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386. When Breaths Beat…

Twin Lungs, one Heart,

Three friends..

Vowed to each other,

All their lives..

Will go along, altogether,

We bow before them..

And their friendship,

One beats,

The other two breathes,

One stops beating,

Others stop breathing..!!

…………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•

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385. The Prismic Hues..

Nature’s colour palette, sprinkles all its varying shades, all over the sky,

Paints with yellows, orangish, saffron, vermilion reds, whenever the sun rises and sets,

Brushes with blues, from light, deep dark, to jet blacks, on our evenings and nights,

From white to different shades of greys, when arrives the dense clouds,

A rainbow combines all of them in seven prismic rays, just after the rains,

Various colours from the Sunlight, spread all over the sky, in and around our Earth.

Trees, with varied shades of green, some youthful and young, filled with vibrance,

Some bright, some pale, some ageing dull, from top of a mountain,

They seem so soothing, a view so interesting, a sight such awesome.

Various shades of blue, painting the ocean’s hue, sometimes royal, dark, light, some blue sharp and bright,

Smitten by all the shades of deep and pure love, all from the light of the Sun’s vulnerable warmth.

The mountains, some so freshly green, others with shades of dull, dry, light and deep,

And the snow clad white sparkling ones, looks like pearl stud bejewelled crowns,

The ones, brick red, some with light and some others dark brown,

Displays a catalogue, availing varied range, of all types of shades,

The colourful crown sits so well, on Mother Nature’s crown.

On us, the spell they cast, their hues so divine, the varied shades, Nature’s beauty they enhance,

Our eyes stilled, enchanted under the depth of divinity, Nature looks into our eyes, as mirrors,

Only one beam of Sunlight brings out so many colours from our universe,

As if, Mother Nature holding so many magic paint brushes, altogether,

Like us, to avoid boredom, Nature also loves, to maintain variations.

…………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


384. Vibes…

Feelings…

reach our hearts,

much faster,

even before…

they’re spoken out,

even before…

they’re put into words,

their timing..

always before time,

they travel..

through our vibes..!!

…………………………βœπŸΌπŸ’•


383. A Cold Scold…

My cellphone, confused totally..

Quietly, for long, it observed me..

After watching me, the whole day

Asks me, quite politely,

Who are you, do I know you ??

I went totally blank, asked, what it meant by that,

Not knowing, how to react, it lost its network,

Though the network resumed, it went mute,

Took some time, to think for a while…

The following words, it murmured back, after a while..

“Think clearly how fast, you manage to switch roles..

Calls your son, you talk like a mom..

Calls your mom, you talk like her doll..

Calls your sister young, you guide like her elder one,

Calls your husband, you sound like his second hand,.

Calls up your friends, you giggle like a child,

Calls your in-laws, your relatives, I hear, you’re split into halves,

Have you ever thought, who you really are..??

You keep saying, you believe in being you,

Show me that Being, where is that You..??”

I replied, “How do you say I’m not being me,

The roles I play, they’re all scattered parts of me only..”

It smirks, saying, “Debi, don’t you forget this simple truth,

I hear your voice, every time you swipe my green call sign,

Through my ears only, you speak and laugh, each and every time.”

Actually, my ‘Being Me’ prefers, silence in such debates, not to argue with cells,

My ‘Being Me’ thinks, we, human beings are all rational animals, living in a human jungle,

‘Being Me’, to me, means, sharing with and caring for all around,

Or else, my ‘Being Me’, would’ve preferred, going to and living in, a green jungle, all alone..!!

……………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


381. To Plead…

Prayer.,

Here’s someone pleading before you..

A Soul, to part ways with its Body,

It wanted to serve humanity,

But couldn’t, its Body wasn’t ready,

Soul couldn’t reach there Bodily,

So, all it wants now, to go alone, get ready,

Sooner it needed to reach, the needy..!!

πŸ•ΈοΈ

Please, dear Prayer,

Please, tell them now..

Body can never escape,

It can never leave the Soul,

Till the Body returns back all..

Whatever, it has taken from this World..!!

……………………………….βœπŸΌπŸ’•


380. Spices…

Though, all of us have both Hearts and Minds,

Yet, with any one of them only, we live our lives,

Not knowing at all, the art of balancing,

Some prefer living life, following their Hearts more,

Others, with their Minds only, they blindly go..!!

Some love to live their life,

Totally based on Luck,

Whereas some others believe completely,

On work .. work .. and .. work..!!

Some, obedient enough, to learn quite fast,

From other’s experiences and advices.,

Some prefer learning on their own,

From their own mistakes and vices..!!

According to one lot, it’s better to face the odds,

The outcome of the mistakes of their own..

Than to blame others, for being unable to try something new,

They’d rather explore more, to tread paths untrodden..!!

Some love to play safe, without much into useless hassle,

Intelligently avoiding the unknown paths.,

Love to follow the readily set trends in the paths of life,

Not ready to waste time, on exploring an unknown life.

Both correct in their respective views and vibes,

Variety in thoughts, invariably needed, to move ahead in life,

Not to judge any of them, variety being the spice of our lives,

That’s why we’re variably made, to make us all, take interest in Life..!!

………………………..βœπŸΌπŸ’•