My beautiful blue porcelain cup

I had a beautiful porcelain cup

It was my favorite, you see

It had blue flowers and a golden rim

From it every morning I had my tea

 

I simply loved my  porcelain cup

I was addicted to its charm 

From it I would slowly sip my tea

And it would keep my heart warm

 

I don't know if my favorite cup

Was also addicted to my lip

But I loved it with all my heart

Would rejuvenate with every sip

 

Then one fine day I noticed a crack

It sure did break my heart

I tried my best to put it together 

With it, I didn't  want to part

 

Now that I would use the cup

Sometimes the tea would spill

But my love was so utterly blind

Again the cup I would fill.

 

I didn't let go, I held it so

In my hands and in my heart

The thought of my morning sans it

Would pierce my heart like a dart

 

Then alas, one fateful day

It broke in my hand

Scalding tea fell on my lap

This was something  unplanned

 

Oh, how I grieved for my  porcelain cup 

The cup with  flowers blue.

Now not  only did I nurse a broken heart

 Had blisters on my body too

 

It was my besotted love for it

That made me burn my fingers

Even though at times, I do resent

The memories still in my mind lingers

 

For if I had put the cup away 

when it had just a crack

Perhaps I would not have burnt myself

And my heart too would be intact 

 

It's the same with some relationships 

Which we drag on, after it ceases to be good

The fact remains when it  starts to hurt

Try to  be aloof, we should 

 

The more we linger on a relationship 

That's seeping us of  our  happiness 

The more we hurt, the more we brood

The beauty turns into ugliness

 

So keep your cups away for good

When it develops a crack that you  can't mend

For you want the good memories to remain

With painful blisters you don't want to end.

 

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL 

I want to travel to the mountain's 

I want to cross the seven seas

I want to feel the desert sand under my feet

And on my face, the ice-cold breeze

 

I want to be out in the wild 

I want to be one with nature

I want to see God's artwork

Make travel my personal teacher

 

I want to see nature’s wonders 

And man-made wonders too

They say there are only seven

If only they knew!!

 

With my wings spread out, I stand at a cliff 

And the world is calling out to me

How do I pen my travel list?

I travel to set my soul free!!

 

Give me wings

So, I travel the skies 

No passports, no visas

Across borders I fly

 

Snow clad mountains

Or hot burning sands

My travel list is unending

It’s getting out of my hands 

 

I want to travel the world,

Today and forever 

As I discover destinations

It's myself I discover!

 

Lost innocence

I miss my innocence 

When I thought clouds were made of ice cream

When of toffees and chocolate I would dream

When I thought there were little people inside the TV set

When I played “house” under the mosquito net

When I thought my dad was a super hero

When in front of mom I could a tantrum throw

When I thought Santa Claus was a truth

When I actually believed that the fairy took my tooth

When I thought if I ate seed, a tree would grow from my tummy

When the only gambling I knew of, was playing rummy

When I thought lying would make my nose grow bigger

When my tears would spring from eyes at the slightest trigger

When I thought teachers were next to God

When I never knew there was something called fraud

When I thought my big brother was a dude

When I had no clue about any family feud

When I thought my friends were my life

When life was a fairytale without any strife

When I thought everyone lives happily ever after

When every journey was an adventure

God, why did I grow up?

Why did my innocent dreams break?

Why did I become a realist?

Can I be a child again, for heaven sake?

I DON'T STAND A CHANCE

I am the girl that looks up and says
"Hey, look at the beautiful sun"
I am the girl that notices, 
The riot of colors when the day is done.

I am the girl that finds funny creatures
Made by the white clouds in the blue sky.
I am the girl that looks at the moon
For it's serenity gives me a high.

I am the girl who can feel in autumn
The rhythm of the falling leaves
And that spring is God's colorful palette
I am the girl who believes.

I am the girl who closes her eyes
And wishes on a shooting star
I am the girl who says " bless you"
When someone sneezes near or far

I am the girl who needs not much
To be happy and to feel blessed
I am the girl who is all smiles
when people expect me to be stressed

I am the girl who believes in angels
In fairies and in fairytale
I am the girl who won't give up on you
When you falter or even if you fail

I am the girl that you see everyday
But you never give a second glance
For the beauty is in my soul, not my face
So with you I don't stand a chance.

DISTANCE

Let the distance grow
Time will take its own toll
And as the seasons come and go
Before the spring will come the fall

What eyes do not see
The heart does not miss
When miles separate
Not meeting is no crisis.

When distances disappear
And proximity grows
Hearts grow fonder
And the love flows

Seeing,meeting and talking
is the bridge for coming close.
An elixir for the love
That only the heart knows.

But when miles come in between
the bridge just falls apart
It's not just the physical distance
Distance grows between the two hearts

So when you feel it overpowering
Or its too close for comfort
Just put some distance between you
Distance will tear you apart.

IF YOU ARE GONE

If you are gone,I will not mourn.
I will not ask why,I will not cry.

I will sleep at night,wake at sunlight
Tell unfailingly black from white.

I shall thank the Lord, for my daily bread
Snarl when hungry, smile well fed.

I shall not want, I shall not yearn
Whatever life teaches, I shall learn.

There will be no problem with my gait
My steps would sync,will walk straight.

I will work hard to earn my living
To the needy and poor, I shall be giving.

Weekdays I will work, weekends I relax
Will pay all my bills and Govt. tax.

But I will not mourn
For corpses have no life of their own.

And I shall I not cry.
Coz there are no tears, once you die.

For you see
I shall not die.....I shall be dead.

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JUST A PAGE

In your book of life.
I am, but a short chapter
Or may be just a page.
But one that preserves the dry petals
Of a once fragrant rose.
Of memories, moments and magic
Of a fairytale romance that was
Just not meant to be.
Of a sweet dream, that remained
Just that, an Unfulfilled dream.
The shortest chapter or a single page
Your book couldn't be complete without me.
For you may not say so
But I hear it in your silence.
I read it in your eyes
that does not meet my eye.
In your eloquence and in your pause.
In your poetry or in your prose.
I have heard what you never said
And I have felt what I never felt.
While I know that you too can feel
The magic that binds us.
In your book of life,
I am, but a short chapter
Or maybe just a page.