Bubbles

The iridescent bubbles played games with the street light by the window showing all the colours at once on the same film.

They emanated from the bubble maker in Kavya's restless hands.

It was 2 o clock in the morning, it was another sleepless night as a mother.

The previous day Kavya's daughter had spoken her first word, calling her mother "Amma!" - the happiness of being recognized as a mother was overwhelming!

But, as a daughter, she could not stop wondering how her own mother felt tonight after disowning her 26 years ago, merely because she was born as a girl.

Written for Lillie McFerrin Writes - Bubbles.

The Mask

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You have slashed away my wings
I used to be a free bird that sings.
I came down crashing to the ground
My life changed soon in a bound.

There was no more freedom
Yet, I made the ground my kingdom
I brought my own sunshine
I thought my life was again mine.

Your pleasure was not satisfied yet
The more you got, the more you wanted to get
So they tore my body apart
Ruthless men had no heart!

A thing of beauty is joy forever
Beauty is only for respect and savour
People thought so once upon a time
Now every woman is a victim of crime.

Today I am left with only a face
Shame to mankind that lacks grace!
I am the modern woman with a mask
Every woman wears it, if you ask!

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 280 

Follow

I saw a mirage
It looked promising
I ran to follow.

I came a long way
With a tired and panting heart
Chasing a wrong dream.

Before I knew it,
Before I stopped to reflect,
My life was half done.

Could you hold my hands,
Show me the ethereal,
If I followed you?

Please do hold my hands
Oh, spiritual Guru!
I will follow you.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "follow"

Pointless

She just ran from one stage of life to another - from being a girl; to a woman; to a wife; to a mother; to a mother-in-law; to an aged dying person. 

Life just moved on and she swam with the flow without questioning, "What is the point?"

She had lost her husband in her early years, she was the only bread winner for her growing children, she struggled to give them a life that she could not make, she married them off only to put up with a difficult daughter-in-law and grand children.

Finally she died today morning just throwing away all those scorching years for a toss.

When I saw her for the last time, dead and crumpled in white sheets, I asked myself " What is the point?"

Spiral

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Life is as you take it
A downward spiral
Or an upward miracle
Choose what seems fit.

Be sure to take one step a time
'Cause life is short and fleeting
You have to do your own climbing
'Cause you cannot buy everything with dime.

What goes around, comes around
So be fair to every person you meet
Say nice words, smile and greet
It is up to you to be lost or found.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 279 

Sweep

As wind swept leaves
"I am not done living yet"
Read the epitaph.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "sweep"

Not so perfect

Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker

It was her first time in the girls' hostel. Until then she had never shared a room with anyone. Being a team was something her system could not understand. This was a whole new experience altogether and she opted for it. Little did she know that she had to wait in a queue until the one inside finished her bath turn by turn. She looked away scornfully cursing her mates.

How would she know it is okay to wait for someone as long as they are friends ? It is okay to lose some time for someone if you can make a good friend. It is okay to give up something that is yours for someone as long as you make moments and memories that are unforgettable.

It is really okay to not be so perfect all the time. Somebody please tell her.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 277

Calm

When life questions you,
And you are in serious doubt,
Keep calm and move on.

Life never promised
Only sunshine and flowers
Keep calm and move on.

This phase shall soon pass
So hang on there for sometime
Before you give up.

When tomorrow comes
And the storm is soon over,
You will smile again.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "calm"

Look away

Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa

She was always expecting his return or a sign that he still loved her. It was going to be dusk. It was the time he would always come back home and give her a warm hug. This longing, this setting sun, this evanescence was overwhelming. She always looked for him and he looked for her too. Only that they did not know they always looked in the wrong direction.

They just did not look for happiness at the right time and at the right place.


Written for Magpie Tales: mag 276

Thorn

When you smile and cheer
And nothing could bother you
Life is bloomed roses.

We make memories
That one fine day make us cry
Roses come with thorns.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "thorns"