Poem55.Effect Of Haircut

Effect Of Haircut

Had never ever thought that

a haircut will effect one much

will change the outlook life

and change  her overall.

But yes ,it happened to me

and here I am fresh as new.

Does hair effect you much

or was there hair on thoughts?

Suddenly my eyes are blinking much

as if contacted bright light

was going through phases like

from a tunnel to the sunlight.

now am happy to be me

what I have and where I am

so happy, to have all those

which before made unhappy.

Nothing and nobody can

make you happy or unhappy

you ,yourself and your thoughts

make you what you are ...

Oh! God You are Great.....

Entering in Jingle's Poetry Potluck....

Poem54.For You Myself

For You, Myself

Brimming with joy

on finding myself

the carefree bold

happy dear me.

was always lamenting

without reason

what was wrong

why not happy.

having everything

family comforts

amenities surrounded

but  never satisfied.

thought it was other's fault

blamed always the dear God

for putting me in unhappiness

leaving  to, suffer inside.

Never ever doubted

the problem was with me

was trying to be someone

wife ,mother..... ideal.

To be someone ,to be ideal

good to hear but not practical.

Be yourself ,your true self

then all is well,for you myself.

Entering to Jingle's Poetry Potluck

Poem53.Return Gift

Return Gift

Squeezing out  little by little 

each day myself ,like lemon

why don't you do it at once

why you give pain to me?

know that it's not possible

but then at times

wish it to be at once...

Days are moving by

oh! life, you are taking my juice

fear do I ?

The body when the juices out

just like the lemon shell

no use,can't keep.

so burn it away...

But then I am happy

I have atleast juice

to offer,the world

from where I get my food

my comforts,everything

So let this be the return gift

from me to the dear world...

Written  for the Poet United's Thursday Think Tank  .
Entered for Mag 55 of Magpie tales .

Poem52.A Puzzle

  A Puzzle

What,you expect from life?
the question reverberate
tried to avoid it safe
but no ,can't escape .

the basic necessities
or the comforts
is it peace of mind
or the love you want.

confusion rises high
can't decide what
everything seem necessary
as a mixture it seems

each of these are like
pieces of a puzzle
place it in exact
the picture, then complete .

Will the life be worthwhile
if some of them you don't have
Success life is a combination
of comforts,peace and love.

Written for  Magpietales where picture is given as prompt.

Poem51.Out Of Necessity?

Out  Of Necessity?

Whom I love most - wonder..

have wondered all my life..

 

In childhood innocence -thought

that mother, i love most...

 

Then when married -realized

no, husband-I love most.

Then came children mine

the preference changed fine.

But now when look back

doubts , me or  mean?

Each of us do love

or think that do love fly

just  for our own sake,

love, out of necessity?

Entering for the Jingle's Poetry potluck .

Poem 50.To Me - Love Is

 This is my 50th poem......Thank you all for reading and supporting me...

To Me - Love Is

To me ,

 Love is a dear feeling
          recieving and accepting,

                                      with no conditions,

                                      no expectations,

      where you think about the other

                                       without your knowledge

                                       without your permission.

    where you go fly away, so high         

                                       above all the worldly worries.

                                       above the clouds ,above all..

    where you are happy not to be alone

                                       the comradeship, the understanding,

                                        the feeling of security , belonging.

But sad, never stumbled upon ,

or  heard of  true love one .

What we think as love is attraction

when it goes down,then comes frustration.

Frustration ask too much questions

 then  start real adjustments.

In love you have all the answers
so feel happy , blessed dears.

Blessed are those who live to love

who then sure will love to live........

Poem49. To Be Free

To  Be Free

A parrot in the sky

flies this way that way

in pursuit of food

for herself for child

she goes out wander,

not thinking of hunter.

Another in the golden cage,

walks inside as in rage,

trainer has trained to talk

some easy words during walk

imported food, mineral water

gives with love, the owner dear.

Give the bird a choice of these

we know which she will choose.

Sure the first where she can be

her own master happy  free.

To be free , be ourselves

we do wish but seldom can.

Entered for Thursdays Poets’ Rally week 38

Poem48.Not Happy

 Not Happy 

I am not perfect

and I know you are not

then, why perfection you expect

from me I wonder.

Not happy on me

and my due performance

how can I work, the way in your mind?

The way of thinking different

way of doing contrast

I can only try, to do it your way.

I have tried so hard

now too on the road

but whatever I do

you are not happy.

Poem47. A Dream

A Dream

Dream a home near woods
one to live alone,
with harmony nature
true to my dear self.

no duties,bindings
no sounds,yellings
calm and peace dances
where I do wish to live.

let the wild ones come
as and when they wish
we will sure share
a bond unique of love.

Tigers,elephants,bears
monkeys,oxes deers
names of some of them
who will come home.

Will this wish come true
in this world of chaos
can I find woods where
I can live alone?

Written for Magpietales where  we write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured as our inspiration.
and Jingle's Poetry Potluck.

Poem46. Believe me

 Believe me

Believe me if I say

I dont have any aim

believe me when I say

I dont have ambition.

Tried to think hard

atleast a small goal

but no I dont have

a wish to hang on thee.

Each day sun rise

as if to wake me up

do chores expected

as from wife mother.

Come the day to end

body will get tired

but mind still wander

where all, not clear.

No better tomorrows

nothing to expect more

each day pass by

without saying bye.

Night when I lay

awake in my bed

I do pray to Thee

let this be my last.

Written for Jingle's POETRY POTLUCK - Aims, Goals, and Ambitions...

Poem.45.The Influence

                                          The Influence

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Bricks red made of mud

baked in the furnace hot

turned into strong lot ,

ready to face the weight bold.

Child soft is also shaped

 baking little everyday
shadow of days passed

make you grow by each day.

 Sure we think ,do all things

with our body mind and thoughts,

do we do the things same way

if our background not this way.

The childhood,teens and past

seem so distant dream like,

but  influence, it sure has

on each decision we do make.

Entered for the The Thursday Think Tank - #35 Shadows

Written for the Magpie tales- where we write a poem or short vignette using the picture prompt.