Avanti's bookshelf was hurting my eyes with its dusty, shabbily shoved in books and when I got to my feet, started emptying, dusting and generally checking out the books, as Avanti has great taste, I came across a diary, written in 2015/16 and it had her poems scribbled in.
So surreptitiously I went through the poems and selected a few that I thought painted that pure and unblemished thought-space that my daughter sometimes reveals in her.
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They work overtime
yet get paid, how much we spend in a day.
Bathe with what we use in one flush.
But laugh more in an hour
than we do in a day.
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Our happiness is
inversely proportional
To the love we give
Which is inversely.
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When she cried,
the universe was born.
When she laughed,
the planets trembled
When she was angry
All movement came to a standstill.
When she loved
everything flew by.
Time is the real God.
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His eyes glistened
with tears,
nothing could
console him
not anymore,
his best friend
died.
His last words
were 'woof'.
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They travelled
to see the
world, but forgot to see
the universe
inside them.
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Her hands
trembled
as she put
the ring on his finger
when all she
was thinking about
was the man next
to him.
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She slapped his face thrice.
Once for her.
once for her friend
and once for himself.
someone needed to wake him up.
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Loving you is like hot coals,
your embers burn,
but only when stoked
repeatedly.
and at the end of the day
the fire always runs cold.
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The big picture,
Is a rather small one
from here.
Almost 200 feet away
Its only a small dot
But getting larger everyday.
The road to the big picture
is small and dusty
It gives away no secrets
except that the path is long and winding.
So for now I sit in my chair and enjoy the view
and hope someday
I too will star in the
big picture.
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I may not have reached my destination
but who says I'm travelling.
I am perfectly content in this bubble of mine
while the world moves
around me at light speed.
I take this breather
and revel in it.
I might not have reave reached my destination
but my journey goes on.
________________________________________
To love inadequately
is to be stuck on a 14 hour
plane journey
You are neither here
nor there.
_________________________________________
Self -Evaluation
I am not a glorious poem.
I am not an effortless song
I am not a comforting book
I am not just a friendly home
I have no rhyming scheme
I am not destined
I am ill-written
I am cold
I can be resonating
I can be harmonious
I can be a good read
I can be loving
All I need to do, is
be myself, and not
for you.
__________________________________________
So surreptitiously I went through the poems and selected a few that I thought painted that pure and unblemished thought-space that my daughter sometimes reveals in her.
_________________________________
They work overtime
yet get paid, how much we spend in a day.
Bathe with what we use in one flush.
But laugh more in an hour
than we do in a day.
__________________________________
Our happiness is
inversely proportional
To the love we give
Which is inversely.
__________________________________
When she cried,
the universe was born.
When she laughed,
the planets trembled
When she was angry
All movement came to a standstill.
When she loved
everything flew by.
Time is the real God.
___________________________________
His eyes glistened
with tears,
nothing could
console him
not anymore,
his best friend
died.
His last words
were 'woof'.
___________________________________
They travelled
to see the
world, but forgot to see
the universe
inside them.
__________________________________
Her hands
trembled
as she put
the ring on his finger
when all she
was thinking about
was the man next
to him.
___________________________________
She slapped his face thrice.
Once for her.
once for her friend
and once for himself.
someone needed to wake him up.
__________________________________
Loving you is like hot coals,
your embers burn,
but only when stoked
repeatedly.
and at the end of the day
the fire always runs cold.
__________________________________
The big picture,
Is a rather small one
from here.
Almost 200 feet away
Its only a small dot
But getting larger everyday.
The road to the big picture
is small and dusty
It gives away no secrets
except that the path is long and winding.
So for now I sit in my chair and enjoy the view
and hope someday
I too will star in the
big picture.
_______________________________________
I may not have reached my destination
but who says I'm travelling.
I am perfectly content in this bubble of mine
while the world moves
around me at light speed.
I take this breather
and revel in it.
I might not have reave reached my destination
but my journey goes on.
________________________________________
To love inadequately
is to be stuck on a 14 hour
plane journey
You are neither here
nor there.
_________________________________________
Self -Evaluation
I am not a glorious poem.
I am not an effortless song
I am not a comforting book
I am not just a friendly home
I have no rhyming scheme
I am not destined
I am ill-written
I am cold
I can be resonating
I can be harmonious
I can be a good read
I can be loving
All I need to do, is
be myself, and not
for you.
__________________________________________
