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and I became a child again

and I became a child again.

Recently when I got a week full
having no hurry to carry
my children for tuition
or to carry my self to the office
I thought it would be all better
to take leave from
the all poetry too.

My prayer sincere I found
was sanctioned
as I didn’t feel
much pressure from my pen to write
more and more poems
like a sales person dying
for achieving the sales target.

The ring tone of my poetry
is basically sad
and I know that
my poems are lava of
my erupting unhappiness.
So, I had no pressure to write means
I was feeling happy.

That’s the secret
I am trying to share with you
that searching readable in book self
I explored and read stories of Birbal
a courtier both wise and witty
of the Mughal Emperor, Akbar
enjoying almost like a child, once again.

via and I became a child again.


The taste of grapes

The taste of grapes.

Since I’ve visited your face
a poem is due to be written
for last three days.

The terror of grapes sour
invaded my mind.I felt
I’m not allowed
to speak my truth
for truth has become ugly.

Permitted I would admit
ugly has become my mind.
Traces of happiness are flying
but I’m not trying to catch
or kill them any.

via The taste of grapes.