To the people of Earth

The idea behind this poem is: finding the same face in the same place at a designated time each day in some part of your life. We all have experienced such situations (esp. in childhood) where we see a stranger go about his/her business everyday and your timings coincide. Slowly you don't feel like strangers anymore even though you have not uttered a single word to each other ever and silently cross each other's path everyday. Once that part of your life is over, you forget this known and yet unknown face easily, until one day when you reminisce about your past and you find that familiar face peeping at you... He walks alone along the winding road, with a head hung low, adheres to its code. Bent with age, like a fruit laden bough  leaning on his cane, everyday I watch him go. And think, there goes the old man of the road. Some days he stands in a corner, confused about the ways of this world. Some days he is the charmer and  kids surround him to hear st...

Hi, I am Harley. I and Josh live in our small house on 82nd Jackson Street that's named "Joshville" (well it was named before I moved in with him). We are two responsible grown-ups living under one roof. We are very close, but we make sure never to intrude on each other's space. Hell we believe in individuality so much that whenever we have a disagreement one of us just walks out and lets the other be, because that's how mature adults resolve conflicts. I usually get enough "me" time during the day, as Josh works in one of those fancy companies while I look after the house and I leave Josh to his own devices during the night. We catch our regular TV shows and have dinners together almost every night. Our day usually starts with a wholesome and yummy PB&J. Josh gets ready to leave for work and as soon as he is out the door I become the new sheriff in the town of Joshville. I can laze around the whole place and do my chores at my own pace. One of...

"Tribute" is a poem I dedicated to my mom. It would have been her 63rd birthday this 10th of April. I am sure we all have loved ones we miss and every time we think of them we wish, if only we could have known more about their lives when they were with us. As the memories fade we forget their habits, their idiosyncrasies. It scares me to think that I probably have already forgotten many moments that I would have wanted to treasure otherwise. My message to every one of you would be, to cherish the memories of the ones who have left us so that you may keep them alive in your hearts, but more than that, celebrate the living today so that you may live with no regrets. With that, I hope "Tribute" reaches out to everyone. Here's how it goes.... You woke up, did your chore cared for everyone and then some more. Did you ever stop to think about yourself? I doubt this was a thought, your mind could spare or delve. Suddenly one day you left without an ap...

Whenever you look down, think about the Earth. It's hot molten interior, it's gravitational pull that has made so many things possible. Whenever you look up, feel humbled by the vast expanse of space. It's reach far beyond any comprehension. A giant full of gas (Jupiter), that has made everything possible. This energy within me, I, possible. Thank your stars literally, for so many things had to go right for your tiny and short existence. And then stop and ponder, are any of your regular mundane problems so powerful so as to dwarf this huge universe? Because someone rightly said "Astronomy puts you in your place". So are we in our place? Or are we still blinded by ignorance and plagued by malignity that divides us, eats away better virtues in us and always invariably always leads us astray? Think people of Earth - Think! before its too late.