Hey Bird - It is an Ace!

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Hey Bird!

It's not just you

who can scale higher horizons.

I too, a woman

can reach those heights of happiness

just like you so elegantly do.

Hey Bird!

It's not just you

who can build a nest high in yonder skies.

I too, can make a home,

a dream home at that

high up with the love of my imagination.

Hey Bird!

Pride not

For being able to fly high

I too can fly with the wings of my thoughts

Feeling the breeze brush against my face.

It is definitely an Ace!

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Care To Dance?

 

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Does my dancing
irk you so
that you glance and stare
perceiving me
enjoying life
without You?

As my feet move
to kiss the floor
and my hands
gently brush against my dress
I embrace life
on My terms!

Dancing alone
is no fun, you might complain.
But then, it is foolish anyway
to step aside from a loving life
and wonder why love is on the other side.
So, let's dance together!

Till you make your choice
I am going to make love
to the foot tapping music
and sway with the happy breeze.
Call me when you are ready.
I shall be there for you. Any time!

For Magpie Tales 181

Yours and Mine

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You draw my lines

And I draw yours.

Together

We sketch 

Lines and landscapes, language and love.

You let your pointed pencil

Wedge into my thoughts

While my blunt lead

Brushes away your worries.

Let's make a collage of our memories.

Your hand is always there

For Me. I know.

My hand too. For you.

Let's sketch the lines on our hands

And make a future of a lifetime!

For Magpie Tales 180

Abyss of Creation

Is this all there is to writing?

A sheet of paper,

a typewriter

and words

languishing

to make their presence felt?

What about thoughts that run beserk

every time they are prompted

to put themselves on paper?

What about gushing emotions

that fail to conceive

when the time for birth is due?

The blank page

like life, like desire

descending into an abyss,

an act in itself

to experience

the pleasure of pain and creation.

Magpie Tales

Lemon Bashing

The lonely lemon lay lost

wondering

about the juice of life

that lay hidden within

yet, untapped

the aroma obvious

yet, unimaginable.

All it needed

was a friendly fork of a fiend

to shake hands,

and pull out the taste of life.

When it did

the effect was fantastic -

with the delicious summer juice

came the fun filled festival of

friendly fervor -

the Indian way,

the Holi* way.

*Holi: The Indian festival of colors that will be celebrated this month.

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They tell it all..

Gloves on the table

tell stories

of the owner-

how well they were treated,

how carelessly used or misused,

all like the human persona,

used and abused,

roughly handled

or kept carefully,

wrapped

in the treasure chest

of safe emotions,

valued relationships.

Gloves -

they tell it all.....

Magpie Tales: gloves

Cup of Life!

Cups change consecutively.
Sizes and shapes sizzle.
Their fame flies fabulously.
But the aim remains
The same.


To judge.
To prod.
To test.
To pick and choose.
To move on.


 Taken in 
by the glamor
of a glowing glass -
a crystal,
a piece of metal.

We bend over backwards.
Striving hard, to gather something
we do not deserve.
What is a cup anyway? 
A piece, a part of life itself.




Magpie Tales: Winner's Cup

Rosary of Belief

The rosary curtained the little locket,
the powerful image of the monkey god-
Lord Hanuman.
As every holy bead rolled over 
by the devout finger
of a spiritual mind
gathering symbolic vibrations
of love, devotion and grace.
The mace, 
the mountain,
the leaping image over lake and fountain
only strengthened 
faith wound around
beautiful beads of belief.
I hold the rosary 
in my trusting twines 
of twirling thought
only to discover the Lord!


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Secret Agent Cock-a-doodle doo!

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He rules my day

commencing at will

disallowing me from deceiving my alarm clock

a man made equipment,

no match to this rooster's cock-a-doodle-do!

Weekday or Weekend, 

he knows no difference

ruthlessly waking me up

from my world of dreams.

Who does he think he is?

The Almighty's secret Agent?

The Dead Speak!

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Memories have a way of coming back -

in graveyards, where they lie forlorn

surrounded by the live reflections of the dead!

Like that writing on the wall

reminding you of what could have been,

grudging you for your stony existence!

Amidst the silence of silenced souls

lies that noisy chaos of the dead

still expecting from you what you could not give!

The slab but a mortal barrier from the dead and gone.

We know not but, they live; they indeed do!

Having a good laugh at our obsessed desire to live on...