Hide and Seek

Come, let’s play hide and seek, 

An indolent game to decipher each other, 

To seek each other, 

In person and presence, 

To unveil the hidden conspiracies, 

To unravel the smile mysteries, 

To conjecture moods, 

To know their stance and swing, 

To sip on the darkest secrets, 

To relish the happiest memories, 

Let’s discover each other. 

Let’s seek the hidden us. 

Come, let’s play hide and seek, 

I want to know you, 

Inside out, because 

What’s the fun in superficiality? 

Judge books by covers?

I want to know you, 

But not in a desperate way,

But in a cooperatively comprehensive way.

Come, let’s play hide and seek, 

Let’s start off with small talks, 

Furtive, secretive, restricted. 

To paint portraits, with the 

Brushes of smiles, and strokes 

Of sadness and tears.

Add colours with the grey, to create, 

To ultimately gauge, the mesmerizing picture. 

Come, let’s play hide and seek, 

Let’s acknowledge the gestures, 

The twinkling, the glaring of eyes, 

The gleeful smile, the sarcastic smirk,

The blush on the face, the flaring of nostrils, 

Let’s record the seasonal mood changes, 

The proportionality of the countenance to 

The emotion at heart. 

Let’s learn the subtleties, 

Let’s see, seep and seek. 

Come, let’s play hide and seek, 

We’re good, understanding perfectly, 

Acknowledging minorities, but 

We’ve blended, mistakes easily discernible, 

Feelings colliding, 

Tolerance fading, 

Egos and emotions at large, 

Tones hushed, voices down, 

Talks, bleak and gloom. 

Still passing gestures, refraining from long talk. 

We were hidden, sought after 

And now lost. 

I don’t have an umbrella! 

Ever felt the absence of an umbrella in the presence of torrential rains?

Share your experiences and thoughts below.

It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella, 

I had planned to venture out 

And do the task at hand. 

But, it’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella. 

I wait for the rains to stop, 

That ceaselessly do go on, 

But they are rains, 

That swell and burst and put, 

The world, at risk to drown. 

I bargain with the skies, 

To stop this torment. 

But,  it gleefully sighs, 

Let the melancholy flow, I’ll feel light at heart, 

Isn’t that what you humans do? 

You brush against each other, 

And emotions of wrath, love, desperation, mirth 

And the lot, 

Ceaselessly thunder across your heart, 

Light fire and calmness in your soul, 

Breathes waterfalls through your eyes, 

Blurring the vision but clearing your heart. 
And to expect me to not follow suit, 

Don’t you despicably portray selfishness,

Which abounds in your desires and in  your hearts? 

Polluted you as it is have, my sister, air and me alike, 

And thus I drench you in acid, 

For all the follies that you have bestowed, that

Reek of such selfishness and lack of pity, 

Pray, let me weep to cleanse me of your ills. 

Understanding the ill – nature of the question that I had posed, 

And lamenting, shamefully of the pain that we have caused, 

I took shelter under one of the trees. 

But the weeping didn’t seem to stop. 

However, soon I became 

Imprudent and impatient, bearing fealty to my race, 

I prepared myself to get physically drenched, 

Since dry clothes was an impossibility, 

I enjoyed the drops across my face, 

I jumped in puddles and danced away the rain, 

I made mirth in someone’s tears, 

I am faithful to my race. 

The Sea-rene Deceit 

Nature is a great teacher, but is it wise to blindly emulate it?

Casting ripples, all over the surface 

Due to the perennial movement,

Of the winds and tides, 

Moving in a direction 

Not bound to your wishes, a path 

Not tracing towards your goal. 

I pitied at your plight then, 

For I would have never forsaken my pride 

Due to undue influences. 
Giant waves, striking the rocks 

And wetting the shores, 

Sometimes so huge 

That you cast your terror 

Across the world. 

Creating ripples of misdemeanor 

Over worldly faces.

I marveled at your magnanimity then, 

For I wish to go from calm to chaos 

When provoked and needed. 
The wind, that flows over your mane, 

And the waves,  that run across your face, 

Guide yachts and ships to destinations, 

And help aquatic migration. 

But, then the storm in your mind 

Can make people lose their tread, 

Drowning them into unknown seas and 

Thrusting them into infinite darkness. 

I admired your prudence then, 

Of helping people who need it and

Avenging those who misuse you. 
The fish that swim in your water, 

The corals that have made you their home, 

The biodiversity that you enrich, 

And how you and them both suffer

During foreign calamities, 

Losing parts of your family 

In every such disaster. 

I was inspired by your humility then, 

To help others bloom and live and

You made me understand how a family is 

Not bound by blood but by love. 

Lives, stays and suffers together. 
Your diurnal and nocturnal tides, 

Caused by mood swings 

Of the moon and sun. 

Blue tinge on your surface,  

Due to the reflection of the skies above. 

I mocked at your beguilement then, 

The masks that you wore, concealing

Your true identity. 

And then I ruminated,   

How you and nature breathe human too.

I wanted you to be my role model 

But it seems you’re not perfect too. 

The Lady in the Green Gown

With such elegance does she walk
And her grace abounds in the way she talks
Clad in the beautiful green gown
With a shimmer of blue all around.

Blessed with the power of immortality
She knows of every reality
Of life and its flaws,
Of guffaw and every outlaw.

Nurtured her kingdom so pure
Filled with mountains and azure
Showered gifts of rivers and seas on her dominion
With trees and animals in millions.

A mother, a queen to one and all
A protector of life however small!
But witness of such great power fills hearts with deceit
And a desire to backstab and cheat.

How formidable it is when one’s own are knavish
Leaving the stabbed feel so slavish
A slave to tears and sudden sadness
Distorting their life’s lattice.

And when this mother weeps
The world is flooded in bounds and heaps
With every tear that trickles down her face
Tsunamis, floods and alike maim the earthly place.

When anger creeps and overshadows melancholy
There are earthquakes for every folly, volcano eruptions for every felony.
With fierceness and fervor in her every breath
Tornadoes and hurricanes occur over every length.

But for how long can a mother be irate
She forgives her children for all their mistakes.
Yet she is stabbed repeatedly with disdain
And her wrath is unleashed yet again!

Those wounds heal but scars are there
Wrinkled face and grayed hair.
With tatters on her green gown
And the blue shimmer of her gown gone.

This mother is perishing
But still tries to keep her children relishing.
It is time for us ourselves to reflect
How can we our mother protect?

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