This journey started

Carol Pinto

September 17, 2017

This journey started
In coffee cups
Over ideas that brewed to life.

It started when I saw the rain fall upon the window pane.
It started when freedom learnt to speak
And when insecurities looked bleak.

It started with conversations in the sound of new languages
And in the middle of unfamiliar streets.
When a stranger's look turned into friendly greets.

It only started,
When it all ended

All my worries, all my expectations,
When I finally realised there are no real destinations.

I crossed over boundaries
Broke down walls,
No restrictions, no duty calls.

This journey started
While I sipped on that coffee cup,

I heard a whisper, that said
Maybe Travel?
Then I just let my dreams unravel…

It started with some wander lust
When all the ghosts faded to dust

I packed my bag and set free,
Clinging to freedom, I went on a spree.

I packed up my troubles in my bag,
Of new places, now I could brag

I opened myself to New horizons,
Of learning and knowledge
That I earned in tonnes.

In between stolen kisses and paper rings
And in the midst of tears and healing wings

A pile of useless hope departed
With new hope for the broken hearted
And new dreams to be charted
This journey has just started.

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Well written carol, I see rich experiences in between the lines

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WORLD IS UNDER MAINTENANCE?

P A Hameed Padubidri

April 23,2020

I looked around me
As I was walking in my own shoes.

Right & left
Front & back, up & down
But none is around...

Just opened the windows
And took a little peep,
As if a lover take a furtive look into his Lover's casement ajar;
I found none.

Then I opened my front door...
Looked right & left
And rushed to the main gate,
If I could see anyone behind the wall;
Still I did see none.

Alas!,
I saw broken glazed glasses-
That are being scattered everywhere
On the ground...

Also, I looked at withered leaves
That are falling down & rolling away.
I eyed on rapidly falling stars,
But I became helpless to know,
Where they fell on.

I could see the giant ship sailing,
In the mid of deep surging Ocean,
Lost their navigation
To the 'invisible storm';
The passengers are crying-
Loudly & helplessly,
But the captain sent SOS...!!!

I went hurriedly & sat on the chair-
Deeply contemplating like a oblivious Saint;
And ridiculously conjectured:

"WORLD IS TEMPORARILY UNDER MAINTENANCE?!"

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My Passport

P A Hameed Padubidri

January 17,2020

Make a note!

I am an Indian

I own my name with a title

That’s embedded even before my birth and

Still rooted in my soil that always mixes with my flesh and blood

My father, his father and all my forefathers,

Got churned in this soil although their souls are in the purgatory

I grew... and the peepal plant I saw in my childhood also grew with me

Stones and grasses I walked on became a walkway

The sky and earth I used to play and sleep amid

The sea with sounding waves, and hills and mountains with echoes

Are the same

Watching the pigeons and other birds sitting over the roof of my home;

I feel no difference

Then why I need to show my blood is red

And that’s still flowing in my body?

I am still alive... but,

Oblivious why my passport is still feeling birth pangs of my title

At this point in time!

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