Growing Up

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Day 5 

Growing wings to fly
Leaving behind childhood
Discovering epiphanies of life
Not all scars healed by bandages
Having a vision of what I seek
I smile with a tear rolling down
Missing those careless dolls
And not a whim of worry
Abound lessons of love and hate
I am still grateful for what was there
And what I still have nearby.

Birthday Celebrations


Birthdays and parties
Celebrations and Imaginations
Smiles and all the  fun
It is indeed a beautiful  life.

I remember my childhood always
When birthday parties happened
We all reminisce it still quietly
When we had all the fun.

There used to balloons and strings
Cakes and loads of  good food
We all dressed as the fairy buffoon 
And then there were ‘fun’ games.

As we grew up, the hoopla stopped
But celebrations continued
And sibling always had surprises
Like friends who always loved.

Some surprises happened in between
When love had knocked with smiles
Midnight cake and cards I remember
When dorms gave me lifetime loves.

Now birthdays are all about baking
And some telephonic conversations
But laughter doesn’t really stop
Till people are there to love.

Now nephew makes me live more
And across seas, my family plan
Like I do, for them in time
Over a video, we have celebrations.

I still wish for that surprise
That I can keep for a lifetime
When plannings do succeed for them
And taken aback, I just give teary smiles.

Written as part of the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 25:  Celebrations, Good Times and Poetry

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Little Princess


The youngest one, I remember
And the pampered one was she
Quiet and the different one
But princess of everyone.

The rebel streak she had
Studies she didn’t like
And struggled to keep friends
Yet the dearest of all.

Her brother called her angel
Showered with all surprises
And she smiled forever
For he was his ideal.

She yearned all the trips
To be with her only granny
For she was the sweetest
Like her uncle she lived with.

Running from here to there
Cousins just elevated her
Those trips she forever cherished
For she was queen in that place.

She still remembers and smiles
How life gave her quite much
Scrapped knees has healed
And she still look up to her ‘bhai’.

Written as part of OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 24: Go Back and Go Back Again.


P.S. ‘ Bhai’ is a term of endearment for brother.



Game o games
Lot we did play
From ‘house’ during holidays
To ‘swings’ on which we flew .

Youngest was I, as a child
Friends I did make still
Sometimes smirked at,
But often embraced was I.

I still remember those fights
Outdoor and indoor we played still
Friends they stayed, inspite it all
On birthdays, they made a jam.

My teddy called ‘baba’ was my favorite
For he was gifted when I was little
Taller than me, yet the greatest smile
For he welcomed me into adolescence.

Teenage changed the games I played
Badminton became my favorite game
During basketball I found many smiles
For crushing was also a new game.

Outdoor we often loved to be always
Festivals brought us celebrating
Running from house to house
Was the most ‘cool’ game.

Slowly we all did grow up
Studies was the prerogative
Places changed, friends changed
And I saw what life was still.

Games we now play with gadgets
And poking has replaced pushing
We now share tears with this screen
Which can so not even give us a hug.

Mind games is what is the new ‘in’
Indoor people stay even on festivals
Walk is the only outdoor adults still do
I wonder now why did we desire to grow big?

Written for the OctPoWriMo writing prompt Day 17: Games We Played

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Abused was the word,
She heard unconsciously
With blood piping down
As if a flood came across.

Photographs were captured
Within her innocent mind
As she struggled to live
Nightmares engulfed her .

He was just a friendly face
Smiling with alluring games
She was  a fresh bud still
Unknown to the filthy surrounds.

He had a color in his expressions
As if he loved her presence
He begged her with a ‘please’
To accompany him to the next corner.

Anomaly was he in the world
Isolation he preferred somewhere
Yet, all she saw was some nicety
Not his quest  to exploit her flesh.

A dreaded dragon unleashed on him
With a hunger forbidden by devils
Her giggles and love could no stop
When he approached her with desire.

A path of destruction he paved
For she was too little to endure
Yet, heart was never he had
A monstrous animal fell on her.

The cries were all in vain today
Trust taught a new lesson in life
An innocence was lost for her
When she struggled to keep it safe.

A rescuer somehow hear her pain
But she was long dead by then
An angel had brought her to earth
Forgetting devil await to molest.

Accusations will fly here and there
Politics will play chess in her name
Sympathy and love will take rounds
Some will even seek to kill ‘one’ satan.

With the slight of a hand decisions happen
Yet, we still forget to teach humanity
Says the eyes of the girl in the dead bed
 Then ‘ the show must go on’ and it does.

I may die, or I might survive like stone,
Says the innocent mind of the tarnished
Respect the future, clean the mind
For I desire, no other to be abused.


Written for NaPoWriMo-Day 18

Also Prompted @ 3WW, A-Z blogging Challenge ( P for Photographs), The Sunday Whirl, Inspiration Monday, Trifecta, Carry on Tuesday, Theme Thursday, OSI and We Write Poems

P.S.  I generally avoid writing on social issues but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t disturb me. But mere words would do nothing. So unless I am capable enough to touch a life and improve it I let people judge me. But then, the latest case of a 5 year old baby girl just made me go numb. Read about it here. So I thought let me give my readers something to think about and help making some change. For I believe changes don’t come by protests or punishments but by influencing the internal thinking and mentality of the people who can be future criminals or may borne them . I hope I could  contribute a bit to that through this piece.