A READING RELATION

 A part of daily life of mine,

time spent with you is priceless,
A treasure house,
available for pittance.

Everyone can reach you,
Discrimination out of your reach
old or new, each time you surprise me.

I can never have enough
Try sneaking you in my bag always!
You are greatest travel comfort.
Tired, or upset, I pick you up,
and forget my troubles.

I temptingly drown in world of yours
Thirty to forty minutes soaking you,
calms me down.
Just you in my hands and
the conversation we have
is incalculable.

The amazing wealth you offer me,
expecting nothing in return
each time I hold you,
the comfortable feeling comes back,
your touch beckons me again and again.

You unravel mysteries, you lay bare relations,
you hook me to go on and on,
your ending appetite speaks volumes,
with you in my hand, I do not feel alone.

I owe you my stability, my serenity, my enthusiasm.
You arrive each time with a new name and in a different size.
You do not judge me, nor spite me,
Wish, I had made you a part of me earlier.

KNOTS

Enjoying the partnered skipping on rope with friends
the swings in break time, the sharing of lunchboxes at school
not a care of where the world was heading,
which country had a coup, or which country had a war.
No over thinking of what was eaten, or what allergies it would gift.

No religious knots, no racial knots, the only known knots,
of white shoelaces on P.E. day in school.
No panic of shootouts, no scare of terrorist attacks
never heard of deforestations or wildfires.

Never hesitant to talk or help strangers,
muddled mind now sceptic of facial breaks.
Fingers savouring the touch of pen and pencil,
never envisaged their unwanted upgradation to
swipes, likes and dislikes.

Innocent eyes familiar to the sky, chirping birds and starry nights,
squint to locate a star in a skyline of smog.
No malls or food courts to spill overfilled bellies and cupboards,
simple homemade recipes shared over warm company.

No YouTube or google screaming recipes and playlists,
scribbled song and cuisine books languish tattered.
Not carrying phones for clicking and no poses
just simple group photos and visits to the studio to process reels.

Stability, frowned down upon today,
human values wobble still unclear,
when to rest and where to rest.
an unending Ferris wheel,
collapsed mind and body refusing to pause.

Death the final pause, knots broken free at last,
the last change of mortal greed.

BLANKET

The hesitant moon still not out of bed 

a warm cappuccino might awaken it up

snuggled in clouded blanket

tossing and moping over the long night ahead.

Blanket slowly exchanging hands

human beings sneaking into theirs

few tossing and turning 

restlessness, the moon and twin birds for company.

Day's exhaustion drugs the privileged

a handful, see their last moonlit night.

The barren tree, crossed it's prime,

sticking neck out for the pair to doze.

The insular moon cloaked in calm azure  

fidgety blankets adoring the candyfloss look

the rest tucking its serene peace.

Twin birds disregard the cotton candy above

buffet of breath-taking appetites down below

buildings, towers, offices, malls, villas

each man made outwitting the other,

fast food, homemade food, 

oriental or occidental, 

litter sending aromatic signals,

tree-top the precise angle,

lunar light highlighting the senses.