Conspiracy theorists- Shame on you.

This month is weird in all shape and form. Everyone who was behind Covid now comes to term with new norm. We tend to stay away from each other. We are no longer in hugging relationships. There is a hesitation in human affection. Yes. Folks we have changed. My mind is blank these days. I sat down many times this week to pen. Nothing came to my mind. This is strange for me. Last two years I have written, I never had this mental blank stage. I always had topics to write. Is this because we are not experiencing the life like before?

My father told me once, A good writer is one who have many life experiences. They view life in a different angle than the ones who had less struggles to tackle. I did not understand until now.

I have seen many people putting out content just to speculate. Is covid real? Hey guys, people died because of this disease. Do you really need to know personally a few died in order to believe. I don’t understand why even argue. I heard radio hosts calling out to people to report back if they have known personally anyone who got Covid or died. Strange isn’t it. All these speculations when whole world is struggling. There are many people out there, who lost their livelihood because of this. Not a joke for us to make content on this one. This is not fair.

I heard one nurse called back to radio and she was furious. She went through hell to help people who had Covid. This is not easy once you get that disease. Yet, people and conspiracy theorist keep on making content on speculating. I am bit upset with these people. Yes, this has changed us a lot. We need to find ways to come out of it. Our economy has been tested to its limits. It will take many years to recover. Do not waste time on un necessary thoughts. Use your brain to help the society. These speculations are a waste and will not help society.

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Man I saw first- A Poem.

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I saw him upside down for the first time

Colorless and rough voice he carried

Carried me around showing some shapes

Disappears for a long time during the day

Evening he shows up again

Routine made me yearn for his rough voice

One day my world turned upside down.

I heard the same rough voice

I felt safe when I am in his hands

I didn’t know why he carried me around

I didn’t know where he disappeared during the day.

One day the word came out of me “dada”

He is the pure form of love

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Only Shadow Stayed with me ! – A Poem

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Forgot to smile with life

Eyes don’t have tears left

Mind kept throbbing inside

Trying to convey in vain

Death came closer as I feel

Only shadow stayed with me

Kept creeping in to my soul

Even dreams saying bid to me

Wandered alone up and down

In lonely streets of life, I know

Days turned to dark nights

Only shadow stayed with me

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Feet felt cold when I start walking

Rain drops fall to write stories

The footprints imprint I saw

Get washed away in rain as I create

One life not enough to learn mysteries

Only shadow stayed with me

Mind burn in fire leaving pain

Looking up skies move farther

Who will give wings to reach high

Just like arrows pain strike the heart

Hoping to bloom like a flower again

Only shadow stayed with me

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Flip my Skin- A Poem

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Flip my skin if you can I plead

Tired of being in this world of difference

People look at me like a worm in the dirt

Don’t know why I get this look all day

Scream loud I cannot breathe

Yet deaf ears all around me

Flip my skin if you can I wonder

Suit your needs to please your eyes

We breathe and sweat the same way

Don’t know why this difference you notice

Scream loud I cannot tolerate no more

Yet deaf ears all around me

Flip my skin if you can I yearn

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Daily grind takes toll on me

Scared of life being tortured around

Treated like dirt you wash everyday

My heart pains for my society to include

I love them just like I love me and mine

Scream loud I am like you to realize

Yet deaf ears all around me as always

Flip my skin if you can I wish

Day will come you realize that now

We built this world together to enjoy

Entertained you at our best to forget your sorrows

Gave life and sweat for your wellbeing

Scream loud for your happiness

Ears will open hear us loud and clear

Flip my skin and you see me same as you

Scream loud I cannot breathe and you suffocate with me

You will hear my pain as I feel

The day of our future will be bright as black.

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Can we Call that as love ? A Poem

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Four letters we name it with passion

People try to have it all the time

Agony and misery trying to achieve

Can we call that as love?

Touch we feel the warmth of love

Smell we feel the fragrance of love

Closer we feel the need for love

Farther we feel the pain for love

Can we call that as love?

We know we need to survive with love

Yet, we don’t preserve while we have love

Take it for granted we lose for ever

Abruptly we find love in the universe

Can we call that as lover?

We lose again for many reasons we create

Nature shows humanity a lesson daily

We call ourselves the most civilized

Yet we behave like animals with no reason

Can we call that as love?

Compassion for others stays in our words

Day and night talk about love in vein

Yet we show only anger and resentment

Possessiveness takes over our clouded minds

Can we call that as love?

Clear the clouds with love for others

Create the society we want for our kids

Tomorrow a better day to dream with love

Stay with me for the better days to come

Can we call that as love?

Embrace the new beginning we strive

Love is the only answer to begin life.

The power of love we need to believe

Change the universe with the invisible power

Can we call that as love?

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i call her Rose- A Poem

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Like a soft petal in breeze

Flown in to abode of lotus feet

Walked out of shower with wet hair

My eyes caught on her smile and expression

Took my breath away in a second

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Oil lamps around the temple glows like heaven

Looking like a goddess she walked with naked feet

Held my hand pulled me closer to hers

First touch of her lift me above ground

Took my sense away in a second

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Green heaven with flowers aroused our senses

Asked whether she could see her mother

Her struggles shined through her eyes

Took my heart away in those stories

Breath sense and heart given to her

She became my breath of life in a second

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In the life full of darkness around me

As a sunshine she shines every day for me

I call her Rose, Love of my life.

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Move on Inner Mind shouted – A Poem

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In the midst of traffic daily

I walked aimlessly without plans

Abrupt thought break always shows

Realized the life halted in nowhere

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

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Everyone seems busy with nothing

Don’t bother privacy play more important

Modern life always has rules with no meaning

Abide them or get thrown in to old rags

Past is a bucket full of ash Someone says

Yet everyone lingers around past

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

Busier the life tells you wonder how

Wander more to seek peace around you

Traffic difficult to navigate as always

Life still seek its path somehow wonder how

Wonder why we lose our focus in life

Like we know everything as we behave

Yet dark everywhere you turn

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But where to go one ponder

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Traffic lights still not bright enough as usual

Darkness loom over the world of life

Fighting to seek light trying to breath

Sinking in to more deep troubles

Struggles seems to get easier day by day

Get used to this new norm of life changes

Abrupt thoughts gain speed inside your brains

Move on Move on inner mind shouted

But nowhere to go one realizes

Hatred- A poem

Frustrations to save the love

Preaching to save the love

Everyone talk about love

Yet so much hatred among human race

Why we plant seeds in to new blood

Why we create words to twist new blood

Why we chose wisdom to freeze new blood

Yet so much hatred among human race

We say god came to save the love

We say god came to bear the pain of ours

We say god to relate love for us

Yet so much hatred among human race

Many color among us we see

Many faiths among us we experience

Many lessons among us we learn

All point towards love we yearn

Yet so much hatred among human race

Look around us to see the love

Nature itself shows love every day

With bright colors and sunlight

Never try to harm us, but spread love

Yet so much hatred among human race

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Life is a puzzle -A poem

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Puzzle pieces laying around random

Slowly putting them together day by day

We start our journey somewhere random

Not knowing where or how to solve

Looking back some see the story unfolding

Some don’t see the story ever

Mystery everywhere for some to look back

Happiness sprouts here and there to cherish

One day you see the puzzle coming together

One day you see the story clearer than before

Then we say life is a journey to experience

We go through many puzzles day by day

Put together one can see a beautiful story

No one really knows the start really

No one really knows the end either

No one really travels the same path as everyone

Everyone is a puzzle themselves

How we play it is what we call life in simple.

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