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Cookies

Oat cookies by For Goodness Cake
Oat cookies by For Goodness Cake

Once there lived a boy, mischievous and joyful,

Curiosity overpowered his fear for a living.

Sometimes they would lead to bountiful discoveries

Other times lead them to deep deep trouble.

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When troubles would haunt him,

Run to his mother he would.

For she always knew the magic spell

That would push his troubles far far away.

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What was that magic spell?

Cookies – freshly baked with love of course.

Nothing could bother him

As he munched on the warm and crisp biscuits.

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Today, long forgotten is the carefree childhood.

His day begins with heavy tensions of what may happen.

His day progresses with pressures of pleasing bosses.

As night befalls, anxiety for the following day creeps in.

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Mother sends him his favourite cookies routinely,

However, they lie stacked in the most ignored corner of his room.

If only he would nibble them, he would be transported,

Back to the days where was life celebrated.

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If only…..

Poem written for the oat cookies by For Goodness Cake (www.forgoodnesscake.co.in)

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Mice under a flower

Mouse under a flower painted by Ayushi Shah
Mice under a flower painted by Ayushi Shah

 

The Sun hid behind the dark grey clouds,

Its subdued rays spoke of a defeated battle against the Thunder-Goddess.

The nimbus threatened with a raging cloudburst and frightening lights.

While everyone scattered back to their promising shelter,

Two souls immersed in love, stood strong under a flower.

No blinding lights no roaring thunder could intimidate them.

Thunder laughed at the challenge imposed,

She poured harder and harder with every second.

“You shall fear me!”, She announced with ego held high.

However, with every downpour that came came harder,

The mice embraced each other stronger.

Their soul was one despite being different.

Her ego was bruised,

And try harder she must.

Finally the Thunder registered a feigning victory.

The deluge swept away two mice bodies,

For their soul had departed.

The Thunder laughed at her pseudo-win,

Never knowing the souls were United stronger than ever.

 

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Monsoon & me

We go back a long way, the two of us.

Our connection goes as back as my memory takes me;

It has stood the test of time immortal.

You taught me, then, to float paper boats

You teach me, now, to take refuge from burden called life.

I follow you to the core out and out,

For even now, amidst all the routinely hustle,

I sit by you sipping on a smoking hot coffee.

I lose myself in reminiscing memories of our past encounters

Each encounter so vivid and fresh as if it was just yesterday.

 Start of new school year, new friends, fresh beginnings.

Your healing prowess is like none other,

You wash away unforgetful regrets and daunting failures.

Selfishly, I keep devouring from you, all the strength and wisdom

Yet you don’t account for these kindness, not even a penny.

Likes of you never was, never will be.

So pure, so sincere, so Godly.

Easy as it is to lose in you, I need to get back to my hustle.

I shall be back, again with my simmering coffee.

Until then, I bid adieu.

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Tiger

Tiger photographed by Ayush Singh
Tiger photographed by Ayush Singh

Ferocity is timid in juxtaposition to thee.
Thou walkest the earth with flair of majesty.
Goddess Agni, herself paints thy stripes,
God of thunders lends you his roar.

But O you poor poor soul! How I pity thee!
For mankind from fear and hypocritical pride
Has slaughtered thy soul as if uncorking red wine.

Yet, thou keeps up thy vanity despite thy falling numbers.
Thou never stoops despite the atrocities committed.

O artless smoulder, forgive my humanity!

Tiger photographed by Ayush Singh (Ayush Singh Photography)

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Gorilla

Gorilla Photograph by Ayush Singh
Gorilla Photographed by Ayush Singh

Pride held high on his face, our burly cousin knuckle-walked into the arena.

Bloodshot eyes looked fiercely into the eyes of his predators, as the Kong raised himself on his legs.

With a deafening uproar, he pounded his chest as the metal weapons were raised.

Life left his eyes, but valour did not.

Photographed by Ayush Singh (Ayush Singh Photography)