Just Laugh

Laugh like the daisies
Bobbing in the breeze.
Laugh like the little dew
Shining on green leaves.

Laugh like the golden Sun
Blazing in the afternoon.
Laugh like the great ocean
Glistening white and blue.

Laugh like the midnight sky
Twinkling with tiny stars.
Laugh like the crescent satellite
Beaming from a distance far.

Let there always be laughter
And reasons to laugh out loud.
Let it fill the heart with rapture
Like a rainbow in the clouds.

Let laughter be your pal
In moments of sadness.
Let it cast its magic spell
As the harbinger of happiness.

A Different Kind of Hero

Not all heroes come to the rescue.
Some step back and cheer for you.
Not all heroes have shining armours.
Some instill hope in dreary corners.
Not all heroes ride steeds that fly.
Some ignite a spark in your mind.
Not all heroes wield a sharp lance.
Some till the earth with their hands.
Not all heroes have superpowers.
Some translate sunsets and flowers.
Not all heroes lead battle armies.
Some clean the rivers and the seas.
Not all heroes save damsels in danger.
Some choose to walk to protect Nature.
Not all heroes have great conquests.
Some create vaccines against viruses.
Not all heroes wear a flowing cape.
Some become examples of change.
Not all heroes are decorated knights.
Some use verse to spread the light.

The Folded Page

It was a strange time.
Standing at the edge,
I was unable to decide –
Should I take the step?

A lot had been advised.
A lot also introspected.
Yet I stood on the line
Fearing the unexpected.

What if I should fail?
What if I should lose?
Defeated by self-blame,
I searched for a truce.

Should I turn back?
Should I reconsider?
Maybe another plan
Could avoid failure.

Frustrated, I scribbled
“I Can’t” on a blank page.
Then, left it folded,
Trying hard to forget.

With no decision yet
I unfolded the page.
The crease had split
The written phrase.

Then, it was that I saw
The “I Can” in the “I Can’t.”
And, with a feeling of awe
I let go of my “Shan’ts.”

We all need such messages
At the crossroads of our lives.
And, this is how a folded page
Helped me overcome my strife.

Mirth

O! What is a life worth
If it is devoid of mirth?
Like the stars at night
Some laughter delights.

So laugh away with joy
Like little girls and boys.
Open your eyes to see
Moments to be happy.

There’s always a choice
To be gloomy or rejoice.
When you get the chance
Make merry and dance.

Like Nature, free yourself.
Watch trouble ease itself.
Let mirth become a habit.
It’s a vitamin for the spirit.

My Withered Rose

Somewhere in a corner of my mind,
Deep within dark caverns labyrinthine,
There lies a dusty memory in repose
Very much akin to a withered, red rose.

The petals are dry, but deeply shaded
With just a little fragrance, now faded.
And frozen in space and time, with it
Are stem, leaves and thorns complete.

In moments that are entirely my own
To that secluded chamber, I feel drawn,
And I relive precious moments of my life-
Moments that have long passed me by.

The scenes evoked are vivid and bright.
The events and people all come to life.
It is as if time stopped in its tracks
And turned around to take me back.

Hooked, I long to seek the rose again-
To revel in the walk down memory lane.
The rose lies motionless in suspension-
Withered, yet alive, by untold emotions.

Action Required – Acceptance

Let’s consider some perspectives.
The Sun moves around the center of the galaxy
Completing one orbit in a cosmic year.
Each cosmic year equals 230 million Earth years.
And the Sun has seen 20.5 cosmic years.
The Earth moves around the blazing Sun.
Completing one orbit in a year.
Each year equals 365 Earth days.
And the Earth has seen 4.5 billion years.
And then there’s you, racing around all your desires.
Letting unfulfilled expectations rule.
Passing judgements based on emotions.
Creating definitions from perceptions.
In an average life span of seventy years,
You forget that all that matters is
Not the next day, hour or minute,
But just the next second
When you – breathe.

When Imagination Takes Flight

Logic says the Moon is far away from Earth.
384,400 kilometers away to be precise.
A thin layer of gases form its atmosphere
And breathing these would surely cause a human to die.
Its surface is uneven with many round craters
Where space rocks crash and the ground gets pulverized.
But the wings of my dreams take me on an adventure
In which I can whoosh away to the silver satellite,
And discover that it is entirely made of cheddar
As the old man living there greets me with a high five.
“But this defies logic!!!” So will say the naysayers.
And yes, it’s true, what they say is right.
But listen closely to me, my brothers and sisters.
Nothing’s impossible when imagination takes flight.

Artificial Intelligence

Do you know Siri, Cortana or Bixby can be of assistance
To set reminders or to look for misplaced earphones?
No, these are not the names of lovers or girlfriends.
These are some creations with artificial intelligence.

Have you heard about robotaxis that drive on their own?
Or shopped at stores without any checkout interaction?
All of these are not from the pages of science fiction.
These are the manifestations of artificial intelligence.

Yes, to create machines that interact like humans,
To provide them with a mechanism for making decisions,
To go beyond the edges that limit his own reasoning,
This is man on his journey with artificial intelligence.

What was just imagination in the times ancient
Is now evolving into reality in the name of solutions.
Scientists assure that it will never replace humans,
But will this child be the father of the bionic man?

The Mirror Never Lies

‘Tis true that the mirror never lies.
‘Tis a logic that couldn’t be defied.
What you are is what you will see,
And this is for all things till infinity.

The mirror sees all and reflects all –
Beauty that appeals; scars that appall.
No color or curve can stay hidden
When tested in a mirror’s reflection.

The mirror is a window to the world
That ones own eyes couldn’t behold.
With every minute detail, it unfurls
A vision of the depths of the soul.

A mirror will never distort the truth
Even if it’s broken in tiny pieces, too.
In moments when delusions surround
The verity, in a mirror, can be found.

Why?

If reason would have ruled, there’d be no wars
What prompts men to maim and kill their brethren,
If not emotions like hatred, disdain, fear and anger?
Why don’t the cries and sufferings from times ancient
Lead us towards a peaceful life with each other?
Why do we trade reason to pacify these bitter emotions?

Deep Within

Deep within each one of us,
there lies a child so tender –
Bright-eyed and innocent,
curious and full of wonder.
O! Where’s the map to retrace
This long-forgotten treasure?