Poetry: My Second Date With God

It is my second date

with God.

We both had forgotten

about our first date

so were pretty

excited, thinking

about a first date

between two strangers

though we both realized later

that we both were mistaken.

I had, though, thought about 

God many a times during

my life, after

I gained my senses.

I had talked to God

many a times,

imaging,

imagining,

in a virtual space.

Most of the time it had

been difficult to differentiate

whether it was a talk within

me 

or with someone outside, living

in another world.

The moment we met,

taking it as a first date,

but in actual a second date,

we both realized we had a 

date before,

but had forgotten

each other's faces

and the time.

The first date was before

God dispatched me to Earth

after stamping me with my

date of production,

and now the second date is

when i have reached to my

expiry date and can no longer

stay here, as nobody needs me

here now.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Poetry: Education Slavery Freedom

A young girl of 17
at a price of her freedom of speech in her country
while fighting for education for girls
gets hit by a bullet in her head by 
her own countrymen,
survives, gets another life, 
but to leave her country forever
to save herself against further attacks
gets shelter in another country
where she can live, laugh and write
whatever way she likes.

She gets Nobel peace prize
within seconds, her whole country
where she was born
but had to leave at 15
takes the onus of her, for
belonging to that country
but still not promising
to give her
freedom
to live, laugh and write
on their own soil.

The girl fled away from
her own country
to gain freedom
The free country
with so many educated
men and women
is still enslaved.

A bullet hit in head
can target to take a life
but there is some power beyond
that promises to save by
overpowering cowardice
and providing another space
to breathe.

Poetry: In The Spur Of A Moment

In the spur of a moment, 
a discord between you and me, 
created ripples in the still water, 
generating rile for the whole life.


The whole universe is transformed 
from infinite love to negligible.

Is there another chance
to revive it back 
and survive?

Poetry: Chapter Of That Book Called My Life

                                                                                  

Empowerment, liberty, freedom,
learning, free mind and mindful
were the words I would have wished
to be part of first chapter of that book
titled as "My Life"
and the first chapter
titled as "My Childhood".
Instead the words that got 
imprinted were totally different
and reverse.

Some books are printed only 
as single copy
and single edition.

No Addendum
No Correction
No Reprint
No excuses for misprint.

Best thing is
to focus on
next chapter of that book
where the pages
are still blank
and ready to
inked with
words.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Poetry: Journey Of Life With A Ghost Within

Hangover is still enjoyable
with a Ghost within
I fail to kick in the right time
the Ghost not to overpower me
Ghost gives me a kick
every time I get driven and forget
the right path.

Once read a line from some writer
The power is not in staying
thirsty in a desert
but the real power is
to have a pond in front of you
full of fresh water
and stay thirsty and
controlled

I Wish the Ghost
had understood.

The race is on since long
I lose every time.
He wins every time
He has a confidence to win every time
I have a faith in me that 
One day I will win
One day I will be able to kick
the Ghost,
forever!

helenarothstock.deviantart.com

haiku: ghost

ghost changed its place time to time
in childhood it was in dark
youth age in loneliness
with maturity life values changed
now mostly in mirror

Poetry: When I Was A Child Someone Taught Me

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
real learning is not in
getting good marks
but in becoming wise enough
to take right decisions
and 
do right always!

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
Charity is not in giving
a donation
expecting a favor in return
but should be like 
a mother
who gives everything
to her child
in a selfless manner!

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
giving a meal to a poor
for one time
will do no good in his life
but either build a courage
in him to earn his bread 
on his own
or
have courage to feed him
for life.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
Poor is not who has nothing
to eat
but the one who has plenty
with him
but no heart to share
with the one who doesn't have.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
a beggar need not be in
torn clothes
even a man in suit
begs for fame
in return of feeding poor.

When I was a Child
Someone taught me
that knowledge 
unlike money,
increases when shared 
and real charity
is like a long term
investment with
God.