Writing True

From Eight to Five

Do you enjoy your job?

I love every minute of it.

Like a bee to a nectar,

Like the sun to the sky,

Like a melody to a song,

Like a rhyme to a poem.

I love it to the bone!

God, I so love my job!

Non-Fiction · Writing True

Imagine a World Free of War

. . . where our leaders—

amidst their differences and issues

would sit—face-to-face—and talk out resolutions;

instead of using weaponry and sacrificing lives.

Isn’t effective communication is rudimentary

in this Twenty-First century?

. . . where terrorists

would turn peace activists,

and value lives instead of senseless arguments

without regard for origin,

race,

color,

ideology,

beliefs

and religion;

instead of causing a magnitude of terrors

and real time horrors?

. . . where all nations

would work tirelessly

for the good of their citizens,

and would work with one another

towards strengthening economies,

promoting education and healthy wellbeing;

and to fight crimes and gun violence. . .

What’s the used of having United Nations?

. . . where every child is safe,

sheltered,

nourished,

in school,

and living with family. . .

It’s terrifying

that in all corners of the world,

there are kids dying—

not just from famine and diseases—

but as poor casualties of wars,

being used as human shields.

Imagine a world where peace

is our evergreen reality

and everyone is enjoying

freedom and liberty.

Imagine.

Inspirational · Writing True

Tests

Courtesy of University of Rochester

Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s The Test

On Scranton or not

Proctored or not—

Don’t cheat.

Don’t miss a question.

Preparation

Is prelude

To beating the examination.

Brokenness,

Emptiness,

Loneliness,

Nothingness,

Indebtedness—

These taxes to one’s character—

Sometimes, to someone,

They seemed inevitable and unbeatable.

But there is a thing of muscle called grit,

Which is synonymous to hard work and perseverance,

Sanity and determination;

Which upend the peeve.

Life—oh what a glorious feat!

Creative · Poetry · Prayer

When this blogger makes it to heaven

Before I ask God a long list of queries;

After I give Him a big bear hug;

Before I touch His felicitous face;

After I kiss His pleasing palm;

I’d whisper reverently

Your name, your name my friend:

To bless your heart, bless your heart

For blogging and being a blessing

For greater good, greater good.

I bet He knows you, He knows you pal.

But He’d most likely air,

“Alright!

But you’re being redundant daughter.

You kept saying that prayer for your friend.”

Verily, I would answer,

Forgive me for the anaphora, Father.

I’m too elated for my answered prayer.”

Haiku · Writing True

In the Woods

Yonder was so dark;

I have no one and nothing

but hope and courage.

Morn finally comes;

Oh, I made it through the night

Thank hope and courage.

No matter how dark,

See, nights are not forever

Morning never fails.

Inspirational

You Can Do Better

See people in their eyes;

And look beyond

What their eyes can’t show.

Hear what people say;

And listen beyond

What they can’t put into words.

. . . understanding humanity,

. . . forbearing incapability,

. . . considering incompetency.

Dodge judgment.

Duck prejudice.

Eschew bias.

Being a good neighbor is not a joke.

‘T is a noble task

Towards a better you.

Haiku · Writing True

Like a Wind

Yes, we never met;

But I felt you like a wind—

You said, you did too.

Our dreams receded;

But in my heart are fragments

Of our forever.

Safely placed in here—

Where I can go back and forth,

Cherishing just you.

YouTube/Billie Holiday/I’ll Be Seeing You

Writing True

Knock Knock Koa

Warmer seas,

Less and less trade winds—

Setting the red carpet for a cat-five storm.

Knock knock koa. . .

Skyscrapers would turn into papers,

And everything else

In crumbs and pieces.

Climate change is a Boho. . .

ignored, belittled, labeled loony,

who’s turning earth

into his work of art

that—no one, no one—

could and would

appreciate.