd of.
Brock’s strong rock type Onix; Misty’s cute little Togepi.
Everyone’s favorite Pikachu; the heart of Pokemon Master Ash…
Whose first catch after an intense fight was the insect type Caterpie.
Her strings immobilize the opponent; making it difficult to move or act;
She evolved into Butter-free(which is a Butterfly);so let’s finally talk about that.

Butter, a delicious ingredient, a crucial part of Indian dining…
We can walk, run, jump and swim; but without wings, can we fly?
Even that is possible these days, catch a plane and go sky diving…
These two words combined we get an adorable insect, a ‘Butterfly’.

Insects are creepy and crawly;
Butterfly, an exception, looks so pretty.
It’s easy to spot them in the nature;
But you’ll hardly find one in a city.

Like ice-creams and sundaes available in different flavors;
Butterflies are seen world-wide in more than thousand colors.
From magnificent red to cool and calming blue;
From mother nature’s green to sun bright yellow;
From refreshing fruity orange to lovely baby pink;
From charming flowery violet to earthly dark brown;
From omnipresent black to omnipotent white.
Be it any color, a butterfly’s always a pleasant sight.

Like t-shirts; butterflies too come in different sizes.
Like pictures from a kaleidoscope; they do have different patterns.
Like variants of flower vases; they come in different shapes.
Like humans belong to various castes and creeds;
Butterflies too are categorized into ‘n’ no. of breeds.

Some moments become memories; there need not be a reason..
A lovely couple of butterflies being one of them, which I came across this summer season.
Just like a butterfly, I hope even humans had no attachments.
You too my friend can be like a butterfly, just try to practice detachment.

When you’ve got just one chance and the stakes are high;
The situation is just like catching a beautiful butterfly.
Forget the ‘anxiety‘ stay in the present;
Give all your effort and just cherish the moment.😇

Butterflies roam around, they hardly stay still.
They roam from,
garden to garden; flower to flower;
valley to valley; tree to tree…
Humans should adopt this quality and try to chill.

Some consider butterfly to be a lucky charm;
Some say they contain the soul of our lost loved ones;
Some consider a butterfly to be an omen;
When they are seen in bulk; especially the black ones.
Stop!!!! Let these butterflies just be butterflies.🥰

Gujarati’s call it a ‘Patangio’;
Marathi’s will say ‘Fulpakhru’;
In Hindi we call it a ‘Titli’.
It soothes one’s broken heart,
It lights up a fire in the spirit,
A good pet name…, for a loved one specially. 💖

Some butterflies use camouflage to hide,
to protect itself from becoming a prey.
Let’s divide our feelings into black🖤 and white🤍,
problem arises when we let them be grey.

People these days are sad😔 and are vulnerable to plenty;
Finding happiness😀 seems as tough as coming out of a maze.
You can chose to stay bright, you can chose to stay strong;
And admire a butterfly, to bring a smile😊 on everyone’s face.

Admire an Eagle🦅 if you aim high to touch the sky,
But to become a reason for someone’s happiness,
Be like a Butterfly🦋!!
Be like a Butterfly🦋!

Failed Generosity

In a small old village, many years back..
A frail potter lived, in a shaggy sneaky shack.
For living he made articles of clay…
Unequaled in his art, one must say

To get himself and his art recognized…
By the crossroads; opened a stand; everything was organized.
The target was set; he threw the dart,
That small stand suddenly felt like D-Mart.
Sales increased day-by-day; everything so instantaneous,
Received awards and medals; his art was that precious.

He made a flower vase; one with a swirl…
This indeed caught attention of a beautiful young girl.
Like a mellifluous tone made with a flute…
Eyes filled with curiosity; her face,‘so cute’
The girl now became his source of motivation;
Art work was now prepared as per her specification.

He fell in love with her at the speed of light….
He envisioned their future together; it looked so bright.
She came close to him; as she loved his art..
He went close as he loved her from the bottom of his heart.
He: Expressed his love for her; promised he’ll never let her cry…
She: Let’s be just friends for now, maybe later we’ll give it a try.

The potter agreed; he didn’t want to lose such a friend…
The girl was in fear, “supply of art pieces might end”.
They met, they laughed, they had so much stupid fun
Those experiences and memories still stay second to none.

There came a period without orders, no messages, no talks…
A day seemed like a decade, no meetings, no walks.
He: “It’s her birthday, let’s make a special gift..”
She: “It’s my birthday, how did you even think we’ll meet!!”

Is it for real, is it an illusion…
The potter wanted to meet her and come to a conclusion.
She loved someone else; the potter gave a smirk…
In some time he lost his cool; things went berserk.

Frustrated and angry; unaware of what went wrong…
In a jukebox full of enthusiasm; there were only sad songs.
He stopped making articles; even destroyed his masterpiece…
They broke into sharp edges; his heart was breached.

Gathering those pieces back; his hands were badly hurt…
His artwork now seemed as good as another piece of dirt.
She says that he’s important; he’s the one she’ll always adore….
Maybe she can talk to ghosts…. as he’s..
not the same person anymore…
not the same person anymore…..

A Message:
No matter how bad things go; you’ll get what you deserve.
It’s always right to make others happy; just self-respect you must preserve.

The Sun will rise

When the sunsets and it starts getting dark and cold,
With a cup of coffee, the feelings of fear and anxiety that you hold…..

Close your eyes, calm down and take breaths little deep,
Tell these things to yourself, before you go to sleep…,

“Heartbreaks, empty pockets, lost best friends, everything I will survive..
Till the time there’s a ray of hope and belief within me alive.

Lay down, take the blanket and sleep with smile,
Butterflies will again amaze you, the birds will chirp in rhyme…
Roses and Lilies will shine again, there will be bright light,
Your heart will feel warm again,
The sun will rise..
The sun will rise…

🌧Walk in the rain🌧

Sometimes I wonder, ‘why do we have to entertain!!’
Those people we know, who’ll just cause us pain…💔
We give all our effort, till there’s no more energy left to drain,😓
Maybe it’s just our hope which tells us that nothing will go in vain.😄😄

Imagine they’re gone, instantly we’ll go insane!!😨
Heart starts to feel like it’s stuck inside a hurricane..🌪🌪
There’s no hand left now to hold on and form a chain,🤝
Everything is so crystal clear, still we want to refrain.

Never think everything’s lost, there’ll always be something that we’ll sustain,😊
Heart might break into pieces, it may paralyze or numb our brain…
There’s a lot of love inside us, a guard for our self-respect we must maintain..💖
Let’s go out, love ourselves first, initiating it with a silent walk in the rain.🥰😇🌧