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It’s a full circle

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It’s a full circle. My pursuit(career) started with India’s leading national daily TOI(The Times of India). I still feel the affinity and belongingness as it was more than an organisation but a family to me too those days. The learning, edification, and the bondings I made there still stays intact.
Saying so I cite below my article, an everyday short story picked up from daily humdrum of life with a theme of universal bonding in ‘The Times of India – Soul Curry‘ column:

http://timesofindia.indiatimes. The com/life-style/relationships/soul-curry/A-tale-of-two-moms/articleshow/52221544.cms

 

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An Inimitable Gift

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imageThe WordPress poem challenge few days back was elevating, proposing the poets to write a piece of poem or verse incorporating three distinctive elements together – ‘Acrostic’, ‘Simile’ and the theme should be ‘Gift’. Confining creativity within forms and boundaries do ask for efforts. The poem is a dedication to my son, my bundle of joy. Here’s my timid attempt:

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An Inimitable Gift

Mother to thee
Yonder destiny.
Sole riches
One’s earnest plea.
Nimble as Mercury,
Darlin’ of mine.
Igniting the light of affection;
Vermilion as dusk in glee.
Inundated kisses
Nature’s inimitable gift.
Epiphany in cacophony,
Gladness to authority.
Infinite like horizon
Fathoms my love for you,
The dearest of me.

 

 

Colour Blue denotes usage of Acrostic. An Acrostic is a poem or form of writing in which the first letter, syllable or word of each line or paragraph spells out a word or a message. ‘MY SON DIVINE GIFT’ is the acrostic being used in the poem.

Colour Red denotes usage of Simile.
A Simile is a figure of speech involving the comparison of one thing with another thing of a different kind through connecting words such as ‘like’, ‘as’, ‘so’, ‘then’, making the description more emphatic and vivid.

‘Mercury’ in the poem denotes Roman god known for his speed and mobility.

 

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A Relationship

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A dainty bloom
impregnated with fondness,
Nurtured by faith.
Termites of mistrust
can devour it to death.
Seldom words of expression
offers bounty in validation.
But in the end,
All that tantamounts is
each act and every deed
of thoughtfulness and dedication.

An invisible thread;
Fragile but iridescent
Merging two absolute –
though distinctive and resolute.
Hearts intermingle.
Subconscious interconnect.
Unfamiliar becomes familiar
in the longing for completion.
And on the trail towards unknown,
Hope springs from dejection.

We are creatures of logic
But emotions too.
In search of finding the suitable,
When we dare to reveal ourself fully
and care to be vulnerable,
When we refuse to amuse the old sores
howmuch ever palpable,
Only then can we find –
The richness and direction.
A Relationship
Which thrives on genuineness,
true dependability and no imitation.

An intersection;
Which breathes on selflessness
and deeper comprehension.
A point, a place;
Which is enduring enough
to withstand any odds or ordeal
regardless how patchy or rough
with the bliss of togetherness
and ardent devotion.

As matters of heart has it’s own frame!
This ain’t a number game,
where two halves do not make a whole.
When it comes to Love,
It takes two wholes
to make a consummate relation.
A state, A bond,
An Unison;
Where souls blossom
while in the path of self-realisation.

 

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Love’s labour’s lost…

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Broken jar
Wasted dinner
In kitchen sink.
Shaken bed
Tumbled sheets
Pillows distressed.
Piles of magazines
Never been touched.
The only thing speaking
Is the TV
On the living room.
The only beats resounding
Is the flicker
On the mobile.
Mind just races
While the heart so bleeds.
Broken beyond repair
Love in despair.
Loneliness slumbers,
Unfulfilled yearnings
they are struck to.
Unforgiving hurts
they cling to.
When destiny mocks,
Trust is tossed.
Promises seems surreal,
And the heartbreak it cost.
Union of convenience breeds
As Love’s labour’s lost.

 
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