If at all, yes, if at all,  I had magical powers, I would have banished Mr.Sun (the brightest star) to a land, where he will never rise and shine!

Hey You!

The Round sized one,

Mr. Sun,

Aren’t you lazy?

Mr.Poker,

I warn You!

Do not, Do not,

Poke  me with your Rays.

I know!

You don’t have a kid,
Chronic Bachelor

That you are,
You sleep sound at night.

Gaze upon,

‘tis  a murky morning,

of mist and dew.

How I wish,

Mr.Sunny,

You miss the alarm,

You be entangled by deep slumber.

Abracadabra!  

I utter,

Let the clouds freeze upon you!

I create, what I say :)

Oh, Mother, 

My Sweet Moma,

Do me a favour!

 Pull me a warm blanket,

 Let me, Puh-lease!

Let me fall asleep.

Nah, Naah, Naaah,

Nope, I don’t feel the need,

To rise and shine,

For I am too lazy,

To wake up premature.

Aaah! Yawn, yaawn!

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Ishaan, has turned One-year-old today and he’s begun to toddle.  However, his Papa  is worried.  

What could be the reason? Read on.

The Lil one toddles.

One-two-two-one,

Three-four-two-one.

One step to the fore,

Two steps lateral,

The toddler wobbles.

His tiny Lil steps,

Now adventurous.

His Lil feet fragile,

But focused.

Zigzag, the toddler waddles.

Step ahead he’s got,

Into the dark,

Ready to explore the unknown.

May the Guardian Fairy

Be his lantern,

May the Glowing Sun

Keep the evil away.

Am paranoid,

For, the  world out there

Is rough and tricky.

Leaving my little finger,

 he walks in haste,

Determined!

Turn around, Oh Lil One!

For, Papa stands

In anticipation,

With his arms wide open,

To carry you safe, in his arms,

 back home,

Home-Sweet-Home.

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Image courtesy: AJ's Photo Collection.

I, son of Adam,
 I, the Common Man.

Just as my predecessor,

I love Nature,
I love Life,
I love Color,
I lust for Love,

I am a Common Man.

I wasn’t politically correct,
Neither was I diplomatic,
I was ME.

I was a common man then.

Donkey’s years back,

Serpentine had Hissed,
Eve was lured,

Had bit the forbidden apple.

Then on,

Mankind transformed,
Intelligent, I became.

I, the not so Common Man,

I, now the diplomat.

Of the transformed,

A few became bankers,
To sell dreams,
To inculcate savings,
To provide for the have-nots.

Have-nots progressed,

To be Bountiful,

Alas, the bankers still count,

Count their days,

To be bountiful.

Six days a week,

With no repose,

Nor

Tranquility,

We run,

To take the Republic,

To newer heights.

I, Voice out,

For a weekend off,

Saturdays to sit with family,

Sundays to munch with Son.

My Voice,

Echoes and thunders,

but,

Fades away

Amidst,

the stormy,

and boisterous

customers.

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Thou, Lord of Universe,

Thou, the Master,

Thou, the Provider,

 Thus, Absolute.

Thy lotus feet, I prostrate.

Scholars say,

Thou, blue skinned.

I smile,

As thou not blue,

but black,

As a lunar eclipse night.

Though,

Benevolence radiates.

I absorb.

Carved in Wooden Stump,

Round, outsized eyes.

Despite,

I see

Compassion, in thy eyes.

You bestow Upon.

Thy mold,

Unlike, a human,

Imperfect.

Imperfection, thy persona

Yet, Perfect,

The world crafted.

Hey Mortal!

Read beyond the written.

Imperfects,

the differently abled,

Are equally equal.

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And then, virtually we met.

.

From acquaintances,

To best pals,

Moving ahead, 

to be the intimate one's,

The relationship grew.

We met at his dorm,

He poured us a drink.

Over the drink,

the inhibitions banished,

And then..

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Lust is eruptive and Volcanic. Beware, Eros the God of Passion and lust is eyeing at you.

The river mild

With Supple ripples

Awaits our unison

Sun rays shimmer

Inhibitions, I shed

Stand tall

Embraced by the breeze

The muted cool breeze

turns wild, churns up

the wild desires

At the horizon

I see a rainbow

 and 'Eros' with a bow

Gushing in me

a twirl of emotions

evoking the mild ripples

with

Volcanic eruptions.

Now, I soak

 in the lava

Of the darkest desire

and lust

  to be immersed

In the dust of lust forever.

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I have a wish.

Just

An odd

 crazy wish.

If at all,

 i could age

hunger-less,

How awesome it will be!

I Fancy.

Hunger for power,

 for wealth,

Hunger for fame

And

For lust,

Overpowers mankind.

Eve and serpentine

The root cause

For all.

Fruit of the tree,

they say,

Reason for progress

Of mankind.

Progress of mankind,

 truth or myth?

Equal were the resources then,

Unequal, are they now.

White-winged Doves

flew free then,

Vultures hover

over us now.

Eve, serpentine, the forbidden fruit,

The root cause for all.

Planet earth,

The mother earth,

 Divided and subdivided.

Color, creed, gender

now the basis.

Love, compassion

Turns Diplomatic.

Adam, bears it all

With a grin,

For he is cursed.

From Sweat of his brow,

Bread he earns.

Waiting for his turn

To turn into dust.

Alas!

How i wish

The story of Genesis

was just a story.

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I open my eyes

To see a lil Sunflower

Bloom

 A gentle breeze

Brush my soul

Yea! It’s a baby boy

It’s within him

My heart beats

The stars twinkle

Shares the joy along me

We belong

To each other.

Then,

I buy him a toy

A toy that’ll change lives

A gun

A toy gun

A metal one

For he’s a baby boy

Ain’t a Baby Girl

The Moon howls

Stars shun their twinkle

 Playfully

he hammers all

with the gun

I cheer him

for

Spectacular was his show

He and the Gun

Both now inseparable

The power of Gun

Made him a hooligan

I repent

I cuss myself

I reason

If at all

I had showered love

Instead

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Blissful

 Two-getherness.

Love flows seamless,

binds them.

Together, they are “I”

Not “U” & “I”

Questions of Care

still commutes

amongst them.

As is,

they have accepted

each other.

‘tis, adorable to see them frown,

 to find no traces

the next moment.

I am puzzled,

What makes them tick?

Helping hand

they extend,

 together they stand

tall.

Parents,

The living Gods.

On their

flesh and blood

the younger generations

strive.

But,

How abrupt the

Old

deprived

 a life of

Dignity!

Hey, You!

Gaze into their

eyes,

see your reflection.

How can you

abhor them?

You have sucked

Onto them

forever.

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