It was a lovely misty morning that inspired me to write a poem.
Poems
Unity
My very cute niece Arwa from India, reached out to me with a cute request last night, she wanted me to write a poem for her on Unityโฆ and soโฆ
๐๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด
๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ด
๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ
๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ
๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต
๐๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ด๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด
๐๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด
๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ,
๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ
๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต
๐๐ถ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต
๐ต๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ
๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฏ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ด
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ค๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด
๐๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ
๐๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ
๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ป๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ
๐๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐บ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ด,
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ
Masuma kothari
I wrote the above keeping in mind her age, to keep it easy to understandโฆit worked, she got it in her first read!
after that it got a little more interesting when I started using generative AI to build some visuals to go along with my recitation.. sharing fun!
Dining time
The stars never shined
At the spot that felt mine
Structures in the mind
Opened to infinity of decline
Pushed the focus on the clock
Told the chains where to lock
those seeming dangers of life
Really held no sharp knife
The ignorance that ignites
Flamed in profoundness,
squeezing sense
Savouring wit
For all thats dark
Gets you to the ferry
Where the sail promises light
the constant row, row, row
Row row row
Follows growth glow, glow
Glow glow glow
In form of a little pie
Hitched along are riddles of slide
You fall
– into slimy mud
– into silks and make
โ into politics of fake
– into chase
The run then speeds
Speeds into lift,
where Ego burns into bits
turning everything into mist
feathers are finally formed
The feathers are the flight..
All the testing years of might
Seems flying away out of sight.
how amazing is the feeling
Where
The stars and the signs
Couldnโt possibly outshine
the radiance
That radiance of what you know
Begin to know
Know more through tough times
And finally the mood switches back
to
dining time
dining time!
-masuma
Innocence
The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
The frost in my eyes
Believes that beauty,
It sees in everything
Where do I find that
madness
All that blends in
All that blends in
Really some desire
That beats in
Every being
Delays of cries
That speaks in prices
Where is that smile
Without cold ices
The racquets do play
And The skies do sing
-masuma
Woke up to pink skies, so I had to write, I did feel like singing too..
Brotherhood
Says a bird
Where should she be
In the juggle of
Building her nest
She cages to few trees
Soon once a tender fruit
Drops on her beak
And That taste she discovers
to be a gift for the weak
To be nourished by some more
She gathers strength for a find
and assembles her collect
From her own lifts and flights
though the match for that taste
She still does not find
seeking from the vast
Her struggles tunes her
into being more refined
all those moments of unrest
Then Begins to beautifully shine
She returns to the same branch
With a heart without any yearn
To devote a little happy thanks
For the passion she had earned
As she wonders through her flops
That tender fruit again drops
And to her surprise
She finds many like her
flying by over her in a line
They carried that fruit
she longed all that time,
So she followed them,
For a pretty long while
To finally reach
That bliss of all time
On her way back to her nest
With huge plucks for her own
She drops bits of her fruit
And very Happily as she could
For all that she knew
There is
Immense Beauty
in brotherhood
-masuma
Uncomfortable
Plan
Little by a thumbs up
Little by a pat
Little by a tip
and continues
a dream of โI canโ
Plenty is the treat
Only when
the stick
Follows a plan
-masuma
If only she knew
if only she knew
that all that she sees
is a view that is shown
because all that really rings true
is only within
within herself
in her natural glow
if only she knew
that all that she has endured
has only assured
coming weak moments of tomorrow
if only she knew
that there were some lucky few who
noticed her sail then followed her trail
and now they are in their finest stay
if only she knew
that no matter how tricky it feels
with silly dos and don’ts
stuck in moods of stone
however she sways through them
her genuine threads will stick along, even insane
if only she knew
that when she smiles its only
then
really worthwhile
if only she knew.
Zindagi AAJ
Bahaar bhi kitni jadoo bhari hain yaha
Bahaar bhi kitni jadoo bhari hain yaha
Bankar aarzoo khanakti rehti hain kahaani
Bankar aarzoo khanakti rehti hain kahaani
Zindagi toh aaj
Zindagi toh Abhi
Khayal to kal ke bhi,
aaj Pe hi fidaa hoti hain, hain na! Shukriya
-masuma
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