The River

Photo © Taruchaya

The River

Sailing on the restless river
Breaking through the fog
With a little winter shiver
Unwinding the week’s slog

The wooden boat grunts with age
on the rippling surface.
The motor roars with rage
exploring an unknown place.

Watching the far away bend
like a curious little child
The journey must come to an end
though the heart yearns for the wild.

Away from the humdrum of life
No office calls or chores to do
Little joys – magical moments rife
The river beckons me and you.

© Taruchaya

Resemblance

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Resemblance

I recognize this face
peering through the mirror
The left cheek has my mother’s freckles
The right has my father’s mole
The eyebrows are those of my grandma
The chin i hope resembles that of my grandpa
The lips are same as my elder brother
The rest perhaps is uniquely mine
I see the reflection of different people in me
And i search for my glimpse in my child
As his legs are outgrowing his pajamas
Animal prints getting replaced by cartoons
Checks and stripes instead of just blue
I see life growing up with him
I see the chubby cheeks toning down
And I wish he doesn’t become an adult like me
Let him stay a child for as long as he can
The small feet are no longer small
The tiny fingers no more delicate
He chuckles and smiles when I ask him to stop growing
Mamma…i’ll be big enough to take care of you
But I just want you to be my baby forever
So that I can hug you tight and feel the bliss
Of the music of innocent heartbeats.

© Taruchaya

The Fish Bowl

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The Fish Bowl

She got a fish bowl home,
two fishes swam in fear.
The goldfish tried to hide.
The black fish took it’s care.
Their world is made of glass-
no trees, no birds or ground.
Just a transparent small bowl
with a bottom thick and round.
The water is filtered and bitter
diluted with salty sea water.
Their food is artificial and scarce.
Their lifespan is short…no, shorter.
The black fish died last night.
Life faded away its sins.
It was no more black.
It had golden fins.
It is finally home,
floating in the heavenly sea.
Probably reunited with dear ones
as fate set its soul free.
The goldfish swims lonely and sad,
fear died with its guardian friend
Blowing bubbles of tears on the surface-
waiting for this punishment to end.

© Taruchaya