The Leaf

The leaf turns green,
Without a jealousy ping,
But with the sun's bream.

The leaf turns on the glaze,
If we provide it moisturizing ways,
And it turns mellow,
If we ignore it with self laze.

The leaf aerates us,
And furnishes a fresh abode,
It takes all the odorless load,
And never emphasizes on a return economic mode!

One Day At A Time

With hot beverages, frozen yogurts and
Netflix chills,
Let us all get through this
One day at a time!

With no eating out,
No getting out,
And only cleaning out!
Let us all get through this
One day at a time!

With righteous emotional health,
With good morale and physical health,
And improved mental health!
Let us all get through this
One day at a time!

With no certainty of time,
I would like to ask today,
Quarantine,
Will you please leave us safe
with our valentine?

The Centre

They may call it crazy,
Some say my fate is hazy.

But I, I like being
'The Centre'
The centre of your world.

You may call it Drama,
But maybe this is 'Karma?'
I can't help, I really can't,
But be 'the Centre'
The centre of your world!

So, my dear! Would you let me be?
Would you please let me be,
The centre
The centre of your world?

P.S : dedicated to my husband.




  

The House

The abode where we retire each day,
The dwelling we lovingly call home,
It goes through everything with us.
Have you ever wondered?

It absorbs your sorrows,
It smiles at yours cheers,
But sometimes, when the party music gets too loud for it,
It passes it to our vicinities.

Occasionally,when we are contending over a decision
May be it tries to suggest something.
Have you ever listened carefully?
And at times, when we are overwhelmed,
May be it asks us to calm down?

As long as we live in this abode,
It makes us a part and parcel of its subsistence.
But I sense even if we leave and move,
The house certainly remembers us by!

The fortune called 'MOM'

An epitome of sacrifice,
A tower of grace,
Tons of scary missed calls,
And the probe of 'Did you eat?'
Do we even need to ask who?
Of course!She is the treasure we call 'MOM'

She is the reason,we touch the moon,
She cuts us slack each time we slump,
And yet, we ask 'why do you annoy us,Mom!?'
Don't you think that is why
She reminds us each time,about the nine months bump?

Her interest peaks each time we like something,
Her face sparkles every time we win,
She may not speak the volume of pain and panic
She experiences to let us leave our homes,
To embrace freedom and to live life
On our own terms.
But, she braves it all, only for us.

Is it all very easy for her?
Absolutely not!
But is it worthy, Yes all of it.
She gives us uninterrupted attention,
Unlike us who answer her
In between Netflix binges.

Today, on this random day,
I urge you to make more time for MOM,
Let's take her along our journeys
She never left us behind,
Then,Why should we?

P.S: This one is dedicated to the creator of my friends and my people, because of who my support system exists in today's world. Cannot thank you enough :)