This is a submission to Sunday Scribblings and I have written this poem for the prompt #252 – Safe.


You ask me what is safe.

And I reply,

A mother’s lap for a child is – safe,

A father’s arm on shoulder is – safe,

A tyre around the waist in ocean is – safe,

A helmet while driving a bike is – safe,

An open land in the rain is – safe,

Betting small on the stock market is – safe,

Doing right things at right time is – safe,

Knowing your own limits is – safe,

Holding the hand of toddler on road is – safe,

Keeping the body fit and healthy is – safe,

A friend’s company in hard times is – safe,

Not eating things given by strangers is – safe,

Not doing a partnership with a person you don’t trust is – safe,

Not asking wife where she spent your money is – safe,

Diplomatic answer to your girlfriend’s obvious questions is – safe,

Remembering your pills and bills is – safe,

Behaving patiently in even hardest circumstances is – safe,

And stopping before you guys get angry at me is – safe 🙂


This poem has been submitted as a response to One Stop Poetry Challenge

A wonderful picture has been given as a prompt to write on.


Footprints on Sand Dune. Picture by "Iquanyin Moon"


Footprints on sand are as ephemeral as,

A touch of stormy and ever flowing wind,

A water drop standing on a lotus leaf,

And a acquaintance of a person real kind


But here it is different I don’t know why,

Instead of vanishing they are embossed,

As if he is walking down below the ground,

Just like the surface line has been crossed


Is it magnifying the character of the person?

Who would go the distance for his love,

Will travel the lengths to convey the message,

Just like a message carrying white dove.

Trying to steal something…


I am trying to steal the sunshine,

So that I can illuminate my shrine,

I want to lit every corner of it,

Don’t wanna leave even a single bit


I am trying to steal the moonlight,

So that I can conquer the night,

I want to feel the utter silence,

The darkness and its sheer brilliance


I am trying to steal kid’s smile,

Wonder how it stretches a mile,

Their innocence and that silky skin,

Like them I too wanna be God’s kin


I am trying to steal a heart of Mother,

Her pure love and care just like a feather,

Her art of unconditional love and care,

Calling her a part of God is only fair

The Whole story of a Hole…

As Science has advanced we have come to know various miracles  happening in and around our Universe. We think our Sun is the  biggest  star, but unlike our belief its very small star in the Universe.  There are  stars which are 100 no 1000 times bigger than our Sun. We  can’t imagine what will be there size. But there is one small Hole which is known as Black hole which can eat up Whole stars.

Moral: Not every small thing is small enough to suppress. That small thing can have the power to devastate the biggest of big things. This is what our Spiritual Masters and Indian Sages have mentioned in their scriptures. Always be humble and small but keep the capacity to turn the whole Universe on your own.


Prompted by the prompt @ The One-Minute Writer


Mind Play…

“Hey, are you done with it?”

“No, wait a second. I am trying to memorize the incident”

“What incident? There was no incident at all that day. It was a plain, simple day”

“No, there was something interesting, something special that day”

“Then why it’s not visible on your painting? Why your painting looks simple and eventless?”

“It is there, you just need to have my vision.

You see there? That right hand corner? There is that pendant she liked very much in that shop. You see that? You won’t because you don’t love her.

You see that window above? There she used to stand for hours, just to see me passing by. A minute of glimpse was enough reason for her to stand there like forever.

You see that dome? She so wanted to climb that dome and look around the city for its beauty. But what she didn’t understand was that dome was not having any stairs, but she still wanted to go there like a crazy little baby.

You see the overcast sky? She used to cling to my hand all the time in anticipation that lightning will happen and she would be late to grab my hand.”

“Huh, that’s just your imagination. You are becoming too optimistic and think she is a still there with you, but she is not”

“You just shut up and stop denying her existence”.


All along, with hands inside the gloves were taking rest, head and eyes were covered with the hat. But inside that hat, two brains were fighting with each other. The left was denying her existence and the right was being too optimistic. Soon the head will come out of its exile and hands off the gloves and soon the painting session will start. Soon some paintings, like those in the other room, will follow and will keep on giving the subject to two brains to fight on.


Inspired by Thursday Tales

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