Author: Reena Saxena

There’s a well known and a true saying, “People come and go”. None is a constant here. No one is hand picked to be a part of life and no one can be held back. In everyone’s own sweet time and place, we get to be part of each other’s lives.

Our names, possessions accumulated, are just but an identity created here. It wasn’t conceived when we were born and in all probability will be forgotten when we leave.

If we were to appear in the same form would we be graciously accepted or fearfully ignored? The inevitable doors of death is a humble equaliser for us all. What we choose to do while we are here, is upon us, before the exit, timely or untimely. It isn’t then for us whine that we weren’t given a chance.

Ready to rock and roll albeit any expectations.

When sea waters turn,

Life is like a play – we go through the stages of our lives. We have roles, child or adult, sister or brother, mother or father, student or employed, married or single, rich or poor, optimist or pessimist. We are social beings, living and acting according to the norms of our society, culture, groups and races. Our social relationships help define our sense of self. I know how important first impression makes and I can be socially judged in the blink of an eye. It’s very important to trust our instincts. We should listen and communicate, until we know someone’s depth.

For: Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #138

I wish life can be that simple

the world is a stage

and we are the mere players

then we can blame

the producer, director, writer

all in one in this case

with no responsibility

of our acts

as we are just puppets

where someone else is pulling

the strings

and sleep comfortably

but if it’s

my life my rules

then the whole responsibility lies on so

f our choices

our decisions

our action

our reactions

take the full credit and

exit

with full contentment

Drive away cooking blues, add a dash of imaginary zing, there is no way out, no restaurants, no takeaways or any other such savior.

The Whistle blew, loud and piercing, not once, but 2, 3, 4 times…..” Is anybody listening, I have alerted, now let my voice die down”.

The Pressure Cooker sizzled,” I am all hot and cooked, I need to vent!”. The Pan, sitting close by coughed,” I can feel temperatures rising, I am sick and shivering with all the bubbling. Distance yourself, you hot Cooker, your steamy droplets are getting to me”.

The Chimney laughed wickedly,” fanning is my job and looks like I am doing it perfectly”.  Pril, the cleaning liquid, offered kindly, “Cooker and Pan, pour me in and gargle me out”. “I am ready for a rinse with you”, Clear Water gurgled,” else be quarantined in the attic above”.

” Aren’t we in the…

नहीं मिलती हैं तक़दीरें हमारी तुम्हारीं
किसी कहानी के क़िरदार से हम हैं

इल्तिज़ा है बदल दो क़िस्मत हमारी
तुम्हारी मर्ज़ी में गिरफ़्तार से हम हैं

तुम्हीं बक्शों कोई नई वजह जीने की
खुद अपनी हालत से बेज़ार से हम हैं

तुम ही बुलाते नहीं महफ़िल में हमें
कब से आने को बैठे तैयार से हम हैं

जब है इश्क़ खुदा की नेमत अमित
फिर न जाने क्यों शर्मसार से हम हैं

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 138