My morning companion…

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Every morning there’s a guest at my door,
Waiting to enter my abode, ready to greet me as I begin my chores,
Greetings of a good morning,
Ready to serve my first cuppa with a zing !!

It keeps me on my toes,
Amid my numerous other chores,.
I can’t take my eyes off it, even for a while,
For then, it chooses to rise up and flow out in style.

My companion in the kitchen as it appears,
An early morning routine, for many years,
As it comes to a boil and creates a ripple,
Pour it into a cup of decoction for a coffee swirl and drizzle…

Good morning ☕


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Where am “I” ??

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I dive deep within, Trying to find myself, But alas, I have gone missing..

I try to swim, with the tides and against the tides, In the depths of the minds ocean, Trying hard, to find an anchor, But alas, can’t find any..

Feeling frustrated and annoyed, I try to let them out, by shedding some emotional tears, But alas, the tears fail me..

Deep within, drowning, Looking for help, I try hard to find ‘me’, I spread my hand, For someone to hold me, guide me… But alas, A deep vacuum awaits, and greets me with open arms, And my pursuit to find ‘ME’, Continues…..

Where am “I”??


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A sheet of paper
And a pen,
Is all, one needs,
To tell
A story, a tale,
A poem or a fable.

It goes through numerous emotions,
And plenty of iterations,

Crumpled, torn, thrown into the bin,
It complains to none,
Goes through the process, which has begun.

The paper surrenders
To the pen holder,
The maker, the creator..
Oblivious of what would emerge…

A creation unfolds,
A tale is told,
A pattern is designed,
Words flow, designs glow…

A medium of expression,
A mode of presentation,
A canvas to an artists creation,
A peek into the writers imagination…

If the paper had inhibitions
And lacked the courage to surrender,
We wouldn’t be able to read the bestsellers,
We couldn’t have become ardent art lovers..

Let’s learn our lessons from a simple paper,
With folded hands and trust, let’s surrender,
To our maker,  to our creator!!

– Deepika

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Life is an illusion…

Life is often an illusion….
A probable chance or situation,
Diverse aspirations, varied dreams,
Different trajectories, different visions….
The distant version seems most inviting,
Chasing the multiple options,
Running after the myriad ambitions,
We come to a standstill,
Only to realize,
It is only an illusion..
A probable chance or situation…


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True Love..

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If riches could buy happiness,
If beauty could provide solace,
If perfection could achieve satisfaction,
There would be no soul deprived…

No riches,
No Rolex watches,
No swanky bungalows,
No  expensive Irish scotches..
Can get us what,
A warm hug,
A gentle smile,
A pat on the back,
A peck on the cheek, can..

A shoulder to cry on,
A hand to hold,
A mothers lap to lay our head on..
The freedom to make a mistake,
And carry on..
And the beautiful soul beside you, provides the space to move on..
This is true love and care 💕


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