Things That Matter

 Hold me in your arms

I want to cry my heart out.

I want to shriek loud

I want to speak out.

(There isn't any emoji 

which could convey how I feel)

Tell you everything that

hides in my heart,

about worries and difficulties,

of which,

you never have been a part.

(Life beyond smartphone is 

real and tough, 

a smiley doesn't mean

I am fine)

I want to see

Straight in your eyes.

I want to listen to you too

Of everything

bleak and bright.

(An audio-video message 

doesn't convey

the whole truth.

Every time, it looks 

well-rehearsed)

Come, let us sit together

and listen to each other.

Let's share the day's trivia 

And things that matter.

(Sitting together- not like every day,

Side by side on a sofa,

Eyes glued to separate screens

Hands groping for peanuts

In the same bowl)

Let's discuss this in person-

'Things that matter'

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Born Again

Father has grown old.

Grey hair, like silver.

And on eyes are,

the gold-rimmed glasses.

Brooding, sitting in a corner

or perhaps drowsing,

with head tilted to one side.

Fingers moving lightly 

with each breath,

lips matching the rhythm.

My daughter runs to him

and his eyes light up.

A big smile lights up

the face as well.

In my daughter

I see myself,

sitting in his lap.

I feel born again

being blessed with,

a second lease of life.

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Random Thoughts

 We have read histories

And we know 

What happened around.

Aren't we following 

The doom path they went?

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