Why do dogs and cats depart early?

To prepare grand welcome for us in heaven?

Or because they love us more,

& so much that they can't bear it for other way round.

And hence they wave us goodbye early,

the pure soul evaporating like morning dew before noon. 

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Why me?
Is the question of everyone around me.

Cursing the misfortune,
forgetting the blessings & hope.

It might be dark & cold today, 
But there will be sunshine another day. 

Just keep walking, 
cherishing the flowers on the path & birds singing. 

Smiling and nodding off
"Why me, why always me"? 
because it is not just about me. 

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The spectacle of optimism or pessimism,
Frame life's vision thru' 'this prism

 Optimism spectacle was all merry,
Fragrant earth with greenary.
Birds chirping, blossoming flower 
Blessed seemed everything with this shower.

The season of spring with all hope and joy .
Ahh, the pessimism one was quite gloomy,

Thorns , falling leaves and trees were prickly.
Life was stuck in autumn, dan...

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I don't want to be ogled,

while walking in street,

being comfortable in my own skin,

wearing a short skirt,

or a denim or a saree or a hijab.

Inside the attire it is me,

yes the same me in every dress.

I don't want to be judged,

for my choices or the opinions 

or my voice or my silence. 

in solitude, intimacy or in front of crowd. 

I don't want to be name...

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The scars of something broken,

inside the heart, 

is not for breaking the spirit, 

but to build something new,

with the strokes of scar, 

that painting of color, 

defining the vision and you.

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I thought to pick the color, 
painting the sky and ocean, 
with tales and scenery, 
thoughts and dreams,
hope and happiness, 
all the ups and downs.

Playing  the music,
with symphony
of dreams and hopes,
laughter and giggles,
nodes going up and down,
while the soul kept singing and dancing,
on its own beats,
with no obligations or boundaries,
creating the jazz of arts and emotions

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