Poem59.My Wanderings

My Wanderings

Walking on that old street again

as a stranger after many years
those were walks where I had roamed
as a child happy careless .


Here yes, my heart leaps out
as a kid when sees her dear.
This place in the remote village
touched inside ,made me want to cry.


A temple surrounded by small forest
the heart and soul of that village.
So much has changed out there
but was reliving my wanderings.

Beautiful there seemed to me
may be due to the happy memories
wonder what magic that place hold
just being there made me happy.

Do places have effect on us?

Does visiting a place change our moods?

Is it the effect of place or our mind

which is really playing the game?

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.

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.