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Blank Spaces

Breaking a relation where love exists but hidden is difficult. Every romantic love relationship starts blissfully. As time passes the soaked-in-love partners begin to note the "Blank Spaces". Squabbles turn into banter and then take the shape of feud. Both the involved side generally tend to forget to overlook and forgive the other. All that started with "we" begins to end with "I". And eventually the decision to part is taken. But where love still exists, parting becomes temporary and miraculously works in favour of their relation. They realize that a little forgiveness could bestow on them lifelong love.

So let's begin to mend our ways and fill those blank spaces in our love relationship.

BLANK SPACES

The way it started, I remember,
Those pleasant memories of summer,
But how the cards fell,
I could not know,
The sound of it went unheard,
Amidst the noise that surrounded us,
The creases that were formed,
Bearing the stresses for long,
How the threads moved apart,
And the yarn (un)spun,
Neither you nor I could hold,
Hold back the raging flames,
The burns , the bruises revealed,
How the home turned into a house,
All that love leaking out,
Leaving behind red bricks uncovered,
As "we" got strangled between you and me,
And "I" stood alone,
How silence became our conversation,
Happiness, a far dream,
The same cup of coffee tasted bitter,
For the same you and me,
As intolerance became our tenant,
We walked away our own way,
With lost love, wrecked heart,
Knowing not the tortuous path,
And how it could merge again,
Before this rots and beings to smell,
Let's mend our mistakes,
And fill the blank spaces.

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

X-mas

December, the last month of the year comes with a festive mood, especially the 25th December, birth day of Jesus Christ. This day being celebrated as Christmas across the globe. Since my schooldays I associated Christmas with snow, Santa, stocking, gifts, cakes, chocolates and long holidays. And these continue to be the celebratory items even today, not just for me but for every child. It is the time when families come together. Christmas not just exemplifies merriment and togetherness, it also stands for hope that darkness would eventually leave.

So for this year's Christmas, my poem for the children.

X-mas

Jingling bells of winter,

Sounds every December,

Here comes happy holidays,

Like warmth of the sun-rays,

One night of empty stocking,

Filled with gifts next morning,

Santa visits all, tells my Mom,

Rich girl Tina and also poor Tom,

Each one's family together to merry,

With cakes, chocolates and cherry,

Fear and sadness all gone,

For this day Hope was born.

White wings and Red horns

They have been part of bedtime stories since ages. Angels and Devils. And that is how every kid gets his/her first moral teachings of life. The concept of good and evil might be unfathomable at their age if told in a bland manner. To explain them that good and evil both reside within us might be slightly tough in a direct way. And that is when all stories, poems and songs give a helping hand. Say the same as stories or sing as a poem , they grasp it well and easily.

When I started writing for a kid's theme I was skeptical. I had never written children's poetry, until now. I was definitely nervous. I had to take care that the lines should be simple, understandable and easy to rhyme along for the kid.

And as a reward for my effort, my friend's niece won the first prize reciting this poem. It is extremely satisfactory to know that someone recited your poem so well. Takes me back to my childhood days.

So here it goes my maiden poem for the kids on their day. Happy Children's Day.

White wings and Red horns

Little wings white,

Angel tells what's right,

Red Devil horns,

Teaches me all wrong,

I searched with my cat,

And found them in my heart.

This is my cute reciter

That smaller one is still my home

The train stopped at it's last destination and her journey began. The enormous city, sea of unfamiliar faces and with a known suitcase,Kiran embarked on her job life, 4 years ago. The emotions were same as any other newbie in her office. She was afraid but this freedom was what she wanted for long. As time moved ahead Kiran crossed confirmation, promotions and above all 4 years in this unknown city just like one of those many. Strangers became a priority and family missed the regular calls. She is satisfied but doubtful, if happy.
Today while returning from office the girl in the bus was a reflection of her, 4 years ago.
Kiran asked her, "Where are you from?"
The answer brought back old, beloved memories, which Kiran now laments.

That smaller one is still my home

Freedom, I yearned for it,
While everything around was familiar,
I desired for strange aspirations,
Now when every day is unexpected,
I turn through the album old,
Searching the familiarity I once captured,
From stingy lanes to broad highways,
From cozy walls to glass buildings,
From pocket money to salary,
From casual to formal,
I have grown,free and strong,
All along the way,
More names, no relations I've added,
Busy in conversation with just voices,
My own get listed as a missed call,
Some days I am proud where I am,
All days I wish to relax,
With a sip of coffee from "Her" kitchen,
Another of "His" life lessons,
Or teasing that sibling young,
This bigger city may have build my job,
But that smaller one is still my home.

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad[POETICbug]

Each day a kind deed.

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Blank Spaces

X-mas

White wings and Red horns

White wings and Red horns

That smaller one is still my home

That smaller one is still my home

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