Daily post · Poem

Global village

World – a global village

People chatting sitting in afar corners

People skyping over continents

Where IMO’s and DUO’s are must

Where messenger and whatsapp are mandatory

Instagram and Facebook are life lines

Wifi or data are blood like

Connecting over continents

Talking about multi cultures

Forgetting the local connections

The next door neighbour –

Who would run to you to help you

But you forget his face

You forget to smile

Because you are immersed in your phone !!
We live in a world of super connectivity , we can message , see and talk to anyone sitting in any corner of the world. While many people make many new friends across the borders , they forget about the friends,neighbors and relatives in their close vicinity. The smart phone keeps you engaged even when you walk, sit or travel . You hardly speak to other people around. Observing the co -travelers in any public transport will show that people are always with their phones , never interested in making a ‘real’ connection to another human being !! A way in which technology is killing us . In response to daily post prompt local.Local

Daily post · Poem

The illusive world 

I bought clothes,shoes and bags 

I thought they’d bring happiness 

Illusion it was !! 

I lived in frustration still .. 

….. 

I made a house , 

Glorified with expensive interiors 

I thought it’d make a home

Illusion it was !!

It was just some bricks and mud . 

…. 

I kept a ‘yes’ nod to all around 

I thought making them happy was important 

Illusion it was !!

I stayed frustrated with it…

…….

I gave her expensive gifts 

I thought she’d love me for that

Illusion it was !!

I felt lost again … 

……

I was in the death bed 

I’d hundreds of Facebook friends 

I’d a few hundreds instagram followers 

I thought they’d come and meet 

Illusion it was !!

Just my family around –

I hardly saw them , coz I lived in my illusive world all these days .

 
Many people around us live in a highly illusive world- trying to find happiness in materialistic things, trying to “buy” love , trying to be with ‘online friends’ being offline from the real world and real people . This is a current generation scenario.Our parents or grandparents never experienced these . Coming out of illusion and living in real world is going to be a challenge for the coming generation. In response to daily post prompt illusion.Illusion

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My commitments

Oh My parents-

Never do I commit my time and energy every day and night

Never do I commit bundles of money

I do commit- my prayers and love

For I’m your sweat and blood.

…….

Oh My kids –

Never do I commit a life of ease

Never do I commit you get what you want

I do commit- my unconditional love and prayers

For you are my heart and soul .

……

Oh my Husband-

Never do I commit a life of no arguments

Never do I commit wealth and power

I do commit- my trust,love and prayers

For I’m incomplete without you.
In response to daily post prompt commit.Commit

Daily post · life experience · Poem

The magician 

Lonely in a crowd

Mind bustling with emotions

People around cares nothing

I walk from there –

Yet another crowd

But , no ones seems to care

I walk from there –

Untill I reach my room

No crowd , No one there

A fresh page of journal awaits me

My mind flows through my pen

The bustling calms down

Calming to a silent stream

A whoosh changed to a babble

The magician- a paper and pen .

Many a times ,I’ve felt the magic of paper and pen – let it be to calm down my mind overflowing with mixed emotions or to jot down some ideas , to relax or to shut off anger outbursts. I’m sure many would relate to this . In response to daily post prompt paper.Paper

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Nabra

Never did she knew –

It was her last prayers ,

Never did her parents knew –

They would lose their daughter,

Never did she knew –

She wouldn’t make it for Eid,

Never did her parents knew

Their last iftar was over ,

Never did she knew-

She would be crushed before blossoming,

Never did her parents knew-

They would never see her smile ,

Never did she knew-

Someone unknown would meddle and rip her apart- her body and soul ,

Nabra , we lost you !!
A tribute to Nabra , who was beaten to death while walking back from night prayers . In response to daily post prompt meddle.Meddle

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Happiness,love ,peace.

I felt lonely and depressed

Then I found a bottle-

A bottle of happiness

It asked me to write

To write and express

I started to write

My heart and soul felt happiness and calmness.
I felt hatred in air , I saw hatred in eyes of people

Then I found a bottle

A bottle of love

It asked me to smile

To smile at friends , foes and strangers

I started to smile

I started to see love all over .
I felt unrest and fear around me

Then I found a bottle

A bottle of peace

It asked me to hug people

I hugged my family,friends and strangers

Soon I saw happy faces all around .
I took my bottles –

Of happiness,love and peace

Shared it to my friend

And he to his friend

The chain spread on

Until the world was full of

Happiness ,love and peace.

 
How I wish we got some miracle bottles like that ? In response to daily post prompt bottle.Bottle

Daily post · life experience · Poem

School days

Those days of fear and apprehension 

When teacher takes a test 

I’d wished that teacher takes leave; 

Those days of fun and play 

When all were excited 

Just to go for a picnic 

All day in the same bus ;

Those first days of all years 

Worrying if any friends changed schools 

Anxiety at the peak 

And excitement to meet friends ;

Those days of yearly exams 

When we all could speak was subjects 

When all were tensed about one chapter or other

When all would sit together for a last round revision ;

Those lunch breaks 

Sharing the lunch and special food

Bringing an extra lunch box to share biryani ;

Those tensed up moments 

When teacher asks questions 

And the prompts from friends;

Those long phone calls

To talk about the happenings in class ; 

Never knew I was creating memories 

To cherish life long .

The best days in my life – schooldays . In response to daily post prompt create.Create