You may not wage the war, but…

You may not wage the war.
But… let’s not forget,
this world itself
is a battleground.
Each one fights
… for space,
… to find his place,
… or leave her trace.
In this world,
the attacker swings
from the right …
or will hurl at you
from the left;
or hit you
from the rear …
or swing a blow,
straight at
your face.
Over time,
Life teaches you,
my friend, to
be cautious.
Be prepared…
There’s little choice…
get trampled upon…
or, hold your ground.
What’s your choice?

~ Pictowrit

Daughters… they’re special!

Daughters… why are they special?

Like dew drops, soothing.

A balm for your slightest pain

Crying silently,

She hides her tears

Fame with fortune for just one family…

Who’s that? Of course, your son

He carries your name…

Bringing respect-n-respectability to not one, but to two families;

Who do you think that is…  No doubt, your daughter!

Who may give up her name… embracing another

One’s no less than the other…

Your son’s the star, diamond-like… bright, shining

Your daughter’s the hidden pearl… elegant, her luster brilliant

Call it nature, be it fate, or the ways of this strange world,

Treading the ground strewn with thorns, she walks alone,

Tender, flower-like, calming to your eyes… that is your daughter.

No, this isn’t blank verse,

Search for no meter, no beat, nor rhythm in these words,

But they’re not empty, and there is a rhyme and reason

About why they’re written

A cup of crystal-clear water,

Or the morning dew drop,

When you’re down, or feeling downright low

You’ll pick up the phone

To call someone…

What’s there to think

Who do you have

On speed dial

More than likely

There’s your daughter!

~ words-n-motion

Joy… you can hardly wait for more.

It’s like butter
You love it,
You spread it

It’s like chocolate
Once you taste it,
You’ll crave for it

It’s much like ice-cream
Cool,
Even refreshing

It’s like mamma’s milk
While babies thrive on it
As adults
We’ve forgotten it

It’s like music
When you feel it
Inside you
You sing along
Tap your feet
Then play it all again

Joy is all of this, and
None of it
But once you’ve experienced it
You know it, and there’s nothing
That can beat it.

~ words-n-motion

“Alone”

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

My heart feels very heavy; the worries creep along

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Look, wispy clouds are wafting; yonder, romance is thickening

The chill came along, it made its home here;

But look outside, aren’t those butterflies flaunting?

Listen to my heart, in it lives the whole wide world;

Hear this thumping heart, it’s amassed all its silence

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

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Despair is fleeting, life is nothing, there’s no reality, it’s only fiction

When a knife pierces through, why wait in vain,

There’s never counteraction

In this wheel called ‘Time’, I ponder, “Who am I?”

I’m nothing; just a trifling, at best, a tiny-teensy ‘cog’

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

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No matter whom I talk to, fear seizes me

I press my hands together,

With respect, all in all in good faith

In case you are my teacher

In case I am thy teacher

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

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Someone comes up close

Someone drifts afar

Nothing holds an appeal, alas,

This heart is still ablaze

It seems I’m just a jumble

Perhaps I’m a maze

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

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She who dwells inside this heart

Today, her thoughts keep haunting me

O Lord, our parting was a curse upon me

It filled my heart with despair,

Now despair doesn’t pause to catch its breath;

It just keeps trickling down

Today again I’m alone; yet again so lonely

(P.S.: This was my humble attempt at translating a Hindi poem, “Akela”, published by Vijay Akela in “Lashkar“.)